Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1034

Chapter 1034: 601 Chapter 1034: 601 If everyone in a competition yields two to three hundred catties, but the champion multiplies that several times over, reaching a yield of a thousand catties per mu, what would be your first reaction?

“Cheating?” Negris said subconsciously.

“Exactly, if everyone else gets two to three hundred catties, but you break a thousand, even if no one challenges you to your face, they'd still doubt the outcome internally. But what if the champion breaks a thousand catties, the runner-up has eight hundred, and the third place got seven hundred? If it goes down the line like this, doesn't it seem much more reasonable?” the silver coin asked.

“But, as you said, the average food production in this world is within two to three hundred catties. Even with meticulous cultivation, it's rare to exceed three hundred and fifty. Where can you find seeds that yield seven to eight hundred catties…” As Negris spoke, he came to a realization, his eyes lighting up as he turned to look at the silver coin.

Anthony led Cabrela and Radiad, introducing as they walked: “This is Countess Rebinya from Deloge City, and the team she has formed is called the Fat Team.”

“Fat Team? Hello, it's a pleasure to see you again, Countess Rebinya.” After pausing, Cabrela said with a smile, “I visited Deloge City when you were a child, and now you have grown into an elegant young lady.”

“Ah? Really? I don't remember, I am very sorry, Eye of Truth Sir, I am Fat Du-, cough, I am Rebinya.” Rebinya tapped her breastplate, apologizing.

Anthony continued with the introductions: “This is Drov, also from Deloge City, and the team he has formed is called the Sit-in-Row Team.”

“Drov? A descendant of Deloge? Sit-in-Row, Fat Team, why are the names of the teams so peculiar?” Cabrela asked, puzzled.

Anthony quickly explained: “To avoid repeating names, the stranger the name, the less likely it will be duplicated.”

That's one reason, but was it really necessary to consider this at the very first food crop competition?

Before he could ponder further, Anthony carried on: “This is the Full-and-Bloating Team from the Steel Bone Area, oh, Steel Bone Area is a human settlement within the Undead line, and this is Seris.”

Seris curtsied gracefully, every move she made carried a professional beauty, like a light-footed dancing elf.

Radiad looked curiously at Anthony: “From a settlement within the Undead line? You don't mind?”

In Radiad's perception, wasn't the Church of Light very opposed to the Undead? Coming from within the Undead line, clearly entwined with the Undead, Anthony was allowing them to participate? Was this still the extreme Church of Light?

Anthony said with a smile, “Under the Light, there is no darkness.”

Radiad's face showed a thoughtful expression.

The Negris reflecting on Ange was already cursing under his breath, “This Death God's Staff, always bluffing people.”

Feiti asked, confused, “How is he bluffing? I think Lord Anthony looks pretty cool, he fooled that magician.”

“Hey, if you master the technique, you can bluff people too. Just say some ambiguous things that can be interpreted in any way. That way, you can easily fool someone.”

“For example, the phrase 'Under the Light, there is no darkness' could mean 'We don't care about the Undead, because under the might of the Light, there are no Undead,' or it could mean 'The Light has already illuminated, this is now a person of the Light,' It's open to interpretation, it just depends on how others understand it,” Negris explained.

Feiti had a revelation: “I see, no wonder all those priests, bishops, and saintesses speak in such mystifying ways, I usually can't be bothered to listen, I just skip it and kill them off.”

“…Meeting you is their bad luck,” Negris said frustratedly. With Flash Feiti, few had the chance to speak before being defeated, offering no opportunity to bluff.

“This is the Fire Dragon Fruit Team from Molten Heart, and this is Aesani the Arcanist,” Anthony introduced.

Cabrela frowned and looked at Aesani, sizing her up and down before asking, “Molten Heart Aesani? Isn't there something off with her age? Wasn't she over a hundred years old?”

With a calm and collected smile, Aesani responded, “That was my grandmother, I have inherited her title. I am Molten Heart Aesani the Second.”

