Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 716: 409: So Annoyed, I Miss the Bronze Dragon3

Chapter 716: Chapter 409: So Annoyed, I Miss the Bronze Dragon_3

Ange tilted his head, confused. What did he an by ‘very safe’? So the Undead couldn’t find this place, and that made it safe?

The Church of Light being enemies with the Undead was a regular occurrence, but wasn’t he himself currently a skeleton? Did the skeletons here not count as Undead?

After pondering for a while, Ange realized that he needed more information to figure this out, which ant asking the priest even more questions…

What a hassle, nevermind, he decided not to ask anymore.

He shifted the topic and ntioned, “The fields… they’ve been abandoned.”

Albert responded, “Yes, my lord. In recent years, the weather has been dry and there’s been a lack of rain and water. That’s why the fields have been left to waste. I used to be able to sustain myself here based on the produce from these fields, but now there’s no water.”

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“It’s a hassle for the curia to deliver food here, and for several months, not even a single delivery ca. I do not know if they’ve been discovered and fled again, out of desperation I had to sell the gold ornants from the stone chamber. My lord, I didn’t do it intentionally, please forgive my sin.”

The information in the priest’s words was massive. If Negris was here, he would interrogate until nightfall to clarify every little detail.

But Ange seemingly puzzled for a while, and then asked, “Can the fields be cultivated?”

The Priest blankly replied, “But there’s no water.” He silently reviewed his earlier conversation, had he not made it clear enough?

Ange walked downstairs, spread out his palm, and with a thought, sparse rain dripped from his palm onto the parched fields.

Remote projection can cause a considerable amount of power reduction. The stronger the power, the worse the power reduction. On the contrary, those lower-level powers aren’t highly intense, so the amount of reduction is unnoticeable.

So, Ange found that his rain technique was almost the sa as when he had just left the Resting Palace. It was sufficient to thoroughly water several thousand acres of farmland.

After irrigating the twenty or thirty acres of abandoned farmland by the entrance of the cave, Ange walked back and asked, “Can the fields be cultivated now?”

“They…they can.” What else could the Priest say? All he could do was hurriedly say ‘they can’, then he secretly wondered: was this holy spirit an idiot?

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After spotting the farmland, Ange happily started farming. He hadn’t fard for over two months, but soon, he discovered a problem— he couldn’t reach his hand into the Resting Palace.

Of course, he couldn’t. He had only projected his ideas here, he hadn’t physically arrived here, and the Boundary-crossing Hand hadn’t followed him here either.

Although he couldn’t reach his hand into the Resting Palace, as long as he concentrated, ‘thought’ of the items stored in the Resting Palace, and then reached out to grab, he could get a ‘handful’ of items.

Ange grabbed a handful of rice seeds, but then he couldn’t concentrate for quite so ti. It wasn’t until half an hour later that he was able to focus, and grabbed another handful, this ti he got a handful of Elf Beans.

It takes half an hour to grab each ti, and he can only grab a handful each ti. A handful of rice seeds isn’t even enough to sow a parcel of land, this was too slow.

Ange sowed the rice seeds and stomped down the footprints forcefully. but then he discovered another problem— he couldn’t stomp out the Instant Death Halo.

What he didn’t know was that he had stomped out the halo, but the halo erged on his real body and couldn’t be projected here.

Ange stood still for a while, and then brushed it off. Anyway, he had been farming for over one thousand years the sa way, even before he had the halo. he didn’t feel anything weird.

Footsteps ca from behind, and Albert ca up and took out a bag, “My lord, have you run out of seeds? I have so fast-growing vegetable seeds here. Under sufficient water supply, they can be harvested in a week. Do you want to sow them?”

Ange had just grabbed a handful of rice seeds, but they definitely weren’t enough to sow these dozens of acres of land, so he eagerly grabbed them. Then, out of habit, he took out an Elf Bean and handed it to Albert.

Equal exchange was Ange’s habit.

Albert took the bean in confusion, unaware of what it was until Ange said it was edible. He put it in his mouth and, treating it like a snack, chewed for a few bites before swallowing.

The bean wasn’t even enough to fill his teeth, and Albert, who felt indifferent, considered expressing his thankfulness to Ange. But before he could speak, a warmth and a sense of fullness quickly spread from his stomach to his entire body, relieving him of his hunger.

Why did he have to steal the burial ornants? Wasn’t it because he was starving to death? One bean was enough to satiate his hunger? What kind of treasure was this?

Ange sowed seeds, irrigated, and when he finished taking care of the dozens of acres of farmland, it was already dark. As a skeleton, the night was more comfortable than the dayti. And then he discovered another problem— his Soul Heart seed to be strengthened a bit.

He’d been using projection for an afternoon. Just after he started using the projection, his Soul Heart was so shriveled that it was about to break. But now it seed to be slightly enhanced. Although it was just a tiny bit, it could illustrate so problems— the soul energy from his body was being transferred here.

Just then, a light flashed across the sky. Ange looked up and saw a weird object hanging in the sky. That light was shining towards this strange object, but was then blocked by sothing.

From his perspective, that object was as big as a palm, it was a man-made object, with one rough end and one smooth end. The thick end was semicircular, very much like an upright Heavenly Fortress.

But, considering the height at which it was suspended from, its actual size might be as large as the Heavenly Fortress.

“What is that?” Ange pointed at the man-made object and asked Albert.

“Oh, that’s the Endless Star Power Starburst Array created by the magicians. I heard it was created to eliminate the Undead King. The Undead Empire has been attacking it continuously, wanting to seize it. It even fired once two months ago, but unfortunately, it hit sowhere else.”

Magician? The king? The Undead Empire? What should he ask? It’s so vexing. So, how should you ask other people questions? How can you get Negris back here? Ange scratched his head in confusion.