Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 885 - 491 They Have Good Stuff in Their Team_2
Chapter 885: Chapter 491: They Have Good Stuff in Their Team_2
Chapter 885: Chapter 491: They Have Good Stuff in Their Team_2
Negris curled her lips, “Stop covering up, I’ve been here watching you all day. If you’re going to cover something, you should cover your face. How do you feel? Any dizziness? Tiredness? Feel any uncontrollable rage? None of that? Well, that’s pretty good, you can go now.”
She re-covered her eyes, left the Life Sacred Pool, and then teleported away. Until the moment she removed her blindfold, she had no idea where she had been.
It all seemed like a dream—apart from her bright eyes, full energy, smooth skin, and her resilient figure, everything indicated that everything had changed, as if she had truly experienced rebirth.
“Little Enki, is it true? Have I really become younger?” Aesani asked incredulously.
Enki gave a forced smile, saying coolly, “See for yourself.” He handed her a mirror.
Reflected in the mirror was a young and beautiful girl with youthful white skin, no eye bags, no sagging cheeks, and no enlarged head—perfect from every angle.
My god, is this me?
“Little Enki, is this really me?” Aesani pointed to herself in the mirror.
Enki said, “Yes, it’s really you. Now that you look like this, stop calling me ‘Little Enki.’ Call me ‘Uncle’ instead.”
Aesani stared at Enki, dumbfounded, finally feeling his admiration for her quickly fading away.
…
The friends of friends were limitless, and with Aesani and Enki’s word of mouth, the prestige of the God of Balance gradually spread far and wide.
All the strong ones who had regained their youth claimed unanimously that they had merely gone for beauty treatments, which was why they looked younger. If you also wanted a beauty treatment, you could go to the Sorcerer Ladder and find Great Priest Monica.
Great Priest Monica’s beauty services were now open to the public, after all, even the Sorcerer Alliance had hearts to win.
This Divine Art that could make people a decade younger was very popular within the Sorcerer Alliance. Offering some spots to prestigious individuals on the surface could earn their strong favor.
At this critical juncture of vying for the people’s hearts, the favor of influential individuals was very important. It could determine whether, a few months later, when the crops were ripe, they would sell their grains to the Sorcerer Alliance.
“So, Anthony’s plan was waiting right here, and he managed to bring it full circle,” Negris admitted, impressed.
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“Indeed, Lord Anthony’s arrangements are quite formidable. Some seemingly unrelated setups turn out to be ingenious when they all connect. Now, Lord Anthony has also asked me to spread the news through the commercial system that ‘someone can repair the Sorcerer Ladder.’ In just one day, I received dozens of inquiries,” Lord Silver Coin reflected.
“He’s probably plotting to sell the Sorcerer Ladder to the Undead Empire. Forget about it, what brings you here?” Negris asked.
“Oh, two things. The materials for building the Teleportation Array are ready, and secondly, the Dimensional Space Mage Convention is about to begin. I received a message that the convention has invited the Thunder Titan. Didn’t you ask me to keep an eye out for news on the Titan clan? They might attend, but I can’t get an invitation,” Lord Silver Coin said.
“You need an invitation? You can’t get one?” Negris expressed her surprise, “Then forget it, if we can’t get one, we won’t go…”
Because the Thunder Titan had once passed a message to the Dwarves of the Master Plane to beware of the Faith Storm, mentioning that ‘thunder would ultimately return,’ Negris had always wanted to find them and ask what it meant.
However, there had been no news of the Thunder Titan, as if they had disappeared into thin air. She didn’t expect them to suddenly show up now.
Nevertheless, Negris had lost the initial interest she had. Needing an invitation? Too much hassle, not going. After all, given the current situation, Anthony might not take long to engulf the entire plane, and then the Titans would truly have to ‘return.’
But before she could finish speaking, Luther came back swaggering with two scrolls in his hand, “Lord Nage, Lord Silver Coin, good morning.”
“Good morning, my foot; it’s night now. Where did you go off to this time?” Negris scolded.
Staying near the Life Sacred Pool was indeed boring. Luther, who couldn’t stay put, had left early on. Being a High-level Sword Saint, he didn’t have to worry about not getting the better end of the deal, so Negris didn’t bother controlling him.
