Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 947 - 947 520 Can the Monarch be Released2

Chapter 947: Chapter 520: Can the Monarch be Released?_2 Chapter 947: Chapter 520: Can the Monarch be Released?_2 “You’re not going to tell that your knowledge of the Divine Realm is all from this set of knight novels, right?” Anthony asked.

Radriad nodded vigorously.

Anthony felt a ridiculous sense of the absurd and casually picked up a book to check the author’s signature—a Bard, the author was simply called Bard, nothing else.

This obviously pseudonymous signature was sowhat interesting; Anthony flipped through it and indeed found records of so legends about heroes of the Master Plane, including historical events such as the seven Plane Wars and the separate rule of different races, as well as so history of the Undead Empire.

Anthony put down the book and said, “It must be His Majesty who wrote this, but what is His Majesty doing writing sothing like this?”

“His Majesty? Which His Majesty? Do you still have a His Majesty? You’re not referring to the Undead King, are you? Are you followers of the God of Life or the Undead Empire?” Radriad asked anxiously.

Anthony was a bit helpless: “Who’s interrogating whom here? Why are you in more of a hurry than we are?”

“How can I not be anxious? This is the opportunity I’ve been dreaming of to understand the Divine Realm. Ask whatever you want to ask quickly, then it’s my turn to ask. Hurry up,” Radriad said impatiently.

Wow, this captive is quite naive. He thinks he can ask questions in return? What does he think this is, a date? A chance to ask questions in turns to increase understanding of each other?

However, Anthony didn’t imdiately reject the idea. After all, he would be the first to ask, and after he finished, it would depend on his mood whether to answer the other’s questions or not.

After so questioning, Anthony basically figured out Radriad’s background, just as everyone had guessed. This Godmaking Sorcerer had crafted the God of Truth, and this fictional deity was cleverly grafted into the system of the God of Light, continuously stealing the Power of Light.

The deity summoned just now was indeed an incarnation of the God of Truth, but after all, a fake god is still a fake god. This Radriad couldn’t harness the real power of divine power.

It just so happened that he t Luther, a guy who had seen too many gods and didn’t hold them in awe, who just boldly struck him down.

“Ever since I saw the description of the God of Life in the book, I’ve been desperately wanting to find it. It possesses infinite vitality, and this powerful life force can change so many things. Please give this life force at all costs; I’m willing to pay any price,” Radriad answered proactively, suddenly becoming agitated as he spoke.

“What do you need the life force for?” Anthony asked.

Radriad shook his head: “I can’t tell you that, it’s a secret.”

“Radriad, although you’ve been very cooperative, you must understand that you are a captive and don’t have the right to bargain. I’ve also respected you and haven’t taken any asures of forced interrogation, but if you don’t cooperate, I’ll have to resort to so more cruel and painful thods,” Anthony said, feigning difficulty.

“You don’t need to worry. As long as you answer my questions and et my demands, I can tell you everything you want to know, without the need for any cruel ans. They are aningless to ,” Radriad stated calmly.

“Oh? aningless?” A thought struck Anthony. Was this the real reason behind Radriad’s confidence? No wonder he didn’t care about his situation at all.

Anthony smiled slightly, not dwelling on the issue, and asked instead, “So, life force, which kind do you need?”

After Anthony finished speaking, he found Ange and whispered sothing to him, then Ange displayed all the items he had that contained life force—Holy Essence Liquid, Insect Ash Liquid, World Tree saplings, Fruit of Life, Heart of Life, Divine Fragnts…

Ange had indeed intended to display the Blank God Statue as well, but Anthony, fearing it would scare the other party, quickly stopped him.

But that array had already startled Radriad. He gasped, his eyes glued to those objects and unable to look away: “This… this… there’s so many?”

His gaze first settled on the Heart of Life, then shifted to the Insect Ash Liquid: “I originally wanted this thing because its life force is so abundant, but I feel like this dark liquid in the bottle seems even more useful. Can I sll it?”

Anthony opened the Insect Ash Liquid and brought it to Radriad’s nose for him to sll.

“Such a strange scent. I feel it might be more useful than the powerful life force. I need to conduct further experints. This is troubleso. My original design was mainly based on using powerful life force, but this dark liquid seems to have a regenerative effect, which could be more effective if employed. What to do? I want both, but the dark liquid requires experintation and a redesign of my approach. However, if successful, the safety and success rate could far surpass thods that use life force. What should I do? Which one should I choose?” Radriad was already caught in a quandary of choice, unable to decide, even though he hadn’t yet received any of the items.

Negris knew these emotions all too well and hurriedly suggested, “Choose the best one, or you’ll regret it.”

For soone with choice paralysis, if there’s nothing to choose from, it’s fine. But with any choice, they must pick the best one. If they select a slightly worse option due to finances or other reasons, they’re likely to regret it for the rest of their lives.

Every ti they rember the decision, they can’t help but wonder: Would it have been better if I had chosen the other?