Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1318 - 1318 879 Is this a hint3

Chapter 1318: Chapter 879 Is this a hint?_3 Chapter 1318: Chapter 879 Is this a hint?_3 “Heh—Ptui—” Negris spat out at him, as he was about to project himself in, the Monarch called out to it:

“Even if Anthony can retain his mories, he won’t find you in a mont’s notice. Every second you stay out here grants him a thousand eight hundred seconds to find you. A day’s delay for you ans six years for him to look for you. If you enter tomorrow, he might just be right in front of you.”

It made sense, but Negris gave the Monarch a glance and shook its head, saying, “Forget it. If I stay out here, I’ll have to look at your old face. I’d rather go and watch Little Bone planting trees.”

After saying that, Negris’s eyes began to scatter light, and it quickly stood frozen in place.

“Hey, you’re disdainful of now? Negris sure has a big temper,” the Monarch chuckled hoarsely and returned to his throne, hanging it on the armrest.

Ti continued to pass, day by day, and after a while, Gailard died of old age, the entire Elf Clan perished, and soon after, the Giant Dragon Clan was wiped out too. The shattered Plane fell into the Red Giant Ball, and only the sleeping Undead, the Monarch, Big Mouth, and Dark Origin remained in the Void.

After who knows how many years, the Red Giant Ball suddenly rose up with a face on it. The face looked left, then right, and finally settled its gaze on the Monarch, tilting its head.

“Ange?”

In a crude but clean restroom, Anthony finished his business, reached for the toilet paper, and his face turned dark: “Damn Negris, even coming to a new Dinsion, the curse is still there?”

Ever since Negris had cursed him to never find toilet paper when needed, Anthony hadn’t felt paper in his hands during a restroom visit for years, either mystifyingly gone, or wet, or torn—never making it to his rear end.

Outside, it didn’t matter much, he had Holy Light to Purify all filth, but here, he was just a normal person, with no knowledge of Magic, Divine Arts, or Alchemy. Was he supposed to use his hand?

Anthony raised his right hand and started to pray fervently, “…What were the words for the Purification prayer again? Oh… It’s been so long since I last prayed seriously, I’ve forgotten. Forget it, Lord, help !”

With his sincere prayer, Anthony’s right hand lit up with a holy glow.

After cleaning himself, Anthony pushed the door open and stepped out of the restroom. A man waiting outside laughed and said, “What was that bright light just now? Were you practicing Alchemy in there? Alchemy in the restroom—gold-digging from poop, haha.”

The man laughed at his own joke, not waiting for Anthony’s response as he quickly took the stall.

Anthony could only smile wryly. His Purification being mistaken for Alchemy, these Alchemists really had no discernnt.

Stepping out of the restroom, an Alchemist on roller skates zipped past him, and not far off, a Goblin drove by operating a logging contraption.

This place was like a Sorcerer Alliance, composed of Alchemists, with every creature practicing Alchemy.

“What a strange place. Could this be sothing created by those Magicians from Radiad? Should I ask them?” Anthony mumbled under his breath, but he quickly dismissed the idea, “They have no Soul Contact with the Monarch, so it’s hard to retain mories. They probably don’t recognize anymore; if I approach them, they’ll capture first thing.”

“Lord, what exactly do you want to do? Give a hint, please,” Anthony whispered. Just as he finished muttering, he felt sothing reach into his pocket and snatch his coin purse.

“Is this the hint?”