“Heh, Lucidia said she couldn’t master a few Sword Techniques and asked me to give her a few pointers,” Luther said, somewhat embarrassed.
“Lucidia? You guys?” Negris looked at Luther in confusion. Calling her so intimately? There must be something more to this.
“Oh, Lord Nage, where is your mind wandering to? With her level of ability, she would only slow down my swordsmanship, don’t get any weird ideas, okay?” Luther hurriedly covered up.
“Alright, alright, you can get lost now,” Negris dismissively waved his hand.
“Okay then, oh and this is from Enki. He wanted me to pass this to you. It’s an invitation to the Wizards’ Conference, it’s not named, so you can join in the hubbub if you’re interested,” said Luther, handing over two scrolls.
Looking at the scrolls, Negris and Silver Coin exchanged glances, “It really is whatever you ask for, we can’t not go now.”
Turning his head to look not far away, Ange’s hand was reaching into the Dimensional Space, focusing on farming. Negris suddenly felt a headache coming on. How was he going to get this Dead Skull moving and out to have some fun?
Ange was now absorbed in the Dimensional Space, a brand new area where everything was fresh, free from the buildings of the Resting Camp, with all places open to become farmland. He was currently trying to plan the layout of the terrain in the space.
As Negris was nursing his headache, Ange suddenly looked up and glanced in a certain direction, then suddenly came to a realization and started running out of the valley.
Whoosh, Little Angel and Little Zombie quickly followed, Negris, Luther, Silver Coin, and the big cat were stunned for a moment, then hurriedly chased after them. No need to guess, someone must be crying out for help.
…
Tens of kilometers away in a desolate area, a Molten Giant was being besieged by a dozen Swordsmen. They kept moving around, maintaining a safe distance, and then struck when the timing was right.
Outside the circle, a Mage stood on a flying vehicle, waving his Magic Wand. With his spells, the humidity around them increased, and soon mist formed, spiraling towards the Molten Giant.
While casting, the Mage still managed to express his surprise, “Strange, why is there a Molten Giant in this desert? Did we land on the wrong shore? Is this the Northern Wind Desert?”
The Swordsman follower behind him held a large sword with both hands, calmly responding, “Correct, north of the Northern Wind Mountain Range, the Northern Wind Desert.”
“So why is there a Molten Giant here? Did geological changes lead to a volcano?” asked the Mage, puzzled – there was no lava, so how could there be a Molten Giant?
Even though the lava on the Molten Giant was flickering weakly, as if it would extinguish at any moment, and it was spewing ashes along the way, there was no mistake – it was a Molten Giant.
The Swordsman nonchalantly said, “Don’t know.”
“How can you not know anything? Forget it, I’ll ask it directly. Hey, Molten Giant, why are you here? Are you lost?” the Mage shouted.
The Molten Giant replied with a simple-minded voice, “I’m lost, don’t kill me, I want to go home.”
“Oh, alright, alright, we won’t kill you. Everyone, go easy, let’s catch it alive,” the Mage assured him and shouted to his followers.
The Molten Giant naively said, “Don’t hit me, or I’ll hit you back.”
Flailing its fists randomly, it couldn’t manage to hit the agile Swordsmen.
“Why is this Molten Giant so dopey? Such a waste of its huge size,” the Swordsmen chatted casually as they fought.
“Aren’t all Molten Giants like this? Low-level demons are all like that. It’s only those Demon Kings and Demon Lords who are particularly cunning,” another Swordsman replied.
“Stay focused, don’t damage it. I need its heart for a sacrifice to…” the Mage was saying when he suddenly paused, turning his head eastward, as his Eye of the Wizard saw many people approaching rapidly.
The Molten Giant also seemed to sense someone was approaching and suddenly straightened up. Its form shot up, and the nearly extinguished lava on its body suddenly became scorching, illuminating the night sky.
At the same time, the Molten Giant shouted, “Lord, come quickly and catch them! I can tell there’s something good in their party.”
Clang! The Molten Giant wasn’t simple-minded at all; it had been feigning stupidity all along. It was too cunning, and they had been fooled!
