Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 936 - 936 514 Taken to Farm

Chapter 936: Chapter 514: Taken to Farm Chapter 936: Chapter 514: Taken to Farm The private mber area of Goddess of Beauty City is located underground and is specially used for so rather explicit activities, such as removing dirt from skeletons.

Harvey lay on the wooden bed, his entire body sinking into the pit, which was filled with the essence of ergonomics and perfectly contoured to Harvey’s bones. If there was any mismatch, Harvey would rub vigorously and forcefully scrape off a layer of wood chips to fit perfectly, which was very convenient.

A Minotaur aunt, holding a steel brush — the kind used to scrub off the oxide layer when forging iron — scrubbed vigorously on Harvey’s body, scraping off layers of old muck to reveal the purple and gold undertone of the bones below.

Seeing this, the Minotaur aunt scrubbed even harder.

She never imagined that she could earn her keep by scrubbing baths; that role was usually filled by delicate human aunts, while Minotaur aunts were tasked with carrying logs and moving large stones. Guests complained about her strength and no one would think of getting a Minotaur to scrub them, unless they had a death wish.

Only Harvey and Feiti could withstand such treatnt.

As everyone knows, skeletons have lots of nooks and crannies, impressive from a distance, but up close, they reveal porous bones that simply must be cleaned.

Initially, Ange would rather have little birds peck at his bones than allow them to pick out things like grass seeds, because if they got stuck, the bone seams wouldn’t close, and the sprouting seeds would crack the bones apart.

Resting Wind has the effect of refining bones, and the Soul Fire of high-ranking skeletons has a similar effect. After tempering, the skeleton becos tallized, filling porous spots, but there’s a precondition: nothing can be blocked in the hole cracks.

This stuff is especially difficult to remove because while it blocks the hole cracks, it also undergoes a special change due to the long-term tempering by Soul Fire, solidifying like a piece of glass.

If they’re particularly lazy skeletons who would rather lie down than stand, then this old muck becos even more entrenched and harder.

Harvey would absolutely not bother cleaning this stuff off; it wasn’t unsightly, and so might even like it, as it created a patina-like effect, sleek and shiny.

But lying still and having soone else scrub you is a different story — that’s a luxury.

Scrub—scrub—scrub—the old muck fell off layer by layer. The patina was scrubbed away, revealing the purple-gold true colors, making the Minotaur aunt beam with a smile, filled with a sense of accomplishnt.

After finishing with the back, the Minotaur aunt patted Harvey’s pelvis and thought to herself: That’s oddly satisfying.

Harvey didn’t react.

The Minotaur aunt couldn’t help but pat again, saying, “Guest, please turn over.”

Harvey still didn’t react, as if he had fallen asleep.

“Guest! Guest! Turn over, please!” The Minotaur aunt patted several tis with no response.

Given the strength of Harvey’s bones, even if the Minotaur aunt ca at him with a sledgehamr, she couldn’t scratch his bones, so it was impossible to wake the sleeping Harvey.

Annoyed, the Minotaur aunt pulled him up and shook him vigorously, but he still didn’t wake up.

Conceding defeat, the Minotaur aunt laid him back onto the wooden bed, planning to wait until he woke up to continue.

However, after a while, the Minotaur aunt suddenly noticed sothing. She picked up Harvey, who was lying face down, turned him over so he was face up on the wooden bed, and carefully positioned his arms and legs.

“There, that’s better. He’s turned over now. I’m such a clever cow,” the Minotaur aunt praised herself and happily resud scrubbing the skeleton.

For soone like Harvey, the difference was imdiately obvious once scrubbed. To beco a sparkling clean guest in Goddess of Beauty City warranted a special na — a “Treasure Guest.” Especially in services like blackhead removal and foot scrubs, it was a delight for people with OCD who would rather pay to watch.

After the scrubbing and cleaning, drying, and wiping, halfway through blow-drying, Treasure Guest Harvey suddenly sat upright: “Is Titan coming back?”

…

“Is Titan coming back?” Purple Corpse, who was squatting with a huge log, suddenly perked up his ears to listen to the deep soulful howl.

Purple Corpse had now grown to four ters tall. Though he only increased one-quarter in height, his body weight had more than doubled.

With abundant nutrition, sensible training, and the high-energy assistance of Lightning, all Titans of the Purple Skeleton Clan had awakened their bloodlines. However, bloodlines are graded, and at the level of Purple Corpse, he was beginning to feel a new bottleneck and needed a fresh approach.

“Really? Titan is back? That’s great! You’ve reached a bottleneck; this is the perfect ti to ask the Titans how to break through. We are of the Thunder bloodline,” the Great Shaman said joyfully.

The Great Shaman was now three and a half ters tall, having extended his life span and rejuvenated his body after awakening his bloodline.

Purple Corpse gave him a disdainful look, put the log down, and said seriously, “Great Shaman, you are mistaken. We are Lord Ange’s people, don’t get it wrong.”

The Great Shaman blinked, stunned. Although he was born in the savage Plane and ranked as a Great Shaman, he was essentially a family head with no political sensitivity.

It was Purple Corpse who, due to loitering among the noble ladies and hearing all sorts of things, beca more sensitive. Moreover, Lisa and Anthony’s nurous silver coin sches seed dangerous, prompting her to consult with Lisa.

Lisa didn’t give her a long lecture; she simply said, “Just rember one thing clearly, Ange is your god, everything else is illusion. You are not so Mixed-Blood Titan or an Abyss wanderer; your only identity is Ange’s people. Do you understand?”