Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 892 - 892 494 Must Seize it by All Means

Chapter 892: Chapter 494: Must Seize it by All ans Chapter 892: Chapter 494: Must Seize it by All ans At the end of Eternity Road, a flash of white light from the Teleportation Array and Shamara appeared in the middle of it. She did not step out imdiately but rather peeked around curiously.

“Eh, Shamara? What brings you here?” Lisa thought it might be a delivery of so supplies but, to her surprise, it was Shamara.

This Fallen Saintess wandered outside the core group of Ange’s following. You could say she was obedient, as she was rarely seen, but when it ca to important matters, she showed up to help.

Lisa wasn’t familiar with her and couldn’t fathom why she would co here.

“Where’s Lord Ange?” Shamara inquired.

In this team, addressing soone simply as ‘Lord’ refers to Ange. For anyone else, one would include their na, such as Lord Ange, Lord Anthony, Lord Durken, Lady Lisa and so on.

“Looking for Lord Ange? Is there sothing you need?” Lisa countered.

Shamara hemd and hawed before finally saying, “I feel like sothing good will happen if I ca here.”

“Heh, this place is desolate and secluded, not even a wraith in sight; what good can possibly happen?” Just as Lisa finished speaking, a Little Ghost drifted by lazily, infuriating Lisa. Hadn’t she just ntioned there were no wraiths, and now one cos out to prove her wrong?

“Roar!” Lisa let out a shout infused with the power of the Holy Light, scaring the wraith into scurrying away with its tail between its legs.

Lisa was triumphant.

“Are you bored or sothing, scaring a Little Ghost? Co back here, will you? Tell if it’s ti yet?” A witch with a pale face walked over, her face covered with a Silk cloth that only revealed her eyes, making her look like a ghost and startling Shamara.

“Eh? Luna?” The witch’s eyes scanned over Shamara and imdiately recognized a familiar presence.

Luna erged from Shamara, bowing respectfully, “Long ti no see, Lady Witch.”

The witch was baffled and looked towards Lisa, hesitantly asking, “Can I hit her?”

“What for? She’s one of us,” Lisa replied.

The witch grabbed her hair in frustration, “What on earth has happened while I was away? How did the Supre Holy Spirit also beco one of us?”

“Don’t pull it out, or it won’t grow back with Little Sapling not around,” Lisa warned.

The witch stiffened up and gently let go of her hair.

“What are you thinking about? It’s been twenty minutes; ti’s up. Co on, let’s wash this off and do so pore-tightening steps,” Lisa beckoned with a hook of her palm.

The witch bounced over to follow Lisa’s call.

Shamara and Luna exchanged glances. After pondering for a mont, they re-armorized into one and followed as well.

Beside the farm, a luxurious tent had been erected. Upon lifting the tent flap, the first thing felt was a barrier of energy, and after passing through, they entered a tent devoid of air.

Shamara, struggling to adjust, held her breath and thought, “Why is there no air here?”

“Oh, we don’t need to breathe, so we don’t need air. Besides, I’ve just read an article that ntioned a substance in the air that makes the skin more active; too much exposure, and the skin ages quicker. So air actually ages the skin; we’re better off without it. Can you adapt? If not, we’ll remove the energy barrier,” the witch answered.

Shamara blinked in confusion, stepped back out, took a deep breath, and re-entered, “It’s okay, no problem, I can adapt.”

Lisa pressed the witch into a chair, asking curiously, “What kind of nonsense is this? Where did you read it?”

The witch pointed to the side, “Right there, in those miscellaneous ones you brought in. Issue 192 of the Goddess of Beauty City Rejuvenating Beauty Magazine, discussing the relationship between air and beauty, authored by x of the Stellaris Academy’s Air Arcane Magic Mage. Haven’t you read it?”

“There’s such an article? I haven’t read it. When do I have the ti? I’m busy to death. But authors from Stellaris Academy usually have high credibility; no wonder you went to the trouble of putting up the energy barrier,” Lisa muttered, skillfully removing the mask, cleaning, applying lotion, massaging, patting for better absorption.

Shamara casually picked up the magazine the witch had pointed out, and upon flipping through, her heart raced at the sight of a Magic Impression—a voluptuous woman coming to life in the pages, covered only with two small pieces of cloth that barely covered three sensitive spots.

With her heart pounding, Shamara snapped the magazine shut, looked around to see no one was paying attention to her, and stealthily peeked inside again—Spring Lingerie · Air Series.

Quite appealing indeed, Shamara had worn such garnts herself, but it’s one thing for her to wear them and another to see soone else in them.

As she was engrossed, ready to pick out a style for herself, the tent flap was pulled back, and Ange burst in. His eyes lit up when he saw Shamara; he rushed over, grabbed her, and thrust her into a spatial rift.

Without saying goodbye, he ran out again. By the ti Lisa chased after him, Ange had already returned to the Black Crystal Skeleton’s side, hands on it, his body rigid.

In a flash, nothing changed except for Shamara being pushed through the rift.

Lisa muttered in confusion, “How did Lord Ange know Shamara had arrived? Could she have been right about good things happening?”

Shamara, puzzled, stood up to find herself surrounded by people, so familiar, so not. Their gazes were all fixed on her hand, where she was holding an open magazine—opened to the lingerie advertisent page.