Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 711: 406 So, there is only one answer1

Chapter 711: Chapter 406 So, there is only one answer_1

As for the effects of the beauty combo, Durken is the best live advertisent. He’s also a witch, it’s just that the sorceress didn’t notice in the haste earlier.

Now, upon Negris’s prompting, the sorceress returned her focus to Durken, and imdiately let out an incredulous exclamation: “Durken? How did you beco young? You were so handso when you were alive.”

The Great Sage was not pleased: “How is this handso? This is ugliness unobvious.”

With nothing but Durken in the sorceress’s sight, she cared no more about the Great Sage’s sour words. She urgently asked: “What kind of magic is this? So miraculous, any side effects? Doesn’t matter, if I can revert, I’d be happy even if I turned dumb, how do I do it?”

Negris explained: “This is a divine art, defined by a ‘forr’ Light Saintess who believes in Ange, with the effect of beauty enhancent, skin rejuvenation, and whitening.”

“Divine Light Magic?” the sorceress wondered: “Doesn’t Divine Light Magic have additional damage to the undead?”

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“No, this is Undead Magic, a divine art perford by the power of the Undead God.” Negris said.

It was now the sorceress’s turn to be shocked: “The Undead Godhood really exists within him? You just asked if I recognize him, could it be that he is truly a skeleton in the Temple of Rest? Why wouldn’t I recognize him? And his bones are so peculiar.”

“Oh my! The only possibility to cause this phenonon is that he upgraded from a low-level skeleton really quick, and the transformation speed of his bones couldn’t keep up. That’s why they ended up like this.” Although she had guessed earlier, the sorceress was still quite taken aback after confirming it.

Negris flipped through a few pages of his book, said helplessly: “Now I know why you hold the highest position in the Four Great Subtemples. You’ve figured it all out, what’s left there for to say.”

“Of course. Didn’t you see my status? I specialize in astrology and divination. It’s just that sotis, I can’t beat your cheats. The Prophet Ability of the Bronze Dragon is too unreasonable,” the sorceress complained, then asked in disbelief, “Did I guess it all right?”

“Didn’t you just say you’re professional? Why are you asking us if you’re right or wrong?” Negris huffed. What cheats? It’s called skill.

The sorceress quickly interrupted: “Even professionals can be wrong. A 50% accuracy rate for astrology and divination is already impressive. Tarot cards have an even lower rate. But I have been trying to improve my accuracy, it’s now at 70%.”

This was beyond Negris’s knowledge. Curiously, he asked: “How do you improve your accuracy?”

“There’s two thods. One is to correct the answer. For instance, if I predict that soone is going to get rich and then I find out he didn’t get rich, I’ll give him money and make him wealthy, then my prediction becos correct.” The sorceress said as if it were a matter of course.

Everyone was speechless; so this was her way of improving.

Even the Great Sage couldn’t help but tease: “Rember when soone ca to you for divination, asking if her husband, who hadn’t returned for months, was about to abandon her? You advised her not to think that way, that maybe he was dead, then you found the guy and killed him to improve your accuracy.”

The sorceress got mad this ti: “Is this about accuracy? It’s about abandonnt! He left his wife and kids and married the butcher’s daughter in another town. That’s despicable! I was upholding justice! Are you sympathizing with him? Are you the sa kind of person? Would you do the sa if you had a wife?”

Durken and Negris quietly took two steps back, leaving the Great Sage on the front line. This was a matter of life and death. Elder, think before you answer.

After a round of swearing and grumbling, the sorceress let go of the issue. But everyone suspected that she let go of the Great Sage so easily mainly because of the beauty combo.

With the Great Sage sent away, the sorceress drifted up from the sidelines and ca to Ange and the others. Her gaze was fixed on Durken, her murky eyes full of envy.

Seeing her like this, Durken shrugged and said helplessly: “Don’t look, I can’t let you touch.”

The sorceress spat in his face, then turned to Negris and asked: “Can you transform like him? The beauty combo…combo?”

“Of course, it’s possible, but it’s quite expensive…” Negris intentionally created an obstacle, hoping to discourage her from erasing his mory.

Unfortunately, before he could finish his sentence, the voice of the Great Sage chid in from the distance: “I’ll cover it, I’ll cover it. I’ll pay, put it on my tab.”

Well, with the Great Sage present, Negris was clearly unable to make life difficult for the witch. Otherwise, the first one to confront him would be the Great Sage. Defeated, he flew off to the side, giving way to Ange.

Ange reached out and imbued the witch with the Face Purification Technique. Her shriveled, desiccated corpse rapidly transford into a voluptuous and tender young woman, well, a semi-bald beautiful woman, that is.

The Face Purification Technique doesn’t regenerate hair. The beautiful woman, her hair sparse and lackluster, was a visible shock.

However, the witch didn’t seem to mind anymore. She looked in astonishnt at her smooth, white, and elastic arms, then turned to Ange, unable to believe her eyes. “This… this is miraculous! Does it work on the living as well? It does? Then you truly are a god to all those who value beauty.”

“Hehe, you flatter . Allow to formally introduce you. This is Ange, the Goddess of Beauty, indeed a god to all who love beauty.” Negris said with a chuckle.

The witch paused to compose herself, running a hand through her sparse hair, she sighed: “It’s a pity my hair hasn’t grown back yet.”

“Don’t rush, we are offering a beauty package here after all. There’s more. Stand still.” Negris replied.

The witch hastily complied. Ange took out a little sapling. With a little vigorous lengthening, dense stubble sprouted all over the witch’s head.

After applying a layer of essence, her hair rapidly grew to just over two finger widths, reaching her shoulders. This replaced her previous withered and yellow hair.

Now she was a short-haired, sleek, and energetic, yet also soft and tender woman. This peculiar mix of contrasting qualities had the witch looking surprisingly alluring, causing Durken to be taken aback: “Witch, were you this beautiful in your life?”

Who doesn’t enjoy a complint? The witch happily conjured a mirror from thin air. Looking at her reflection, she was stunned.

“Eh, where are my blackheads? My freckles? Why is my skin so white? I look better than I did in life. Was I always this beautiful?”

Negris secretly reveled in her reaction but replied calmly, “Of course, she’s the Goddess of Beauty after all. If all she did was revert things to their original state, how could she be called the Goddess of Beauty? It isn’t finished yet, so please stand still and open your mouth.”

The witch quickly assud her position, opening her mouth to reveal a set of crooked, rotten teeth.

With a few drops of insect ash liquid and the Rebirth Technique, new teeth replaced the old bad ones. Ange simultaneously removed a few extra teeth that would have otherwise caused misalignnt.

Many people have extra teeth. Their growth often results in pushing and crowding other teeth, leading to a crooked set of teeth or broadening the jaw- creating a square face.

So, for perfect teeth, the extra ones need to be removed, leading to a slender face instead of a blocky one.

Of course, Ange knew nothing about this. Lisa had told him all about it.

After feeling her new teeth with her tongue, the witch stared at Ange in disbelief and repeated her previous question: “Are you really one of the skeletons from the Temple of Rest? I didn’t recognize you, so there can only be one answer.”

“You’re the Farming Skeleton!”