Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1362 - 1362 923 Wild Mourning Skeleton

Chapter 1362: Chapter 923 Wild Mourning Skeleton? Chapter 1362: Chapter 923 Wild Mourning Skeleton? Ange walked back with the Stargazing Ticket in hand and asked Graystick, “The ticket, did you replicate it?”

Graystick, on the brink of exhaustion, lifted her head, took a blurry look, shook her head, then her head lolled to the side, and she fainted.

A Soul Search is a kind of intense psychic invasion. The main reason Graystick had held on until now was that she was too weak, and the Monarch, fearing he might accidentally kill her, had been gentle. Otherwise, she would have lost her soul from the very first mont.

“How so, do you have a use for it?” the Monarch asked.

Ange displayed the ticket and said, “I can replicate the Imprint.”

For soone like Ange, who could create Hand Teleportation Arrays from scratch, crafting a Star Map wasn’t difficult. The challenge was in getting it right, since Star Maps are constantly changing.

Ange suspected that the Star Maps are different every day. If you hold a ticket from January, but the star constellations on it are from June, you’d give yourself away instantly. This might be an anti-counterfeiting asure for Stargazing Tickets.

But it didn’t matter, just finding a ticket with the right date to glance at, and Ange could replicate it.

So now, Ange needed a correct ticket for the ti period, just to have a look at the Imprint. It didn’t need to be precise, as discrepancies of ten days to half a month in the star constellations would go unnoticed.

Besides, he also needed a counterfeit ticket. Perhaps because the Imprint was too difficult to replicate, the body of the ticket was coarse, even the dates were handwritten.

“Alright then, here you go,” said the Monarch. After speaking, he slapped Graystick on the head, jolting her whole body, and she suddenly woke up.

But having her soul searched had left Graystick dizzy and disoriented, and it took her quite a while to regain her senses.

Realizing the kind of formidable beings she had provoked, Graystick pleaded for rcy, “I’m so sorry, everyone. I was wrong, blind to your stature. The money on the table is yours, and in the hidden compartnt in the corner, I’ve saved up a hundred Demon Crystals. Please take them as compensation and spare .”

The Monarch walked to the corner, took out a bag from inside, and indeed, there were a hundred Demon Crystals.

“I have elders to care for and children to feed, and I was young and foolish. I didn’t an to deceive you. Please have rcy on and…”

Graystick continued pleading, her words flowing smoothly, it was unclear how many tis she had rehearsed them.

However, she couldn’t keep talking for long because the Monarch moved to the opposite wall, broke a brick, and took out another cloth bag from inside.

Upon opening it, there was another hundred Demon Crystals. The Monarch then walked to a flowerpot, made a grabbing motion, and all the stones used as potting soil rose up, revealing that more than half of what was underneath were Demon Crystals.

Finally, the Monarch left for the bedroom.

Graystick’s face darkened. Desperately trying to get up, she was too weak to stand and kept falling to the ground.

The last ti she nearly crashed into a Goblin Sculpture, which would have likely cracked her head open, but Ange caught her head just in ti.

Graystick felt a glimr of warmth in her heart, thinking this person had a bit of a conscience. Just as she wanted to say thanks, Ange shoved her aside and picked up the Goblin Sculpture.

The Goblin Sculpture seed unremarkable, but Ange recognized at a glance that it was a sacrifice channel, similar to Big Cat’s Evil God sculpture, used to offer sacrifices to the other side.

It also served as a Divine Power transfer point, what could be transferred mainly depended on the deity’s power. With a duplicitous deity like Big Cat, only a paw could be transferred.

The True God from another world? Ange pondered for a mont, then rubbed his fingertips together, flicking off so wood shavings onto the sculpture. These shavings quickly grew into slender vines, entwining the sculpture tightly.

Graystick’s heart sank as she witnessed this miraculous scene. She realized she had truly provoked an incredible existence; this was far beyond any level of fraud or deception she was familiar with.

The Monarch erged from the bedroom, poured out all his loot, and said, “Only eight hundred Demon Crystals, so few, you pauper.” After speaking, he snatched them all up and stuffed them into his pocket.

Graystick muttered to herself in contempt: If it’s so little, why don’t you give it back to ? It was honest money I scrimped and saved for…

“Are you thinking ‘If it’s so little, why don’t you give it back to you’?” The Monarch kicked her and said, “Get up. Consider yourself lucky; complete the task and I’ll spare your life. Otherwise, I’ll throw your soul into the Soul Prison to be torched. Do you know what the Soul Prison is? Want to experience it?”

Graystick shook her head vigorously.

“Want to? Then let’s give you a taste.” The Monarch poked her forehead with a finger, and Graystick imdiately felt as if she were thrown into a fire. As intense pain flooded her soul, she scread inwardly: I shook my head to say I didn’t want to…

After a brief experience, Graystick experienced phantom pain; her skin always felt like it was on fire, which made her as obedient as possible.

With her cooperation, Ange fabricated several Stargazing Tickets with no dates and no imprints.

“Forget everything. Otherwise, this Imprint will drag you into the Soul Prison and burn you to death.” The Monarch poked her chest, conjuring a purple Fla Aura that then vanished beneath her skin.

Graystick’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the Monarch’s finger.

“What? You recognize this?” The Monarch saw her expression change and raised his finger to ask.

Graystick hastily shook her head.

The Monarch said with a smile, “My Soul Search wasn’t thorough just now. I could only access so especially important mories, like where you hide your money. It seems your money is very important to you. The less important mories require a thorough Soul Search to reveal. But after a complete search, the person becos an idiot. Do you want to beco an idiot?”

Graystick quickly shook her head and said, “The purple Soul Fla reminded of a rumor a few years ago. The Divine Light Association had a god-level rcenary Group—the Heisuo rcenaries—who caught a wild Mourning Skeleton. It was just sothing that suddenly ca to mind. It was quite sensational at the ti; wild Mournings are rare.”

“The Heisuo rcenary Group? Is there a Dark Elf in it who loves to use a black whip?” The Monarch asked.

“Yes, yes, yes, uh, Lord, are you that wild Mourning Skeleton? How are you here? They belong to the Divine Light Association,” Graystick exclaid.

“If they only caught one, then it must have been ,” the Monarch said ruefully. He didn’t feel ashad; after all, the rival was indeed stronger than him at the ti. Losing was understandable. However, “Why wild? Can Mourning Skeletons be dosticated?”

“Yes, the Divine Light Association has the technology to create Mourning Souls. Their Mourning Undead Soldiers are quite famous.”

“Hm?” The Monarch’s soul shuddered.

Ange’s soul also shuddered.

When asked about the Mourning Undead Soldiers, Graystick admitted she didn’t know much. After all, that was just rumors from the Divine Light Association, and by the ti it got to a little swindler in the Friel Empire, who knows how many tis the story had been passed around.

“It seems I’ll have to make a trip to the Divine Light Association. Creating Mourning Souls? Manufacturing undead souls in bulk? No king of the undead in the Void could allow such a thing to happen,” the Monarch said gravely.