Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 778 778: 445

Chapter 778: 445

“Silver coins… can hit people?” Upon hearing Ange’s words, Negris was incredibly surprised. Silver coins can hit people? Since when did this seemingly friendly swindler start hitting people?

Admittedly, when he was surrounded and beaten in Northern Wind City, he did hit people with a bag of coins, but that was in self-defense. Ange’s current words clearly referred to the silver coin ‘actively’ hitting people, a completely different nature.

A group of them rushed to the gate of Rapids Fortress, and were stunned to see Silver Coin swinging his money bag and beating a bunch of shifty looking thugs, all the while angrily shouting: “Dare to charge protection fees? Dare to charge managent fees? Dare to charge land fees? You vampires, I’ll kill you!”

Negris was confused: “What’s going on, a minor situation like this, and you, Silver Coin, need to step in personally?”

After giving those thugs bloody noses and bruises, Silver Coin ca back, angrily saying: “When I was young and selling things on the streets, I despised people like them the most. They bullied us small rchants and vendors all day. Just now, while we were distributing buns, these people had the audacity to say I was occupying land and wanted to charge managent and land fees. It pissed off.”

Negris and Durken looked at Silver Coin with interest, and said: “It’s rare to see you, a swindler, lose your composure like this. They’re only so petty thugs, couldn’t you just kill them?”

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The thugs kneeling on the ground turned pale at their words, they just wanted to collect so protection money, now they were going to be killed? They initially thought Silver Coin was ruthless enough, they didn’t expect there to be soone even more ruthless.

Silver Coin scratched his head: “I don’t think that’s necessary. It’s just annoying. It was bearable to be bullied before, but now soone dares to charge these miscellaneous fees, which made react impulsively.”

A boisterous voice rang out from the city walls: “Paying taxes in accordance with the law, operation within demarcated zones, cooperation with managent, aren’t these normal things? Why can’t you be charged today? Who do you think you are?”

Looking up, they saw a Swordsman in knight’s armor standing atop the city walls of Rapids Fortress, looking down on Ange’s group.

Negris and the others were at a loss for words, unsure of how to answer. If they told the truth, the others would definitely think they were bluffing. Were they supposed to say that this Goblin in front of them is the God of Fraudsters, and this Little Yellow Dragon is the God of Knowledge?

But if they didn’t answer honestly, then what kind of identity should they fabricate?

They didn’t have ti to worry about this,as Ji Li, who now knew she had a reliable backing, was very bold. She pointed at the man on the city wall and yelled: “Who do you think you are! Shouting at the top of your lungs, hasn’t anyone taught you manners?! %&#*￥#@…”

At this mont, everyone felt as if Ji Li was possessed by lightning.

The Swordsman was stunned by the scolding, but when he got over it, his face turned red with rage. He pointed at Ji Li and shouted, “Shoot them down.”

At his command, a dozen archers erged from the city wall, drew their bows, and aid them down at them.

Negris and the others wanted to laugh. Bows and arrows? Think they could hurt them?

Before Negris and the others could react, Ange had already acted. He let out a screech.

All the archers on the city wall scread in unison, as if they saw sothing terrifying. They hastily threw away their bows and arrows, covered their ears and ran in all directions, like a disturbed hornet’s nest. One of them was so panicked that he even fell from the city wall.

Fear Technique?

Negris couldn’t help facepalming, he knew why Ange would use the Fear Technique, to disguise as a Necromancer. But this disguise was too over-the-top, a scream causing fear in a dozen targets, that’s at least high-level magic.

You could count on two hands the number of Necromancers who could instantly cast high-level magic.

Of course, what Ange used was not magic, but Soul Deterrence, produced by a powerful soul. The effect was very similar to Fear Technique. It could be said that the benefits of Ange disguising as a Necromancer was simply too much.

Due to the ‘fear’, the archers couldn’t release their arrows. Ange flicked his wrists, and two Wraith Travelers screeched as they swooped towards the city wall. Then Ange stretched out his hand, reaching into thin air and pulling out a Scythe of Death, brandishing it as he leaped up.

The ceaseless wind supported his body, spiraling him to the city wall, and he hooked the scythe around the Swordsman’s neck.

Negris facepald again: “Are you pretending to be a Necromancer or what? What are you using the Scythe of Death for? Is this a Mage or a Skeleton?”

Everyone else didn’t think as much as Negris. To them, the ‘living and breathing’ Ange, who would link him with skeletons? They just thought it was so kind of special weapon. Nowadays, there are not a few close-combat professions who worship the Undead and use scythes and hamrs.

Ding! Ding ding ding ding! Ding! Amidst a series of clashing sounds, the Swordsman’s throat was severed by the scythe.

If his soul was conscious, he probably wouldn’t dare to order people to shoot at Ange again. He, Ange, was especially sensitive to attacks from others.

The remaining archers who had recovered from their fear didn’t even dare to pick up their bows. They scread and ran in all different directions.

“Fine, so we’ve just taken over the city wall like this? Can we open or close the city gates now?” Negris flapped his wings and flew up. Looking at the deserted city wall, he spoke in a sowhat surreal way.

A plu of smoke rose from the gate checkpoint, transforming into Durken. With a light tap of his Gold-touch Stick, the city gate slowly descended and opened.

Refugees inside the city sward out, while those outside were desperately trying to squeeze in, creating chaos.