Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 885 - 885 491 They Have Good Stuff in Their Team2

Chapter 885: Chapter 491: They Have Good Stuff in Their Team_2 Chapter 885: Chapter 491: They Have Good Stuff in Their Team_2 Negris curled her lips, “Stop covering up, I’ve been here watching you all day. If you’re going to cover sothing, you should cover your face. How do you feel? Any dizziness? Tiredness? Feel any uncontrollable rage? None of that? Well, that’s pretty good, you can go now.”

She re-covered her eyes, left the Life Sacred Pool, and then teleported away. Until the mont she removed her blindfold, she had no idea where she had been.

It all seed like a dream—apart from her bright eyes, full energy, smooth skin, and her resilient figure, everything indicated that everything had changed, as if she had truly experienced rebirth.

“Little Enki, is it true? Have I really beco younger?” Aesani asked incredulously.

Enki gave a forced smile, saying coolly, “See for yourself.” He handed her a mirror.

Reflected in the mirror was a young and beautiful girl with youthful white skin, no eye bags, no sagging cheeks, and no enlarged head—perfect from every angle.

My god, is this ?

“Little Enki, is this really ?” Aesani pointed to herself in the mirror.

Enki said, “Yes, it’s really you. Now that you look like this, stop calling ‘Little Enki.’ Call ‘Uncle’ instead.”

Aesani stared at Enki, dumbfounded, finally feeling his admiration for her quickly fading away.

…

The friends of friends were limitless, and with Aesani and Enki’s word of mouth, the prestige of the God of Balance gradually spread far and wide.

All the strong ones who had regained their youth claid unanimously that they had rely gone for beauty treatnts, which was why they looked younger. If you also wanted a beauty treatnt, you could go to the Sorcerer Ladder and find Great Priest Monica.

Great Priest Monica’s beauty services were now open to the public, after all, even the Sorcerer Alliance had hearts to win.

This Divine Art that could make people a decade younger was very popular within the Sorcerer Alliance. Offering so spots to prestigious individuals on the surface could earn their strong favor.

At this critical juncture of vying for the people’s hearts, the favor of influential individuals was very important. It could determine whether, a few months later, when the crops were ripe, they would sell their grains to the Sorcerer Alliance.

“So, Anthony’s plan was waiting right here, and he managed to bring it full circle,” Negris admitted, impressed.

“Indeed, Lord Anthony’s arrangents are quite formidable. So seemingly unrelated setups turn out to be ingenious when they all connect. Now, Lord Anthony has also asked to spread the news through the comrcial system that ‘soone can repair the Sorcerer Ladder.’ In just one day, I received dozens of inquiries,” Lord Silver Coin reflected.

“He’s probably plotting to sell the Sorcerer Ladder to the Undead Empire. Forget about it, what brings you here?” Negris asked.

“Oh, two things. The materials for building the Teleportation Array are ready, and secondly, the Dinsional Space Mage Convention is about to begin. I received a ssage that the convention has invited the Thunder Titan. Didn’t you ask to keep an eye out for news on the Titan clan? They might attend, but I can’t get an invitation,” Lord Silver Coin said.

“You need an invitation? You can’t get one?” Negris expressed her surprise, “Then forget it, if we can’t get one, we won’t go…”

Because the Thunder Titan had once passed a ssage to the Dwarves of the Master Plane to beware of the Faith Storm, ntioning that ‘thunder would ultimately return,’ Negris had always wanted to find them and ask what it ant.

However, there had been no news of the Thunder Titan, as if they had disappeared into thin air. She didn’t expect them to suddenly show up now.

Nevertheless, Negris had lost the initial interest she had. Needing an invitation? Too much hassle, not going. After all, given the current situation, Anthony might not take long to engulf the entire plane, and then the Titans would truly have to ‘return.’

But before she could finish speaking, Luther ca back swaggering with two scrolls in his hand, “Lord Nage, Lord Silver Coin, good morning.”

“Good morning, my foot; it’s night now. Where did you go off to this ti?” Negris scolded.

Staying near the Life Sacred Pool was indeed boring. Luther, who couldn’t stay put, had left early on. Being a High-level Sword Saint, he didn’t have to worry about not getting the better end of the deal, so Negris didn’t bother controlling him.

