Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1212

Chapter 1212: Chapter 776: How Did Little Fat Dragon's Prophet Fail? Chapter 1212: Chapter 776: How Did Little Fat Dragon's Prophet Fail? Ange spotted a serious flaw as soon as he entered: there was no light.

Without light, only crops that don't require much sunlight could be grown.

In the center of the farmland, there was an Illumination Magic Array that could emit light and provide a certain level of illumination when Magic Power was input, just like the one in the Lich Underground City.

This was a very labor-intensive method. If he relied on himself alone to provide the Magic Power, the efficiency of planting would be very low.

The solution to this problem was simple: take out the light orb from the dimensional space.

So after Ange finished studying the crops on the site, making sure they all needed light, he took out the light orb and placed it above the Illumination Magic Array.

Amelia had planted some low-light plants here, but like seaweed without sufficient light, they could not be converted into starch and produce Algae Rice, resulting in a very low yield per acre.

Amelia was dumbstruck, and so was the puppet that was treading the water wheel, dumbstruck as well; they didn't remember ever seeing such intense light here.

“It's like the legendary Ancient Godlight,” muttered the puppet.

Immediately, everyone's gaze turned to the puppet, and Negriss exclaimed in shock, “Alive? Wuga? Are you practicing evil magic?”

Anthony's brows furrowed even tighter as he sternly glared at Amelia, demanding, “What is the meaning of this?”

Amelia was even more confused by the strong reaction, “You… aren't you people of the Undead Ruler?”

“The Undead Ruler doesn't practice evil magic either by sealing a person's soul inside a puppet. And by the way, I am the spokesperson for the God of Balance, weighing the scales of good and evil. It seems I need to seriously assess the weight of good and evil in your soul,” he said gravely.

These people were masters at playing with souls. Ange even possessed two Undead Godhoods, yet none of them had noticed the soul within the puppet at first glance.

The most likely explanation was that the puppet's existence was like Wuga's, sealed within an object, and if the soul was weak, the emanating fluctuations could easily be overlooked.

Ange, who was most likely to notice something off about the puppet, had been immediately drawn to the farmland upon entering the space and hadn't paid attention to whether there was anything unusual about the puppet.

Now that he'd discovered it, Ange's thoughts immediately scanned the puppet.

“Ah! No,” screamed the puppet at the top of her lungs, crouching down with her head in her hands.

Ange's thoughts swept by without lingering, not because he scanned her, but because the puppet's soul fluctuations were so weak, like a flickering candle flame, and his thoughts were like a tempest, easily able to snuff out the candle.

Amelia also quickly cried out, “Don't! Don't hurt her, I'll explain everything you ask, just please don't harm her.”

Anthony and Negriss exchanged looks; this situation did not seem like the work of evil.

“Then explain to us properly, what exactly happened?” Anthony's voice softened, carrying a power that put souls at ease.

“It wasn't me who sealed my teacher's soul; it was an accident that caused it to attach to a puppet. I was scared my teacher would be dealt with by my tribespeople because of the Undead Ruler, so I secretly hid her in my home,” Amelia hastily explained.

Teacher? The puppet's wailing and crouching pose didn't resemble a teacher's.

Anthony motioned to the puppet to come closer and inquired, “Is what Amelia says true? Are you her teacher? Why were you sealed inside a puppet?”

The puppet timidly replied, “Alchemy… an Alchemy failure. I tried to seal the soul of a Little Eye Demon into a puppet, but I never thought it would fail and the magic backlash sealed me inside instead.”

“Pfft–” Despite it being impolite, Negriss couldn't help but burst out laughing, asking, “When you attempted to seal a Little Eye Demon, what level of an Alchemist were you, may I ask?”

The puppet weakly answered, “Master Alchemist.”

“Heh, I thought you might claim to be the King of Alchemy. Even the King of Alchemy would need an incredibly strong soul to possibly do it. Do you realize how high the spiritual power of a Little Eye Demon is?” Negriss scoffed.

The puppet's head drooped even lower, almost crying, “Now I do…”

Little Eye Demons were capable of hosting Ancient Gods' intents. Although not strong in combat, they had immense spiritual power. A human daring to seal it with Alchemy? Durken might not even manage that. This puppet truly knew not what she was doing.

Too bad it was too late to realize; the Alchemy backlash ensnared her in the end, and she no longer had a chance for regret. As time passed, her soul grew weaker and weaker, reaching the brink of natural dissipation.

It was a good thing she cried out when she did; otherwise, Ange's sweeping thoughts might have scattered her soul.

Facing such a pitiable weakling, Negriss felt no joy in ridiculing her and turned away with a snort.

Anthony smiled and said, “Your soul is very fragile and in danger of dissipating at any moment. Do you need soul therapy? It's quite cheap, you know. A small price to strengthen your soul and pull you back from the brink of dissipation.”

Before the puppet could even respond, Amelia's eyes lit up as she excitedly said, “Yes, yes, teacher, they are people from the Undead Ruler, they must be very skilled in soul magic. Let them help you, so you no longer have to worry about never waking up again after you fall asleep.”