Cabrela, still hesitant, said, “Even if you are her granddaughter, the age still doesn't add up, does it?”

Aesani laughed and said, “For that, I must thank the skincare products of your esteemed alliance, which allow me to maintain such good care of myself.”

With an awkward laugh, Cabrela walked away. The skincare products sold by the Sorcerer Alliance had become the flagship product of the Alliance, with terrifyingly high sales and profits.

But Cabrela knew very well what was really going on, those products weren't theirs at all, but produced by the Church of Light and resold through Monica's hands; the Sorcerer Alliance couldn't even be considered a distributor, merely a brand partner providing a credibility endorsement.

Why don't they expose the Church of Light's goods, knowing full well they come from there? Because it's profitable, after all. Even just by providing a guarantee of credibility, the Sorcerer Alliance was making a killing.

Moreover, the female magicians of the Sorcerer Alliance had become loyal users of these products, including Cabrela's daughter. If he dared to seize those goods, those women would be the first ones to tear his house down.

After a round of introductions, Anthony finished introducing the last team, the Salted Fish Team, before saying, “Alright, I leave these teams in your care now. They are weary from their travels, so please take good care of them and don't overexert them.”

Cabrela sized up Anthony again, unable to fathom what was happening, so he simply asked candidly, “Are you really so willing to hand over the organization rights of the tournament just like that?”

Anthony nonchalantly said, “What's the big deal? We trust your management, and we aren't scared you'll mess up the tournament, are we?”

Full of doubts, but since his Eye of Truth couldn't see through any deceit, Cabrela had no choice but to accept the task of hosting the contestants, gaining some measure of control in the process.

After Anthony had left, Radiad leaned over and asked apprehensively, “Why do I feel a bit unsure? This all seems too smooth.”

Cabrela replied with a bitter smile, “So do I, but my Eye of Truth can't detect any falsehoods. Although we agreed to share responsibility for different tasks, the most important aspect of a tournament like this is the contestants. He's entrusted us with hosting the contestants. What could possibly go wrong?”

Radiad speculated, “Could there be some fraud going on with the contestants?”

“I don't think so. I recognize many of the competing teams, like those two teams from Deloge City, I know them, and that Aesani, the Molten Heart, she looks almost exactly like her grandmother, whom I've seen in a magic portrait,” Cabrela said.

The Molten Heart Aesani was an Arcanist, a level of mage that the Sorcerer Alliance would surely have in its records. Cabrela had a clear image of her.

“Then it's likely they already have a surefire confidence to win, which is why they're not concerned about entrusting us with the contestants,” Radiad said.

“What kind of surefire confidence? High-yield crops, perhaps? But how high would the yield need to be to ensure a sure win?” Cabrela also thought along the same lines.

Radiad said, “Currently, the yield of crops per acre on the surface is about two to three hundred jin. If it doubles, they might feel they have a surefire confidence.”

“Heh, if that's the case, they've miscalculated. The highest yield crop is with us. The space in the Void is too limited, so we've always strived to improve the yield per unit of planting. If we were to plant our crops on the surface, we could easily reach eight to nine hundred jin per acre. I hope we don't frighten them too much,” laughed Cabrela.

“Indeed, they might be thinking traditionally, that higher yields on the surface will guarantee victory. Let them see our Void crops, but our crops have adapted to the environment of the Void; they might need some modification to grow on the surface. I'll go back and make some adjustments,” said Radiad.

Upon returning to the Starburst Array, Radiad didn't linger and instead used the Teleportation Array to transport himself to an unfamiliar space, a barren space with nothing in it, except for a cluster of withered plants in the center.

They were plants that resembled agave, tall and large, with leaves that curved inward from their supports, dry and shriveled as if dead. Yet, a divine light emanated from between the leaves.

The moment Radiad stepped out from the Teleportation Array, the withered plants suddenly blossomed, revealing a ball of divine light within, and at the same time, a voice echoed through the space, “On you lingers a hint of another scent.”

Chapter end

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