Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1161

Chapter 1161: Chapter 725: Reaching Out to Grab Little Angel Chapter 1161: Chapter 725: Reaching Out to Grab Little Angel Anthony smiled and said, “Goddess of Beauty Fist is only for enemies and our own, are you an enemy or are you one of us?”

“One of us, one of us, I'm a devout follower of the Devil King, a genuine one of us,” Pink Hem said, patting her chest.

Anthony ignored the dazzling, tender whiteness. Enchanting Demons are naturally alluring, every move they make is a display of charm, sometimes it's not on purpose–it's just instinct.

“Ha ha, you're already quite charming, no need for the Goddess of Beauty Fist.” Anthony dodged the 'one of us' phrase, his implication being that he didn't consider her one of them.

But the Enchanting Demon's thought process clearly didn't work that way, as she said resentfully, “You're lying. If I really were charming, you wouldn't avoid looking at me.”

“I'm too old,” Anthony said unaffectedly, “I have the spirit, but not the strength.”

Pink Hem relaxed, “So that's what you're worried about, don't worry, I have Blood-consuming Potion, Madness Potion, Stone Sponge Technique…”

“I'm not into females,” Anthony said with an unchanged expression.

Pink Hem felt even more relieved, “Oh, that's why? No problem, I can transform.”

“I'm also an Ascetic monk, enduring and abstaining, unable to engage in relations,” Anthony said.

Pink Hem slapped her hip, “That's even better, ascetic monks are great, their minds are definitely firm. I formally introduce to you our Enchanting Demon's Divine Intercourse stance. Just by increasing compatibility, there's no need for relations, just the entanglement of thoughts to conceive. Even if you are just bones, please let me have your child.”

“It won't work. My faith belongs to my Lord, I can't bond with you, give up,” Anthony responded smoothly, seasoned in handling such situations.

Pink Hem exclaimed in frustration, “You're not a man!”

“How do you know I'm not a person?” Anthony said calmly.

Defeated, Pink Hem stormed out, huffing and puffing.

Turning around, Anthony saw that Ange, Negris, Lightning, Little Angel, Zombie, and Little Demon King had all crowded behind him, craning their necks with a face full of gossip.

Anthony couldn't help but laugh and cry at the spectacle, “Lord, why are you also like this?”

Ange tilted his head, “Curious, you gonna 'ride the dragon'?”

“Pfft–” Negris couldn't help but burst out, shouting, “'Ride the dragon' isn't what you think! Ah, damn, they corrupted Ange. That time I said I was going to ride a dragon, and then he took it literally, it must have been Luther who taught him. I'm going to confiscate all his beets when we get back.”

Anthony instantly understood what 'ride the dragon' implied and shook his head, smiling, “No, the path to the other shore is solitary, a partner would only slow down my gardening.”

Ange may not understand other things, but he immediately got the gardening part and nodded in enlightenment.

Pink Hem, who had left the room, poked her head back in, her face still red with anger, “You better disguise yourselves, there are demons everywhere outside.”

Ange pulled out a scarecrow hat and put it on his head, instantly changing his appearance to look like another human. He twisted the hat again, transforming into an eagle, then into a High-level devil, very much resembling the Lord of Terror's Black Smoke Ring. Evidently, Ange was modeling his transformation on the Black Smoke Ring.

Anthony dug out a thick cloak and threw it on, then took out a bottle of Demon Blood and sprayed some under his armpits and other parts of the cloak, immediately emitting a strong demon scent.

Negris smelled the familiar scent, astonished, “The blood of the Black Smoke Ring? Did you chop him?”

“How could that be, I bought it. After the Black Smoke Ring gave up on the fertile land, my lord stopped paying attention to it. So, it lost most of the team benefits and became as poor as a ghost. It had no choice but to sell his blood. Durken's alchemy needs demon blood. He often buys some, and I borrowed it from Old Du,” Anthony said.

“Borrowing? You don't plan on returning it, so how can it be called borrowing? It's clearly robbery,” Negris said with Schadenfreude.

Of course, the one delighted was Black Smoke Ring. Back then, it resisted the task regarding the fertile land. Now, its retribution had arrived, excluded from the team's benefits.

The Little Zombie was also wearing a cloak sprayed with demon blood, but the Little Angel refused to spray demon blood, wearing only a cloak. The Little Fat Dragon wore a cloak, but it was useless; it had to resort to the old method–a pet collar.

The Little Demon King inherently had demon traits. He just needed to contain his aura.

Now fully disguised, the group left the house and stepped onto the street.

The Pink Hem had already been waiting outside the house. She was very aware of her own position, not daring to engage in any mischief. Even her earlier anger might have been feigned as an excuse to avoid, akin to an escape.

Once everyone had come out, Pink Hem then introduced, “This is the city farthest from the Royal City, Demon Horn City. There's a large information Commerce Guild here. If you want to know who has suddenly become beautiful recently, offering a reward here is the fastest way.”

At this point, Pink Hem suddenly saw Ange tense up, looking into the distance with a poised readiness.

Beside him, Bronze Dragon, prescient, hugged him and quickly persuaded, “It's not Turus, not Turus, just an ordinary Lava Demon. Don't overreact so much. I knew you would do this; I've told you hundreds of times, Turus was killed by you.”

Following Ange's gaze, they saw a Lava Demon slouched beside a stall, eyes closed in meditation, with a frail human female slave managing it. Perhaps sensing that a 'demon' was watching her direction, she hurriedly stood up to bow.

The city was lined on both sides with disorganized, unplanned stalls, almost all following the same pattern: a demon seated like a lord, with one or several human or elf slaves bustling about.

Anthony frowned and commented, “The slaves here seem to have a rather low status.”

Slaves of various races were familiar to Anthony, and being a former human himself did not particularly incline him to feel any special kinship. However, seeing intelligent creatures treated like this still surprised him.

Perhaps sensing his displeasure, Pink Hem hastily defended, “No, no, no, it's just that the slaves of the Blood-colored Abyss have low status. In our Pink Abyss, the slaves live well. They have moss cakes to eat every day, and they even add meat during festivals.”

While speaking, Pink Hem moved her hands behind her back and quietly snapped a silent finger, a small flame flickering between her fingers, evidently ready to implement “living well” right then.

Just then, a series of uniform footsteps approached, a squad of well-trained Demon Soldiers leading several large prison carts, capturing anyone they encountered.

People in front of the stalls, both humans and elves, were stuffed into the prison carts, while demon lords hastened to inquire what was happening.

The Demon Soldiers' uniform response was, “Your slave has been requisitioned.”

The Demon Soldiers approached Ange and his group, first stuffing the frail human who had greeted them into a prison cart. Their gaze swept over Ange's group, and just as they were about to move on, one of the soldiers' eyes landed on Negris.

“Eh? Is that a pet lizard? Should we requisition the lizard?” the Demon Soldier asked.

“Can it talk? If it's sentient, we'll take it. Hey, Yellow Lizard, can you speak?” another Demon Soldier inquired.

Negris blankly widened his eyes and whined a few times.

“Seems like a fool, let's leave it… Wait–” Turning to leave, the Demon Soldier's eyes caught the Little Angel in a cloak, sniffing the air, “Eh, is there a human here? No demon scent, it's a human, right? Your slave has been requisitioned.”

He reached out to grab the Little Angel.

Chapter end

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