Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1071

Chapter 1071: Chapter 636: Can Room and Board Be Included? Chapter 1071: Chapter 636: Can Room and Board Be Included? “Delicious! So delicious! This is simply the food of the gods,” Macor exclaimed as he clutched a beetroot and gnawed at it, tears streaming down his face with juice spilling everywhere.

The other three goblins behaved similarly, practically burying their faces in the beetroot.

To meet the needs of different individuals, Ange cultivated several types of beets with varying advantages. The first type was the normal beet, which after harvesting, was piled in Breathing Soil to age and dry, resulting in beetroot that was double in sweetness.

This type of dried beet provided a quick energy boost capable of empowering a Sword Saint to break through their limits in a short time.

The second type was the fast-growing beet, mainly for consuming its leaves. As long as the root was not pulled out, the leaves could be cut and would grow back, allowing for repeated harvesting over an extended period.

However, the roots of these fast-growing beets were inedible, containing too much fiber and only suitable for feeding to cattle–that is, the kind the Minotaurs had.

The third type was specifically for eating the root, also known as the fruit beet. Its leaves could be harvested when the sixth leaf appeared, at which point the root was at its sweetest, crispest, and juiciest, tasting like fruit, sweeter than a first love.

The fourth type was bred specifically for brewing alcohol, with an exceptionally high sugar content but not a very good taste.

With just beetroots coming in so many varieties, if these goblins encountered fruits and grains with even greater diversity, such as green dates, wouldn't they cry to death?

Negris scoffed, “Do you have to be that dramatic? Haven't you ever eaten beetroots before?”

Macor and the others lifted their heads, looked at each other, and shook their heads in unison.

“Never eaten beetroots? What about lettuce? Leafy vegetables? Melons? Green dates?” Negris continued listing names.

For someone who has fruit every day, it's hard to understand what it means to yearn desperately, Negris merely mentioned them, and the goblins couldn't help but swallow their saliva before shaking their heads collectively.

“Lord Little Yellow Book, I've only heard of those, never seen any,” one of the goblins said with an embarrassed smile.

Macor immediately taunted, “You're bragging, huh? Are you saying you've heard of all those? Have you ever heard of green dates?”

The goblin shamefully lowered his head.

“Alright, alright, you're the cunning one. You just want a taste, don't you?” Negris saw through Macor's little scheme at a glance and flew to the farm to pick a few fresh green dates.

The four goblins held a beetroot in one hand and clutched a green date in the other, and as they chewed, tears welled up in their eyes.

“Their situation is even more dire than the Sorcerer Alliance. At least the alliance has seen fresh fruits and is satisfied with nutritional cakes, but they can't even ensure an adequate food supply. Their usual food is a type of algae sludge, extremely unpalatable, like eating grass,”
“Oh, they eat grass normally as well, which is even more unpalatable, tasting similar to the algae sludge but too tough to chew, leading to days where they can't relieve themselves after consumption.”

“According to what they say, they have lived on airships and in the Divine Country since they were born, spending more time on airships and less in the Divine Country. There, a variety of plants are cultivated but mostly provided to the noble lords, and they have little chance to even see them.”

“Their lives have always been like this, since their ancestors. At least according to Macor, from his twenty-third generation of ancestors, they've lived this way, drifting through the Void with the Divine Country.”

“He even thought that everyone lived the same way and asked us where our Divine Country was, why we had so many fresh crops, and if we could sell some to them.”

Hearing this, Ange cocked his head to the side.

“What are you cocking your head for?” Negris asked. It usually understood Ange's body language perfectly. As a translator, it had become so familiar with translating Ange's gestures that Ange was speaking less and less. But this head tilt had it stumped.

Ange said, “Sell it to them.”

“What nonsense are you spouting? Don't mess around. Remember what we're here to do–uh, what are we here to do again? Oh yeah, snatch bodies, snatch the Serpent of Misfortune's body. It was you who said that the Serpent of Misfortune could transform into the complete form of the Dragon God,” Negris almost forgot what the main task was.

Ange scratched his head, troubled, “I'm thinking about silver coins.”

Negris was taken aback, “Out of the blue, you're thinking about silver coins? Pfft, because I don't let you sell things willy-nilly, now you're thinking about silver coins? You heartless corpse.”

Ange shrugged, “I'm saying, sell the silver coins, no need to bother.”

“You mean to say, you just move your mouth, and the silver coins will go off to sell things, without any trouble for you? And since I won't go sell, and only scold you, you're thinking about silver coins?” Negris said with a chilling tone.

Ange nodded.

“Argh!!! You dead skull, let me out and I'll smash your head in!” Negris was so angry it wanted to leap out and attack someone.

But after cooling down, it realized that it missed Anthony too. If Anthony were here, it wouldn't have to headache over making plans.

“What do we do now?” Negris asked painfully, “After asking so many questions, none of it helps with 'snatching bodies.' We can't even find out what's trying to snatch the Serpent of Misfortune's body.”

Because in the eyes of these Goblins, that was their god. But what exactly their god was, no one could articulate clearly.

“No one has seen the god, ah. He's in the Divine Realm, or maybe he is the Divine Realm. There are blue skies, white clouds, mountains and seas, green grasses and trees in the Divine Realm. We get to rest there for one month every year; the rest of the time, we can only stay on the airship,” Macor said.

Negris muttered to itself, “Is this really the Divine Realm? It sounds even bigger than Heaven's Fortress, could it be a whole plane? A plane on the run? Can it be that magical?”

“Whatever, since I'm out of good ideas, let them think of something.” Negris turned to Macor and the others, saying:
“You guys come up with a plan. We need to sneak into the Divine Realm covertly. If you come up with something, I'll set you free. If not, it'll be a hundred cuts before you're killed. Choose. Be quick, only one of you needs to come up with the plan, and whoever does will be the one set free,”
All four Goblins looked at each other, and Macor tentatively asked, “We don't need to be let go, but could you take us with you? Is room and board included?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, all expenses covered, and if possible, serve up those steamed bear paws, roast lamb, and fried mushrooms you mentioned, is that okay?” another Goblin asked, hopeful.

Negris was taken aback again, “That fast, huh? You're not even going to think it over? You have no devotion to your god at all.”

Macor curled his lip, “What's the use of devotion? We're never full, always gnawing on dried algae, never even tasted beets. If it weren't for what you've given us, we would never have had a full meal in our lives, let alone tasted such delicious green dates. Please, take us with you, we'll follow you.”

Seeing that the Goblins weren't joking, Negris had no choice but to say, “I can take you with me, and all expenses covered is fine, but how are you going to get us into your Divine Realm?”

Chapter end

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