“Heh, Lucidia said she couldn’t master a few Sword Techniques and asked to give her a few pointers,” Luther said, sowhat embarrassed.

“Lucidia? You guys?” Negris looked at Luther in confusion. Calling her so intimately? There must be sothing more to this.

“Oh, Lord Nage, where is your mind wandering to? With her level of ability, she would only slow down my swordsmanship, don’t get any weird ideas, okay?” Luther hurriedly covered up.

“Alright, alright, you can get lost now,” Negris dismissively waved his hand.

“Okay then, oh and this is from Enki. He wanted to pass this to you. It’s an invitation to the Wizards’ Conference, it’s not nad, so you can join in the hubbub if you’re interested,” said Luther, handing over two scrolls.

Looking at the scrolls, Negris and Silver Coin exchanged glances, “It really is whatever you ask for, we can’t not go now.”

Turning his head to look not far away, Ange’s hand was reaching into the Dinsional Space, focusing on farming. Negris suddenly felt a headache coming on. How was he going to get this Dead Skull moving and out to have so fun?

Ange was now absorbed in the Dinsional Space, a brand new area where everything was fresh, free from the buildings of the Resting Camp, with all places open to beco farmland. He was currently trying to plan the layout of the terrain in the space.

As Negris was nursing his headache, Ange suddenly looked up and glanced in a certain direction, then suddenly ca to a realization and started running out of the valley.

Whoosh, Little Angel and Little Zombie quickly followed, Negris, Luther, Silver Coin, and the big cat were stunned for a mont, then hurriedly chased after them. No need to guess, soone must be crying out for help.

…

Tens of kiloters away in a desolate area, a Molten Giant was being besieged by a dozen Swordsn. They kept moving around, maintaining a safe distance, and then struck when the timing was right.

Outside the circle, a Mage stood on a flying vehicle, waving his Magic Wand. With his spells, the humidity around them increased, and soon mist ford, spiraling towards the Molten Giant.

While casting, the Mage still managed to express his surprise, “Strange, why is there a Molten Giant in this desert? Did we land on the wrong shore? Is this the Northern Wind Desert?”

The Swordsman follower behind him held a large sword with both hands, calmly responding, “Correct, north of the Northern Wind Mountain Range, the Northern Wind Desert.”

“So why is there a Molten Giant here? Did geological changes lead to a volcano?” asked the Mage, puzzled – there was no lava, so how could there be a Molten Giant?

Even though the lava on the Molten Giant was flickering weakly, as if it would extinguish at any mont, and it was spewing ashes along the way, there was no mistake – it was a Molten Giant.

The Swordsman nonchalantly said, “Don’t know.”

“How can you not know anything? Forget it, I’ll ask it directly. Hey, Molten Giant, why are you here? Are you lost?” the Mage shouted.

The Molten Giant replied with a simple-minded voice, “I’m lost, don’t kill , I want to go ho.”

“Oh, alright, alright, we won’t kill you. Everyone, go easy, let’s catch it alive,” the Mage assured him and shouted to his followers.

The Molten Giant naively said, “Don’t hit , or I’ll hit you back.”

Flailing its fists randomly, it couldn’t manage to hit the agile Swordsn.

“Why is this Molten Giant so dopey? Such a waste of its huge size,” the Swordsn chatted casually as they fought.

“Aren’t all Molten Giants like this? Low-level demons are all like that. It’s only those Demon Kings and Demon Lords who are particularly cunning,” another Swordsman replied.

“Stay focused, don’t damage it. I need its heart for a sacrifice to…” the Mage was saying when he suddenly paused, turning his head eastward, as his Eye of the Wizard saw many people approaching rapidly.

The Molten Giant also seed to sense soone was approaching and suddenly straightened up. Its form shot up, and the nearly extinguished lava on its body suddenly beca scorching, illuminating the night sky.

At the sa ti, the Molten Giant shouted, “Lord, co quickly and catch them! I can tell there’s sothing good in their party.”

Clang! The Molten Giant wasn’t simple-minded at all; it had been feigning stupidity all along. It was too cunning, and they had been fooled!