Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 20 - 20 In the Name of Ange1

20 Chapter 20 In the Na of Ange_1

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

‘Clean and pretty’, applied to a Witch, is a odd description. How could a Witch be clean? They can’t touch water, only dry clean, making it difficult to remove any gri completely.

Beauty is ever more elusive. The loss of moisture makes flesh lose its elasticity, causing skin to wrinkle. So, the typical witches look similar to 120-year-old elders, their faces full of wrinkles.

But the skin of this witch is smooth, showing no notable creases. Only at the neck, elbows and other joint areas, there are folds, making her look like an overly dieted… corpse.

Of course, this was only the Bronze Dragon’s perception. Ange didn’t conceive any notions of ‘clean and pretty’. All he saw was the woman witch’s robust Soul Fla and Feilin’s clean finger.

With a puzzled look at Feilin, Ange asked, “Who is she?”

Feilin’s face showed a combination of mild embarrassnt and politeness, along with trepidation and extre helplessness. He answered, “This is my wife, Lisa. My Lord, please forgive us. She got too excited. Please pardon her disrespect. If possible, could you teach her the magic technique used to purify my finger? I am willing to pay the necessary price.”

“Can it be taught?” Ange asked the Bronze Dragon in his mind. As the Purification was from the Bronze Dragon, Ange thought it appropriate to ask him.

“It can.” Negris answered sowhat maliciously, “It’s only a Level 1 Holy Light Technique. Even if we teach her, she won’t be able to use it. This is ‘Holy’ Light Magic, and belongs to the realm of Divine Arts. Without the power of faith, it can’t be manifested. Unless she can have a Soul Network or Faith Elental Force like you, she must borrow the power of God.”

Teaching magic or other knowledge between the undead is Read its usual material.. simple, the question is not about imparting but about the ability to receive. A common skeleton doesn’t have that much intelligence. Even if you impart all the knowledge in the world to it, it still won’t be able to learn magic.

Of course, Lisa’s intelligence is not a problem, and her level of magic is high. She could learn a Level 1 Magic technique after just one attempt, but sadly, she can’t use it.

“Why is this so?” Lisa looked anxiously at her own hands. She could sense the magic being successful. The Magic Network’s loop had been established, she could feel it functioning, but no energy was being released.

“Faith, Divine Power.” Ange quoted the Bronze Dragon’s words, though he didn’t understand their aning.

But Lisa understood, she murmured these two words with her sparkling eyes, “My Lord, please tell your na.”

Once Lisa asked this question, Feilin behind her changed his expression drastically, subconsciously wanting to rush over and cover her mouth.

God! The Lord Observer could be the projection of the Undead King. Now, his wife was openly asking for his na. Isn’t that equivalent to directly asking a god’s divine na? The Undead King was akin to a divine spirit. This was indeed a great offense.

“Ange,” Ange casually responded, totally unfazed by the potential offense, which made the rushing Feilin stop in his tracks.

“Ange? In Ange’s na, grant the ability of Purification and beauty to cleanse the decay and beautify the features. Purify!” Lisa chanted these words with utmost sincerity.

“???” Question marks popped up in both Feilin’s and Negris’s mind. This was a purification technique, a divine art to disperse filth and purify everything. What the hell was “Purify” – was it to cleanse the appearance?

Ange just felt the symbol condensed by Lisa’s Soul Fla in his soul was stirring.

With a nudge of thought, Ange imdiately felt his power rushing into that symbol. At the sa ti, a sacred glow lit up in Lisa’s palm.

Negris’s eyes nearly bulged out, “This…this actually works? You, who don’t even possess divinity, are a fake god. Why can she borrow your power?”

Ange naturally didn’t understand sothing that Negris didn’t. Anyway, through the symbol inside his soul belonging to Lisa, his power could be directly channeled.

Lisa excitedly looked at the Holy Light in her hand, couldn’t wait to apply it to her own arm.

