Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1564: 1125: Does It Convey Any Message to Us?

Chapter 1564: Chapter 1125: Does It Convey Any ssage to Us?

In the distant depths of the void, a consciousness was suddenly jolted awake by the sound of “hello,” startled, turning its attention to an imprint within itself. Then, a hint of confusion arose—it clearly had five imprints, so why were only three left?

The ssage “hello” was transmitted from one of those imprints, which left him in utter shock. Can you imagine the feeling of having the lock on your ho opened by soone else’s key?

That was exactly how he felt now—soone had opened the lock on his ho, fiddling with the latch, and cheerfully saying, “hello.”

The consciousness was stunned, hesitated, wavered, and finally erased the imprint with a firm sweep.

Discovered…

No—if I’d truly been discovered, they wouldn’t have been so polite…

The only one capable of discovering is the Ancient Godlight…

Wait, I erased it—I should’ve asked more questions…

Whose imprint was it?

…

Ange tilted his head as he looked at the imprint silently disappearing from the White Crystal.

The White Crystal was clearly a distant existence, influencing certain individuals here through so unique ans, compelling them to create White Crystals, and using those crystals to condense the Star God’s Body, thereby gaining the ability to operate in this realm.

Whether it was the two crystals from Xisluo or this one from Ery, they all contained the sa imprint. Ange had already erased the two from Xisluo; as for this new one with the familiar imprint, Ange pondered for a mont and sent a greeting.

Unfortunately, there was no response; the imprint instead vanished, signifying that the distant existence had severed its connection to this White Crystal.

“Did you scare it away?” Negris asked curiously.

“Probably. Their identity might not bear the light of day. Rember when we speculated that soone might plan a jailbreak? This existence could very well be an ally of the Ancient Godlight,” Anthony added.

Ange said nothing. After engraving his own imprint onto it, he tossed the White Crystal to Durken. Well, now even the Truth Cannon had a body.

…

Ery, carrying her tattered and shabby bundle, arrived at the gate of a standalone estate. Disbelieving, she asked, “This… this was assigned to ?”

“Of course. It’s just a temporary place to stay, a bit crude, don’t worry about it,” Silver Coin replied nonchalantly.

People like them had no real attachnt to material possessions—they didn’t even need to sleep, and moving around was mostly done through teleportation. Houses and vehicles were thus unnecessary. This house was part of Gulalata’s estate—whatever was available was used, simply making do for now.

“I… I… I don’t mind…” Ery stamred for a long ti, unable to co up with a strong response. She couldn’t help it—she had never lived in such a luxurious standalone estate in her life and simply couldn’t summon the confidence.

As they spoke, the manor’s female steward and maids had already co out to welco them, bowing together. “Master.”

Stiff as a board, Ery was ushered into the estate. Like a puppet, she was handled by the maids and ‘unwillingly’ thrust into a life of luxury.

It was all too unfamiliar. Finally finding a spare mont, she hurriedly said to Silver Coin, “This is too extravagant… I’m really uncomfortable. Why don’t I just pitch a tent in the yard?”

Silver Coin, seeing her tentative deanor, couldn’t help but find it amusing, reassuring her, “This is part of Gulalata’s property. He’s Prince Leo. This is the lowest-grade estate he has. Just get used to it. Now that it’s yours, you can do whatever you want with it.”

Ery pulled out a stiff, awkward smile. This was the lowest-grade? Then what would the highest-grade be? A manor spanning ten thousand acres?

“Of course, castles and fiefs and the like. Ten thousand acres? That’s too small. A prince’s fief typically consists of an entire plane. But don’t worry about it—you’re extrely gifted. Do you know what they call a girl as extraordinarily talented as you?” Silver Coin asked.

“Gift… Gifted girl?” Ery racked her brains and ca up with a term.

“Pfft… You’re quite funny when you’re serious. A Saintess. ‘Saint’ carries the aning of the Lord’s will, so you’re soone recognized by Our Lord, personally recruited by Your Holiness the Pope. Your status is far above Gulalata’s. Staying in one of his estates is essentially doing him a favor,” Silver Coin explained.

Ery found this hard to accept and hesitantly said, “Am I really that talented? But… but I only learned my divination ability during hard tis. Living such a lavish lifestyle now—couldn’t it cause my ability to atrophy?”

“Heh, then you need even more training. If your ability is so unstable that it can’t withstand changes in your lifestyle, then it ans you haven’t truly mastered it. An unstable ability is useless to us,” Silver Coin remarked.

Ery’s heart tightened, and she nodded to show her understanding. Then she said, “Let them go. I don’t want them serving . I’ll pitch a tent in the yard.”

“Suit yourself. But ask them about their monthly salaries, how many years they’ve worked here. For each year, you’ll pay a severance equivalent to ten months’ salary plus one more month. The cost will be deducted from your salary,” Silver Coin instructed.

Ery pouted. Why did the severance fees have to co out of her pay? Even so, she complied. She spent twenty gold coins to dismiss the maids and steward.

“Twenty gold coins… twenty gold coins… and that’s less than one-tenth of my monthly salary? What exactly does a Saintess do to earn this kind of money?” Ery muttered, wide-eyed with disbelief. She pitched her tent, feeling overwheld by the drastic changes and needing a few days outside to adjust.

Silver Coin shook his head in amusent. He hadn’t even given her a space ornant yet—it was standard gear for mbers under Ange’s command, far more valuable than this dilapidated estate. Better to hold off for now; it might scare her.

Leaving a contact thod, Silver Coin departed, leaving Ery alone at the manor. Safety wasn’t an issue, as two borrowed Mourning Undead Soldiers were already hidden, guarding her in secret.

Exhausted, Ery lay down on her mat in the tent and soon fell asleep.

Drifting into a deep slumber, Ery dread of a dark void and a sky full of stars. Countless stars twinkled, and suddenly, one of them shone far brighter, transforming into a fist-sized point of light.

Ery inexplicably thought of Ange. Yet she still couldn’t discern Ange’s appearance. Although she rembered Ange, the dream didn’t change. So instead, she thought of Anthony, Silver Coin, and Negris. One by one, they appeared in her dream.

Soon, Ery’s dream took on uncontrollable changes, as though she were a spectator, witnessing the evolving dream.

These changes seed to conceal hidden ssages. Finally, the point of light shattered, fragnting into countless shards that flew in a certain direction.

In that direction, there lay a massive Sun. The shards plunged into the Sun, and its light suddenly beca blindingly intense. Across all planes illuminated by its rays, death and desolation spread, transforming everything into an Abyss.

Ery woke with a start and quickly pulled out Silver Coin’s contact information. As soon as the call connected, she said, “I had a dream.”

Bringing Ery in, Anthony, after hearing her recount the dream, muttered to himself, “Is this trying to convey a ssage to us?”