Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1044

Chapter 1044: Chapter 611: The Starburst Array Belongs to You Now Chapter 1044: Chapter 611: The Starburst Array Belongs to You Now Ange cocked his head in confusion. The other party had said, “If it's not more than two thousand catties, you'll definitely lose,” and Negris also mentioned not to have too much, lest others become suspicious. So he just had to control it to a little over two thousand catties, right? What's wrong with that?

However, Ange realized he might have been tricked. The other party hadn't even reached two thousand; they only had a yield of fifteen hundred catties. He actually only needed to produce sixteen hundred catties to win.

He had been deceived and was angry.

Seeing Ange's expression, Negris knew what he was thinking: “Hahaha, you feel wronged? It would have been fine if you had a few hundred or even a few dozen more than two thousand, but you just had to win by a single catty, making others think you're mocking him.”

Nobody paid attention to their expressions, as the entire venue had already erupted into excitement.

“Two thousand and one catties? Is this figure for real? Can crops really yield so much?”

“Impossible, right? How could it be? In my hometown, we roughly get about one hundred and fifty to two hundred catties per field. This is ten times that!”

“Forget two thousand catties; I don't even believe those with a thousand catties. Just casually getting over a thousand catties, those three who clearly don't know anything about farming, how could they possibly harvest this much? They must be swindlers.”

“Watch your words. I'm not sure about the others, but one of them is from the Sorcerer Alliance, one of the twelve United Sorcerers, God Mage Lord Radiad. If he hears what you're saying, be careful he doesn't plant you in the ground.”

“Er… That lord is a God Mage? I saw him paying his respects to the phantom on the stele earlier. Who is that person on the stele?”

“Whoever it is, they're definitely important people. They have no need to deceive. Does that mean all these yields are real?!”

Everyone couldn't help but get excited. If these yields were true, that would be even more shocking than the God Mages lying.

“Two thousand catties, forget two thousand– even if it were only a thousand, these seeds are treasures. They could make the land of my home produce three to four times as much. Oh my god, I'm going to be rich!”

“Woo– Getting rich is one thing, but with such high yields, my family wouldn't have starved to death twenty years ago.”

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The venue had spiraled into chaos, but fortunately, Thunder was experienced and immediately conjured a display of flashing lightning and thunderous sound effects to suppress the turmoil. Its voice boomed throughout the venue:
“Ladies and gentlemen, the crop yield competition has come to a successful conclusion. Please exit the venue in an orderly fashion, do not push, do not rush, Swordsmen and Mages, please give way to the ordinary folks around you. The jerk on the left, stop pushing or I'll throw you out!”

“If you're interested in the seeds, please contact the official commerce guild of this competition. They will inform you of the different collaboration methods for each type of seed. Please line up outside the venue. Thank you for your cooperation. The jerk on the right, stop squeezing or I'll throw you out!”

With Thunder guiding and threatening at the same time, the crowd barely managed to keep in order, slowly dispersing and leaving the Commerce Guild security members to quietly wipe away a sweat of relief.

If the first Crop Yield Competition ended with people getting trampled to death, future competitions would be out of the question.

For the remaining contestants, there were designated people to attend to them. Major commerce guilds and powers had already made preparations, swarming the contestant area, offering big sums of money to recruit the participants with high-yield crops.

“Full from eating! Full from eating!” someone shouted loudly.

Seris turned her head with an annoyed glare, “Who's saying I'm so full I'm bored… oh, calling me? Sorry, sorry, hello, hello. I am the one who is so full… so full I'm bored, Team Seris.”

Seris awkwardly announced the name of the team, internally grumbling about who came up with that name.

“Miss Seris, may I inquire if we could allow Mara Harrow Commerce Guild to represent your grain variety? Please do sign a contract with us. We'll do our utmost to meet your needs, ouch…”

The Mara Harrow Commerce Guild was cut off before they could finish, elbowed aside by someone else, “Sign with me, sign with me, Miss Seris, please sign with our guild, we are the 'Eat an Extra Couple of Pounds' Commerce Guild…”

After going around in circles, and with few normal names to be heard, Seris forced a smile, “Sorry, sorry, we've already signed a contract. Our grain variety is represented by the Silver Chamber of Commerce.”

“Oh, damn the Silver Chamber of Commerce, they snagged them all. No, we must strive for the rights to the next cycle of the Grain Variety Competition,” amidst the lamentations, the more farsighted guilds were already planning for the next cycle.

The Girl Silk Team, on the other hand, hadn't signed a contract. But after hearing nobody call out for them, one burly Minotaur aunt from the team couldn't help but step forward, “The Girl Silk Team hasn't signed a contract yet.”

The guilds didn't respond to her and hustled away, leaving behind whoever was slow. The slowpoke got grabbed by the Minotaur aunt, who asked, bewildered, “We haven't signed a contract yet. Don't you want me?”

The guildsman said, “You were lucky to even make it to the finals. Your yield was only three hundred and fifty catties per mu, and that's only because it was grown on soil prepared by a master. Our Commerce Guild's own grains are just as good as yours. What's there to sign?”

The Minotaur aunt let go of the person dejectedly; however, thankfully, the organizers were wealthy and generous, giving a reward of a thousand Demon Crystals to each finalist, along with reimbursing travel expenses. It was enough to soothe the wounded souls.

The commotion at the sidelines did not disturb the happenings within the ring. As soon as the competition ended, the ethereal figure on the stele drifted over with Radiad, starting with a greeting that shook the heavens, “Hello, Undead God. My name is Negris, and they call me the Lord of Annihilation.”

“Pfft–” Negris nearly leaped out of Ange's body in shock upon hearing the Lord of Annihilation introduce himself with his name: If you're called Negris, what am I called?! No, that's not right, how does he know that Ange is the Undead God?

Ange cocked his head.

The Lord of Annihilation smiled faintly, asking, “I hear you've acquired the Mourning Skeleton. Does that mean our deal can proceed?”

Negris could no longer restrain himself, blurting out, “What do you want the Mourning Skeleton for?”

Radiad retorted, “We're buying something. Do you need also to dictate how we use it?”

The Lord of Annihilation waved his hand, stopping Radiad's retort, and said with a smile, “You see my current predicament, right? Just like you, I need a body that can withstand my power, that's all.”

“That simple?”

“That simple. Once the deal is done, you can take over the Starburst Array. We're already prepared for evacuation. Hand over the Mourning Skeleton, the Starburst Array will then belong to you,” the Lord of Annihilation said politely.

Negris had already discussed handing over the Mourning Skeleton, so it wasn't right to change the agreement now. Nevertheless, he still asked persistently, “You're called Negris, which sounds a lot like a name from the Dragon Clan. Are you from the Dragon Clan?”

The God of Annihilation smiled and shook his head, “I am not from the Dragon Clan. Have you heard this name before?”

PS: It's my birthday today and I almost didn't make it because of the big meal.

Chapter end

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