The puppet twiddled her fingers, “Although… but… I don't have any money.”

“I do, I do, I have money. What currency do you accept? Gold coins, silver coins, blade coins, shatter coins, demon crystal coins, I have them all,” Amelia exclaimed excitedly, completely forgetting she was still tied up.

Anthony shook his head, “The ones you mentioned are not rare enough, no need for those. Just answer a few questions for me. What are you doing here?”

Anthony had previously surmised that she might be on watch here, but Amelia's response was beyond his expectation.

“Uh, is this your home?” Anthony asked in astonishment.

“Yes, the space of this spatial bubble is fixed right here,” Amelia said.

Anthony exclaimed in surprise, “Your spatial bubble is anchored here? So you're not staying here specifically, but you just saw us passing by and were afraid we would collide with Ancient Gods and get into danger, so you appeared specifically to warn us?”

“Yeah, I was purely trying to be kind. I didn't expect you to be people from the Undead Empire, yet you tied me up. You guys forget… Hmph.”

“Don't try to switch concepts on me. You were tied up because you tried to attack my lord. Later, we'll settle the score for your offense against the Master God. In the planes, offending the Master God can get one sent to the fire execution frame. Here, starting a fire is inconvenient, so we might just as well extract the soul and turn you into a zombie. Sounds good?” Anthony asked.

Amelia's head shook like a rattle-drum.

Anthony inquired further, “Your spatial bubble is here, but just you and a puppet won't suffice to meet your survival needs. Are your people also nearby?”

Amelia shook her head, quickly responding, “No, just me. Only my spatial bubble is here.”

What kind of person was Anthony? A millenniold Godman, and Amelia thought she could deceive him? A truthful answer was one thing, but trying to trick him would activate certain skills.

“Are there other individual spatial bubbles like this one, or is there a massive dimensional space nearby? Your shoulder stiffened; there is a gigantic dimensional space nearby.”

“Do your people live inside? Your shoulder stiffened again; it seems I guessed right. How many do you have? Hundreds of thousands? Tens of thousands? Thousands? Your shoulder stiffened again; there are thousands.”

Anthony said with a smile, making Amelia's complexion paler by the minute.

“So some of the Void Tribe live alone, while others live in groups. This is the spatial bubble where you live alone, normally traveling to and fro through spatial bubbles to exchange goods? It must be a space passage pierced by Bubble Bugs, not a spatial bubble then? You're forcing yourself to relax, looks like I guessed right again.”

Amelia was close to crying out, “Who exactly are you? Can you see through people's souls?”

After being manipulated by Anthony, Amelia dared not lie anymore, obediently answering whatever was asked of her.

Seeing that no more information could be gleaned from her, Anthony finally stopped questioning. He took out three Soul Crystals and threw them to the puppet. Soul Crystals were not only the currency of the Undead Empire but also a form of soul energy.

“Alright, now you may apologize. Apologize sincerely and beg for my lord's forgiveness,” Anthony said.

Amelia nodded her head in a hurry, mumbling her apology, “I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I apologize to you. Please forgive me.”

In fact, she had long realized; the terrifying strength of Ange and his companions far exceeded her knowledge. Initially, she thought her truth magic would at least allow her to escape if she couldn't win, yet she had been pinned down and beaten by Little Angel and Little Zombie.

She had attempted to escape through a space rift, only to be dragged back forcefully when Little Zombie, his arm shimmering with a purple hue, penetrated the rift. Instead of being severed, the edge of the rift was chafed, creating a gap.

Such an arm that could withstand a space rift belonged to a monster, and among this group, it was merely an attendant?

With this realization, she knew she had been wrong.

Perhaps sensing her sincerity, the Lifesaving Rope that bound her loosened and fell away.

“Thank you, thank you. What is this rope? I couldn't use any spatial power when it bound me. Such a miraculous rope,” Amelia asked.

Negriss replied irritably, “You sure are curious. From the start until now, you've asked us three questions: what a 'lamb' is, what a 'tomato' is, and what this 'rope' is.”

As he spoke, he took out a piece of dried lamb meat and a tomato, handing them to Amelia.

He actually had a good impression of this kind woman; she was willing to risk danger to try and stop them, and even allowed them to hide out in her spatial bubble. Truthfully, such kindness was too rare in the cruel Void.

“For me?” Amelia felt Negriss' goodwill, asking with some surprise.

“Yes, you can eat it right away. Try it. We…” Negriss was saying this when Ange suddenly pounced on the Illumination Magic Array, stuffing the light dot into the space and then turning to Big Cat, saying, “Roar!”

Big Cat immediately opened his mouth wide, tearing a space rift, and everyone rushed into the rift, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

Leaving Amelia and the puppet looking at each other perplexedly, murmuring in the suddenly dimmed space, “Wasn't it… supposed to be compensation for me?”

They arrived in the Void, right as Locke let out an excited Soul Howl, “Lord!”

“Is that really you, Locke? How did you end up here? How did Little Fat Dragon's Prophet fail?”

Chapter end

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