Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1330

Chapter 1330: Chapter 891: Do you know about Goblin Silver Coins? Chapter 1330: Chapter 891: Do you know about Goblin Silver Coins? The Silver Ingot Gnome ran wildly on his horse, instinctively avoiding the neatly arranged seedlings ahead, though he was also puzzled why there were seedlings in such a remote wilderness. He knew that taking a detour would slow him down, but the long-standing tribal teachings still compelled him to avoid these seedlings, preferring to risk it rather than daring to tread on them.

“Do not tread on the seedlings, do not burn the fields, do not waste food, or you will die” –a secret doctrine of the Silver Chamber of Commerce.

Silver Ingot scoffed at this statement. He often saw farmers inadvertently stepping on seedlings, and during battles, the burning of fields and houses was all too common, yet he never saw anyone suddenly die because of it.

If one were to say they died of old age decades later, what did that have to do with stepping on seedlings or burning fields?

Despite his disbelief, the education he received over the years subtly changed something; in his urgency, he had no time to think and instinctively circled around them.

Continuing his furious ride, he only took a slight detour, but the sand thieves were now even closer. He could clearly hear the arrogant words of the sand thieves: step over them…
This annoyed Silver Ingot; these sand thieves were indeed targeting him. Had he known earlier, he would not have taken the detour and would have simply stepped over, with the protection of the God of Fraudsters…
Just as he thought this, a series of screams suddenly erupted behind him. Silver Ingot turned back to see a skeleton spring up from the sandy grounds, swinging a bone club, one hit after another, taking them down.

All the wildly galloping sand thieves, along with their warhorses, seemed to sink into the sandy soil, throwing the riders off before they even hit the ground; they were silenced with one strike each.

Silver Ingot was dumbstruck, seemingly unable to comprehend the scene before his eyes, even forgetting to spur his horse; his mount gradually came to a stop.

His two guards were similarly astonished by the scene behind them, and after a long while, one guard murmured, “Is it that summoner from dusk?”

The other guard added, “Such a powerful skeleton; why did the sand thieves suddenly get thrown off? Is there a wizard casting spells? Is the summoner nearby?”

Only in Silver Ingot's mind did the tribal teachings emerge: “Skeletons, seedlings, oh heaven, could the tribal teachings actually be true? Does stepping on seedlings really lead to death?”

Silver Ingot dismounted and walked back, with his two guards hastily following. They soon reached the scene of the battle, and one guard quietly said, “It's the Quicksand Technique; there must be a wizard nearby.”

The Soil Loosening Technique of Little Bone was mistaken for the Quicksand Technique; the effects of the two magic techniques were indeed similar, so the confusion was not surprising.

As the galloping horses stepped onto the loosened soil, they immediately sank down. For now, Little Bone was busy pulling their hooves out of the sand one by one.

Silver Ingot circled around the seedling area and stopped at a distance, shouting loudly, “Lord Summoner, I thank you for your assistance. I am Silver Ingot, the president of the Silver Chamber of Commerce. I am deeply grateful for your help; may I come over?”

He had previously addressed him as 'Sir,' but now he had smoothly switched to calling him 'Lord.'
The Silver Chamber of Commerce? Little Bone cocked his head, the name sounding familiar, so he nodded.

After Silver Ingot approached, he expressed his sincere gratitude again. Little Bone ignored him, busying himself with pulling out the horses and then continued planting his own trees.

Silver Ingot's social skills were undoubtedly exceptional, but the problem was that he was facing Little Bone; no amount of social aptitude was useful here, like making small talk with a skeleton or reading to a Minotaur.

Seeing that Little Bone ignored them and did not drive them away, they reluctantly stepped aside.

Silver Ingot collected some firewood, trying to start a fire, while the two guards returned along the original path to check on their comrades at the previous campsite and retrieve some useful items.

It took a long time for the two guards to return with a cart, shaking their heads from afar toward Silver Ingot.

Silver Ingot sighed in disappointment; that shake of the head meant that the fate of the others in the caravan was mostly ill, the sand thieves were cruel. Silver Ingot had been mentally prepared, but the confirmation still inevitably filled him with sadness.

These were his most loyal guards, who had protected him wholeheartedly even on the desperate escape route, and they had long become like family.

“Have they been buried?” Silver Ingot asked.

The two guards nodded somberly; that was why it had taken them so long.

Silver Ingot nodded solemnly and opened his Space Ornament, taking out two strange Magic Artifacts, one resembling a staff but with many bones hanging on it, and the other resembling a gong, also edged with bones.

Holding the gong in his right hand and the staff in his left, Silver Ingot shook them gently and tapped lightly, then began to sing, “You have ceased to breathe, but you are not yet dead, Soul Flame will breathe on your behalf… Friends and family have left you, yet someone still sings of your deeds, in the endless night and day, calling your soul and memories…”
Silver Ingot's voice was mournful and bleak, like a soul's lament or an ancient call, echoing across the wilderness, soothing sorrowful spirits.

The two mournful guards calmed their emotions and listened intently to Silver Ingot's chant.

Unable to help itself, Little Bone stopped and listened to this familiar ballad.

It had heard the King sing this song, although the lyrics had changed a lot, some words were hummed with the soul, but Silver Ingot was singing with his voice, so it wasn't very effective.

By the time of the first repeat, Little Bone had memorized the beats, and when Silver Ingot sang the second time, it began to hum along with its soul: You have ceased to breathe…
Though Silver Ingot couldn't hear the soul vibrations, having sung the Song of the Departed all his life, he was too familiar with its variations. At that moment, he felt that his song had 'come to life.'
How to describe this feeling? It was probably like the difference between singing solo and suddenly having a harmony, and then he watched as the sand thieves Little Bone had just killed gradually were 'sung to life' by his song, one by one getting up from the ground.

Silver Ingot looked in shock at those rising corpses, then at Little Bone who was gaping, seeming to understand something.

His two guards also looked in shock at Silver Ingot and then at the bodies, seeming to also grasp something.

After completing the entire Song of the Departed, Silver Ingot immediately ordered the two guards, “Go, check the place where everyone was buried, see if there's any change? I hope they aren't getting up like these ones.”

The guards quickly came back to report, “President, the burial mounds are intact, but this has started growing on them.” He handed over a clump of moss.

“This is Cemetery Grass.” Silver Ingot, well-versed and knowledgeable, recognized it at once, which shocked him further. He knew his own capabilities all too well; it would have been impressive enough if he had managed to sing precisely, let alone raise the dead or make Cemetery Grass grow, this surely wasn't his own strength.

The only difference from the memorial services he had conducted before was that there was now a skeleton present. With this in mind, Silver Ingot hurried over and respectfully asked Little Bone, “Lord Summoner, do you know about Goblin Silver Coins?”

Chapter end

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