Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 491: 289: Participating in the Plane Safety Conferen

Chapter 491: Chapter 289: Participating in the Plane Safety Conference_1

From today onwards, a Tree Herder had joined the sandbank. With its two short legs, it wandered around leisurely, circling around the Soilless Rice and seaweed from ti to ti, appearing very content.

“Eh? Where did this tree person co from?” Luther approached and asked curiously. He turned and greeted, “Hello, my na is Luther. What’s your na? Do you know Tree Man Gore?”

“Hello… Luther.” The Tree Herder responded leisurely, “Call … Old Tree. The Gore you’re talking about, is he a War Tree Man? If so, yes I know him, Talkative Gore…”

“Old Tree? That’s a weird na. So Gore is quite famous then, every random tree person knows him. Oh, by the way, what species of Tree Person are you? Can you grow as large as Gore?” asked a curious Luther.

As he talked, he pulled out a box from his Space Artifact. The box was sealed. When he opened the lid, a gust of cold air rushed out. A mini Ice Seal Magic Array was spinning on the box lid, keeping the box at a low temperature at all tis.

The Tree Herder curiously looked at the box, even extending a branch to touch it.

Luther explained, “This is a cooling box, cool right? The mini Ice Seal Magic Array was carved by Lord Ange for . It only needs a small amount of Demon Crystals to keep the box cold. Put your drinks in it, and they’ll stay chilled. In the sumr, you can take out a drink anyti and it’ll be ice cold, utterly refreshing. What do you want to drink? There’s juice and water, and beetroot juice too.”

The Tree Herder was montarily perplexed.

“Oh, this is one way of making friends. When us humans et for the first ti, we can shake hands, salute, have a drink, and then we’re acquainted. When you tree people et for the first ti, what do you do?” Luther asked curiously.

The Tree Herder pondered. He was not a real Tree Man and had never made friends with other tree people. After thinking carefully, he said, “When Tree People et for the first ti, they exchange pollen.”

“Pft —” Luther, who had just taken a sip of juice, spit it out suddenly. He gave a thumbs up, “Tree People are incredible.”

Pollen is the genetic material of plants. Exchanging it upon first eting might not align with human morals.

In the end, the Tree Herder chose juice out of politeness. However, instead of drinking it, he curiously studied it in his hand.

Luther didn’t mind. He had dealt with non-human things so many tis that he already had experience. Different species have different behaviors. An action that one species considers kind might be offensive to another.

However, as long as it is an intelligent being, they can feel your expressed kindness. All Luther needed to do was to show kindness. If he accidentally offended soone, he would directly apologize and be careful next ti.

The Tree Herder extended a branch into the juice, stirred it a few tis, and handed it to Luther, “Not tasty, try this.”

Luther was stunned. ‘This’? This was the juice he had given to the tree man, wasn’t it? Did stirring it change the juice inside? Err, it seed like you hadn’t washed your branches…

He brought the juice to his lips and gently took a sip. Luther’s eyes bulged out, his face turned beet red, as though he had just taken a sip of strong liquor.

He held it in for a long while before he finally exhaled a long breath. With a look of shock on his face, he said to the Tree Herder, “Such a powerful life force. Oh my god, I feel like I’m about to explode. I feel so refreshed, as if my whole body is transparent, my spirits are at their highest. My god, what did you put in it?”

“Life Essence.” The Tree Herder answered.

“Wow, that’s amazing, it’s just magical. If you open a juice shop, you’d definitely have great business. By the way, do you like fishing?”

“Fishing? Why should I fish?”

“It’s fun, otherwise it would be so boring. Don’t you usually fish? If not, what do you do?” Luther said, setting up two lounge chairs, opening a sunshade, and giving a fishing rod to the Tree Herder.

The Tree Herder curiously observed Luther’s actions, holding the fishing rod in his hand.

Seeing that the Tree Herder didn’t even know how to swing the rod, Luther quickly concluded that he was a novice. He imdiately slapped his chest and proposed, “How about we have a competition? The loser treats the winner to a al. You’re a Tree Man, do you like fertilizer? There’s a very nutritious type of fertilizer available, I’ll treat you to it if I lose.”

Upon hearing it, the Tree Herder knew what Luther was referring to. He nodded and planted a branch into the water without using a fishing rod.

In the clear, shallow waterway, fish were soon seen swimming up and biting at the branch.

The Tree Herder pulled it up and beckoned with his hand. A small water ball floated up, encased the fish, and placed it by the Tree Man’s feet.

A branch was put in, and within seconds, another fish bit again.

Almost imdiately after putting the branch down, a fish bit. In no ti, there were many water balls by the Tree Herder’s feet, all filled with living fish.

Luther stared in disbelief, “What kind of bait are you using? It’s miraculous, let borrow so.”

After half a day, Luther surprisingly beca familiar with the Tree Man, a sight that left Negris flabbergasted.

“Kvada, they could connect in such a way? I’ve got to hand it to Luther’s socializing skills,” Negris said jealously. “He’s friendly with Sea People, Minotaurs, there’s no one he’s not familiar with. Let’s hope he won’t pee his pants when he finds out the Tree Herder’s identity.”

Receiving no response, Negris turned his head to find Ange’s arm sticking into the Chamber of Rest, occasionally pulling out sothing. “What are you doing?” he asked. Planting things into the Resting Camp was routine, but why was he pulling things out?