Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 864 - 864 480 Well Framed and Slandered Huh

Chapter 864: Chapter 480 Well, Frad and Slandered, Huh? Chapter 864: Chapter 480 Well, Frad and Slandered, Huh? “`

Groggy, Doroc heard so sizzling sounds and slled the aroma of roasted at. When he opened his eyes, a brass-colored figure stood before him.

It was the great ancestor… Doroc silently thought, but why had the great ancestor beco so big? And why was he holding a knife and fork, grinning at him sleazily, “What a waste it would be not to eat you, such a big, fully grown giant dragon. You wouldn’t believe I could move you, would you? Do you prefer red-cooked or spice-roasted?”

In a weak voice, Doroc said, “Could you… not eat ?”

“Not eat you? Such a fat dragon would be a pity not to eat. What can you do?”

“Catch… catch fish…”

“How many fish would you need to catch to equal the value of a Gold Dragon? Maybe you should farm instead.”

“Ah? Farm? No no no, how could a noble Gold Dragon possibly farm…”

“If you’re not farming, then we might as well roast you. Stuff you with spice water, marinate you well.”

“Don’t… don’t… don’t roast , don’t eat … Ah!” Doroc scread and opened his eyes wide, the familiar cave coming into view.

Phew—was it just a dream? Scared to death, what a strange dream that was?

Having gathered his wits, Doroc turned his head and saw a group of unfamiliar humans not far off in the cave, together with Negris and those juvenile dragons, turning their heads to look at Doroc.

“You’re awake?” Negris flew over joyfully and asked, “How do you feel? Is anything bothering you?”

Upon hearing this, Doroc moved his body and felt refreshed rather than uncomfortable. However, he did have a strange sensation on his back which he decided to disregard for the ti being and said sowhat sheepishly, “I don’t feel uncomfortable. Did I disturb you just now? Was I talking in my sleep?”

“You did, saying things like don’t roast you, don’t eat you, about fishing and farming, no worries. Are you hungry? There are Elf Beans over there, eat a bag, Ange said you would have a high consumption, and eating other things wouldn’t replenish you.” Negris pointed at a few bags nearby.

Elf Beans? What are those? Doroc eyed those bags, his brow furrowed in confusion. Not replenished by eating other stuff, but this would work?

His stomach growled hungrily and, with so skepticism, Doroc bit into a bag of beans, tearing it open with his teeth, licks it a few tis to get the beans out, and swallowed them.

What kind of la beans are these, not even enough to fill the gaps between my teeth? Doroc decided to eat them all before looking for sothing else to eat.

Negris paid no further attention and flew back, calling out to everyone, “Keep going, keep going, stuff it with spice water, marinate it well, peel off the skin, rub on the spices and roast it.”

“You’ve never had it before, right? This was taught to by a pirate; she would rob every day, and whenever she got spices, she’d keep them and developed quite a few tasty dishes,” Negris said.

Doroc realized what the roasting and farming talk had been about in his dream—it was what the great ancestor had been saying to these humans?

These humans were rugged, thin, with sparse hair, but coordinated in an orderly and precise way, helping Negris deal with the sea fish. Their deanor gave Doroc a strange feeling, but lacking education, he couldn’t pinpoint what felt odd.

Doroc put these feelings aside for the mont and began checking on his own condition, turning his head to look at his back where he felt the strange sensation.

When he saw what was causing it, he was utterly flabbergasted. There were two ‘chicken wings’; calling them chicken wings might be inappropriate—they looked more like oversized ostrich wings. No matter what, they were definitely wings.

Doroc was stunned for a while before excitent surged in his heart: I have wings now?!

“I have wings? Great ancestor, I have wings now?” Incredulous, Doroc turned his head and yelled at Negris. In the half-enclosed cave, a fifty-ter-long giant dragon shouting uncontrollably at you is quite a terrifying sight.

Everyone reflexively covered their ears, the juvenile dragons losing control and tumbling a few tis before getting up and responding with a defiant cry, “Ying ying ying—”

“Keep your voice down, you want to scare soone to death? Yes, yes, yes, you’ve got wings. Indeed, getting so excited over a couple of chicken wings,” Negris scolded irritably.

Doroc was too preoccupied to pay attention, his face turning red as he sprinted out of the cave.

He had eaten all the Elf Beans in one go, and now, due to his large size, the reaction was delayed, giving him a strong feeling of fullness. The digestive tract of a giant dragon is relatively short, and when full, it wants to relieve itself.

Kvada, monts ago it seed they weren’t enough to wedge between his teeth; now, he just wanted to swallow those words.

Having dashed to the other side of the island to a cliff, Doroc stuck his butt out and went “gluglu,” feeling thoroughly relieved.

Could Lord Ange’s beans really be so potent? What were they called again? Elf Beans? The beans of those humans with pointed ears?

After relaxing his body and mind, Doroc slowly crawled back. Only then did he feel the true power of the Elf Beans—feeling warm in the belly, they continuously sent a warm flow to every part of his body. He felt that his claws were stronger, his neck was stronger, and his hind legs were stronger.

Everything was different now. Had he beco a real giant dragon? Was that drop of blood from Lord Ange really Dragon God’s blood?

Full of doubt, Doroc returned to the cave and asked Negris, “Great ancestor, where did Lord Ange go?”

Doroc noticed that when he ntioned ‘Lord Ange,’ all those odd humans stopped working, muttered a few words, and then continued with their tasks.

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