Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 931 - 931 510 Fatian Where Are You

Chapter 931: Chapter 510: Fatian, Where Are You? Chapter 931: Chapter 510: Fatian, Where Are You? “Child? Whom are you calling a child? How old are you?” Abuke said irritably.

Anthony had seen through the Soul-Breaking Stone Seal, and then it said ‘child,’ which obviously ant calling Anthony a child, right?

Kvada, Anthony is his master. If Anthony is a child, what does that make him?

Anthony paused, Nevin paused, and the one who made the sound also paused, “I… of course… was referring to the one next to you.”

“How dare you! Is Lord Anthony soone you can insult just like that? You might even be younger than him, co out and die, you disrespectful fellow!” Abuke shouted angrily.

Anthony and Nevin were standing in the front, so by ‘the one next to him,’ he obviously ant Anthony.

Nevin hesitantly raised his hand, “But, my great-grandmother was talking about .”

“Impossible, if it were you, she would’ve called you by your na, not ‘the one next to .’ Your great-grandmother couldn’t possibly have forgotten your na,” Abuke said.

Nevin had no choice but to turn around and shout into the cave, “Great-grandma, did you forget my na again?”

The voice from the cave asked weakly, “What’s your na again? Oh dear, after so many years, you guys change nas every few decades, how can I rember each child’s na?”

“Eh? You change nas every few decades too?” Abuke exclaid.

He understood the pain all too well; his Dragon’s Lackey would change Priests every few decades, decades, or even years—how could he rember all their nas?

“You too?” Sharing the sa plight greatly increased his sympathy, and with that understanding, the misunderstanding naturally unraveled.

Upon reaching the end of the cave, everyone saw the host, a dragon’s skull…

“This…” Anthony was a bit surprised, wasn’t it supposed to be the Spirit Dragon Griffini? Why was it a dragon skull instead?

“What’s this ‘this’? Let think; sothing isn’t right. This is clearly my place, so why are you all yelling at ? So what if I called you a child? To , a human life, no matter how long, is still but a child,” Griffini thought the misunderstanding was resolved, but grew increasingly angry the more it thought about it.

“Oh! How old are you?” Before Anthony could answer, Abuke had already jumped in.

“I, six hundred and sixty years old,” Griffini said.

Abuke scoffed, “I, eight hundred and ninety years old, and this, is my master.”

Anthony was caught between laughter and tears; according to his nature, he never cared much about these frivolous matters, and even if he did argue, he couldn’t bring out any evidence to prove he was over three thousand years old.

But he also understood Abuke’s ntality: if the master is insulted, a servant must die, how can you call my master a child?

As expected, Griffini demanded, “What proof do you have that you are eight hundred and ninety years old?!”

Abuke countered, “What proof do you have that you are six hundred years old?”

“My children can prove it; they have written epics for , the earliest edition is already six hundred years old,” Griffini said loudly.

Abuke also said loudly, “My body can prove it, I have been eight hundred and ninety years old.”

“Your body? Where is your body? Aren’t you a Dragon Undead? How can you still have a body?” Griffini exclaid.

“Of course, I am over eight thousand years old if you count the lifespan of my body. You should call ancestor grandpa,” Abuke said.

Griffin was taken aback, for even counting the lifespan of her body, she wasn’t over eight thousand years old. No, she couldn’t just admit defeat. What if he was lying?

“Where is your body, then? Show it to ,” Griffin said.

“I can’t show it here, you have to co with to see it,” Abuke replied.

“Let’s go!” A cloud of smoke erged from the dragon skull, taking on the form of a human female.

“Let’s go,” Abuke, showing no weakness, led the way out, and the two Dragon Souls left the cave and flew away, leaving a group of people staring blankly at each other.

Anthony and Nevin exchanged glances and simultaneously gave a bitter smile, “What even is this…”

“Grandma… um… tends to be quite serious about things,” Nevin said awkwardly, but couldn’t really complain and tried to explain it to Griffin gently.

Anthony also gave a bitter smile, “Yes, Abuke is pretty serious too.”

He couldn’t even believe what he said himself; both were hundreds of years old as Dragon Souls, yet they insisted on arguing over age. They flew for hours just to verify it, even though they had traveled for two hours on a Bone Dragon to get here.

“Should we chase after them?” Nevin asked.

Anthony was unsure and turned to ask, “Lord Nage, should we chase after them? Lord Nage?”

Negris was projected onto Ange and didn’t make a sound; only Ange knew whether it was there. After calling twice, Negris finally snapped back to reality and responded, “No need, what’s the point of running around? They’ll co back soon.”

“Oh, then what were you looking at just now?” It took two calls to get an answer, so clearly, Negris had been distracted.

“I was looking at this tomb. This must be a tomb built by an ancient human civilization, then you took over, right?” Negris turned to Nevin and asked.

Nevin shook his head, “No, it’s not like that. The Dragon Head was originally here, and Grandma was born from it; she is the true owner here. Humans ca later and transford it into a tomb.”

Negris didn’t want to delve deeper and said, “Whatever, have you noticed anything from these murals and carvings, the Giants, Lightning?”

Anthony perked up, “Thunder Titan?”

Finally, a clue about the Thunder Titans again. These guys secretly communicated with the Dwarves before the Faith Storm, so they must know about the Faith Storm and the Star Burst Array.

Finding them could answer many of Negris and others’ questions, like how exactly they managed to use Thunder for interdinsional communication, which Durken was especially curious about.

If they could decipher the secret of their communication, then they could directly communicate with the Master Plane from here, without the hassle involving Ange.

Nevin blinked blankly, “Titans? Do you an those seven to eight ters tall beings that can wield Thunder?”

Negris and Anthony perked up, “You know about the Titans? Do you have any news on them?”

“If you’re talking about those Thunder-wielding giants, then I know a bit. Right in the middle of this valley lies their relic. Every ti it rains, non-stop Lightning strikes the relic. We usually pile so soil on the relic to let the Lightning strike it, then spread that soil over our farmland to fertilize it, causing the crops to grow especially well the following year.”

Fertilize? Grow well? No good! Negris felt a sudden pang of concern.

Sure enough, Ange, who had been planting vegetables in the space just monts ago, had stopped and looked up to ask, “Fertilize, where is that?”