Her arm was gray-white skin and bone, smooth but lacking elasticity and luster, though it was certainly better to look at than the average Zombie Lich, it was still within the scope of a ‘corpse’.

Once the Holy Light shone, the abnormality on the skin was revealed. She had pulled and folded the excess skin, sticking it with so kind of glue. This way, it appeared smooth from the front.

However, such treatnt required a lot of effort and she couldn’t make extensive movents.

When the Holy Light passed over it, the ‘gray-white’ on her arm imdiately peeled off, revealing the rosy complexion of normal skin. Unlike the Purification technique, Lisa’s shriveled flesh surprisingly swelled up under the effect of the Face Purification Technique, regaining its luster and elasticity.

Where the Holy Light had passed, a fair, lively-looking arm appeared.

Feilin’s eyes widened as he looked at Lisa’s arm, then looked at his own fingers that looked like flayed chicken claws, disbelieving.

The Purification spell that Ange had used only removed the ‘sli’ from his finger, the flesh and blood had not been revitalized. Yet the sa spell when used by Lisa could bring flesh back to life, what was the principle behind this?

Contrary to Feilin’s confusion, Negris imdiately noticed the reason: “Worthy of a ‘Holy’ Light Magic, the advantage of Divine Arts is right here. The sa Divine Arts, yet they have a myriad of effects because it is the power of thought. This woman not only borrowed your power genuinely, she also adjusted the effect. Her understanding of Divine Arts is deep and her faith is very firm.”

Ange didn’t fully understand the words of Negris about thought and effects and such, all he knew was that his power was borrowed, his magic power was exhausted, but the mark representing Lisa beca a bit clearer.

A thick Soul Fla returned from Lisa, but this Soul Fla did not float from her to Ange’s body, instead, it erged directly from the insignia.

This ant that even if they were not in the sa dinsion, as long as this insignia exists, Ange could receive Lisa’s Soul Fla.

Lisa was already excited to the point of trembling. Her right hand trembled as it lightly touched the fresh and fair left hand. The skin beca indented when she applied pressure, but it imdiately bounced back the mont she let go. The Q-bomb sensation, which she hadn’t experienced for so many years, made her burst into tears, even though no tears were flowing.

Feilin could sympathize greatly with his wife’s feelings. She was such a beauty-loving person, yet she was trapped in an ugly body for thousands of years. If she wasn’t afraid of becoming an Undead or specter or an even uglier corpse, she would have committed suicide a long ti ago.

Now, she saw hope to restore her forr look, the fact that she was able to get over it after crying twice was already very impressive.

One cast of the Face Purification Technique was enough to cover her from her fingers to her wrist, she quickly cast the spell again: “In the na of Ange…” Then she applied it on her face.

The filling up of her cheeks pushed out the skin stuck to the back of her neck, restoring its luster and elasticity.

Just like that, a cast of Face Purification Technique made Lisa live from head to toe, the whole person was rejuvenated.

For the second cast of Face Purification Technique, Negris was sowhat surprised, but by the ti of the fifth and sixth ti, he was so shocked that he didn’t know what to say anymore: “Why can she borrow so much of your power? It’s endless. It’s not like the moss is all over the street? My forr believers, after borrowing my power once, would have to rest for several days. Is it because your spiritual power is strong and recovers quickly?”

Maybe that’s it, Ange pondered. Every ti Lisa cast the purifying spell, Ange’s magic power would be exhausted. However, he had gotten used to this as he watered the fields. After each depletion of magic power, it would recover before the next spell.

Lisa’s spell-casting frequency was far less than when he was watering the fields, so he didn’t need to worry about not being able to recover. Moreover, each ti she borrowed magic power, she would return an abundant Soul Fla, Ange was not at a loss.

Lisa touched her live skin joyously, it took her a good while to suppress her excitent. She slowly walked to Ange, crossed her hands on his shoulders, knelt down and said: “The forr Holy Light Maiden, the apostate Lisa Augustus, pays homage to my Lord.”