Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1211 - 1211 775 Dare to burn my fields Stop there

Chapter 1211: Chapter 775: Dare to burn my fields! Stop there! Chapter 1211: Chapter 775: Dare to burn my fields! Stop there! Anthony and Negriss exchanged glances and imdiately gestured for everyone to enter the rift first. Negriss did it out of a wicked sense of humor, wanting to jump out unexpectedly later and give Old Immortal a good scare.

Anthony, on the other hand, simply wanted to play it safe, as they didn’t know who His Majesty’s enemy was. Their sudden appearance on the battlefield could easily distract His Majesty, and being collateral damage was one thing, but if the enemy captured them as hostages, they weren’t even sure if His Majesty would bother to save them.

Upon entering the spatial rift, they had intended to have Big Cat keep the rift open so they could exit at any mont, but once inside, they found that the environnt was completely different from what they had expected.

They seed to have entered a larger bubble that astonishingly had a piece of farmland, with a modest house in the center of the grounds, next to which stood a large pool, surrounded by extensive farmland planted with various crops and vegetables.

Beside the pool was a water wheel, which a dummy tirelessly pedaled, pumping water from the pool into the farmlands.

Farmland, water wheel, dummy—it was such a tranquil and comfortable scene that it left everyone stunned, even Griss, who didn’t imdiately jump into the fields.

Seemingly quite pleased with himself for leaving everyone in awe, he said with feigned modesty, “Welco, this is my place. It’s a bit simple, so please don’t mind.”

Mind? What a joke! In the pitch-black void, having an independent space to grow things was nothing short of a miracle. Only gods of Ange’s stature could casually produce a space for cultivation.

Dare to call this place simple? Who do you think you are, Ange?

Alia pulled out a crystal ball and gently touched it. The crystal ball imdiately lit up, revealing a pitch-black void inside, precisely the place they had just entered.

Everyone imdiately lost interest in the farmland, crowding around the crystal ball instead.

In the void, a colorless teor soared high above, leaving behind a long tail of colorless energy. Why call it colorless? Because no one could actually see the tail; they could only sense its presence indirectly by the distortion of space.

The being trailing this colorless tail was a humanoid creature, fleeing forwards sowhat awkwardly, constantly glancing back as if so terrifying thing were chasing him.

Soon enough, they saw the terrifying thing—a mass of smoke wielding a scythe, pursuing rapidly. An intermittently visible figure seed to be trying to squeeze out of the smoke.

At the sa ti, an angry soul fluctuation spread throughout the void, “Dark Origin, halt! Dare to burn my fields! Stop right there!”

Dark Origin didn’t dare reply a single word, just kept rushing forward, occasionally tossing back black energy orbs that forced the smoke to dodge and significantly slowed it down.

Inside the spatial bubble, Anthony and Negriss exchanged an excited look and yelled, “It’s His Majesty! Locke, you go out first. Big Cat, open the space!”

Amid Alia’s horrified expression, Big Cat opened his mouth, and a crack appeared. Locke imdiately darted out, shouting towards the cloud of smoke, “Your Majesty!”

“Locke, what are you doing here? Wait for here, I’ll be back after I’ve chopped it down,” the smoke replied without turning back and vanished into the void.

“This…” Locke stood there stunned.

“This…” Negriss and Anthony, who had followed out, were just as dumbfounded. He had calculated all possible scenarios for eting His Majesty but had never anticipated this one.

Staring blankly in the direction where the Monarch had disappeared and seeing that His Majesty did not return for quite so ti, which was rather boring, Negriss suggested, “Locke, you wait here, we’ll go back in for a look. Seeing the fields, Ange is probably rooted to the spot again.”

What could Locke say? He could only nod in agreent. After so many years, probably only he and Little Fat Dragon were still recognized by His Majesty.

Returning to the spatial bubble, they saw Alia with a bruised face, tied up with the Lifesaving Rope into a bundle and tossed aside.

And Ange jumped into the farm fields, beginning to study the crops above.

Seeing Anthony and Negriss enter, Alia angrily yelled, “Let go, you ungrateful wretches! I kindly let you in to take refuge, and you dare to hit ?”

“This… this…” Anthony hesitated, looking at Ange and then at the Little Angel.

The Little Angel patted its chest, “Ao!”

Anthony was taken aback, “You hit her? Why did you hit her?”

“Ao!” said the Little Angel.

Well, that settled it. Alia wanted to kick them out, but Ange wouldn’t budge, and when she tried to make a move against Ange, the Little Angel and the Little Zombie had given her a beating.

There was no helping it now. Anthony covered his face, knowing full well why Ange didn’t want to leave; it was highly likely that he saw sothing in the fields that rooted him to the spot.

“How could you raise your hand against our Lord? That’s terribly impolite; it’s sacrilege,” Anthony said, turning the tables.

“You liars, you’re all followers of the Undead Ruler, tricking into believing you were lost travelers. I kindly let you into this place to take refuge, I must have been blind! Do whatever you will, kill or plunder,” Alia said furiously.

Anthony slightly smiled, “When exactly did we deceive you? We truly are lost travelers, rely waylaid on our journey seeking the Undead Ruler. We are very grateful for your help, so we just tied you up without harming you. This is not the style of the Undead Ruler, is it?”

Alia was dumbfounded. Could being lost travelers be interpreted in this way? Not killing her after tying her up was already considered kindness?

“And you’re a follower of the Hole Bug, right? My Lord is good friends with the Hole Bug. Disrespect towards him is disrespect towards the Hole Bug. Getting beaten was letting you off easy,” Anthony continued.

“You… I… you’re lying! It’s impossible for the Hole God to be friends with him. You are the one committing sacrilege,” Alia retorted angrily.

“Heh, whether that’s true is not sothing I need to prove to you. The friendship between them is also not sothing you or I can assess. But everyone knows the situation with your Void Tribe. Calling the Hole Bug over—it’s even uncertain if it would recognize you, so don’t be angry. Answer a few questions for us, and we’ll let you go. We’ll even give you so compensation,” Anthony offered.

Alia’s expression flickered. They wouldn’t kill her? They’d even give her compensation? Could such good fortune be true? Or were they fooling a fool?

“Where’s my space?” Alia asked tentatively.

“We’ll give it back to you, but we need to study the crops in these farm fields first,” Anthony replied.

Alia’s expression shifted indecisively, torn with decision-making for quite so ti, as nobody wants to die after all.

But the Chaos Plane was too cruel. Being captured rarely left one with a chance to live, not to ntion that she possessed a separate Spatial Bubble.

Moreover, she found it hard to trust Anthony. This handso middle-aged man spoke too sweetly, and her ancestors had advised that n who speak too sweetly are not to be trusted.

“Beautiful lady, you wouldn’t want your lovely face to end up like a smashed tomato, now would you? Your options are limited, so please make up your mind quickly,” Anthony said.

“Fine, ask away. But what exactly is a tomato?” Alia compromised there and then. Death was certain if she didn’t believe, so perhaps it was better to have a little faith.

Just then, the Illumination Magic Array in the center of the farm suddenly burst forth with bright light, illuminating the entire Spatial Bubble.

Anthony turned his head to look and imdiately laughed, “I hope you find this form of compensation satisfactory.”