Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1344

Chapter 1344: Chapter 905: Then haven't you touched it in more than 30,000 years? Chapter 1344: Chapter 905: Then haven't you touched it in more than 30,000 years? Anthony stepped out from the Merchant Association in Bayley City, his hands clutching a thick stack of documents filled with information on elite individuals from various countries.

Although there were Mercenary Guilds and Thieves Guilds in the city where one could buy intelligence, most people were unaware that the most complete intelligence system actually belonged to the Merchant Association.

Incomplete intelligence from the Mercenary Guilds and Thieves Guilds might, at worst, cost lives, but incomplete intelligence for a merchant could lead to financial losses.

Intelligence was the core competitive advantage for merchants, as business is all about buying high and selling low. Of course, connections were also indispensable. Therefore, the Commerce Guild habitually collected information on elite individuals from all nations but seldom sold it.

However, seldom didn't mean never. If someone had a knife to their throat, followed by a bone stick being incessantly knocked against them, startling them each time, they would be willing to sell.

“Is that considered selling? Is that selling? You clearly robbed him!” Adams couldn't hold back his disdain for such shamelessness.

“I paid him, one Gold Coin placed on his desk,” Anthony replied casually as he flipped through the documents in his hand.

He had run into Sava and Vania in the slums affected by the Starburst Array. They were in dire straits, but even in their original world, they hadn't fared much better.

If it hadn't been for meeting Ange, the most likely fate of that bankrupt pharmacist would have been to starve to death or rely on Vania for support.

But aside from these unfortunate ones, the others were all outstanding individuals. They could excel in any environment. Take Lisa, for instance. She was a talented administrator who could easily manage a country on her own; it was unlikely that she would be overlooked.

Following the list, he quickly found a name, Vice-Chairman of the Goddess of Beauty Association–Lisa Roland.

The name hadn't changed, only the surname had, since one couldn't choose the family they were reborn into. But why was she the vice-chairman?

Because the chairman was her granddaughter. She was ninety-five years old this year and had retired.

…
Lisa's memory recovery went quite smoothly. Anthony crept in quietly and just needed to poke her forehead.

“Lord Anthony? What brings you here?” Lisa asked in surprise, then glanced at her wrinkled hands and immediately used the Face Purification Technique, rubbing her face.

“I need your help. The faith has collapsed,” Anthony explained the current situation.

Lisa opened her palm, and her face had regained its youthful appearance: “I am at your service, my Lord. Over the years, I've built a wealth Goddess of Beauty Association; it should be able to help.”

Anthony couldn't help but want to retort, “Help is an understatement. Your Goddess of Beauty Association is nearly richer than the Magician's Guild. It's a good thing you've kept a low profile; otherwise, you would have been robbed long ago. Your security forces are too weak; I came in here with ease.”

Lisa explained awkwardly, “It's mainly because I've retired, right? All the security forces have been assigned to my granddaughter.”

“Even if all the guards have been reassigned to your granddaughter, the defense in your home shouldn't be this weak. I've been in here for so long and no one has come to check,” Anthony commented.

Lisa, at a loss for words, quickly changed the subject, “I'll… I'll call in Feilin.”

“Feilin? Feilin is here too?” Anthony expressed his surprise.

It was quite a coincidence, after all. Being reborn, no one could decide where they would end up, unless they were like him, with his memory intact from his intervention by Ange.

Lisa pulled on one of the two ropes beside her bed, and soon an old man pushed the door open and entered.

Seeing Lisa and Anthony, his face changed dramatically as he straightened his hunched back. Magic Power surged through his body as he said sternly, “Who are you? Where is my wife? Don't harm her, or else you'll be making an enemy of our Goddess of Beauty Association. I'll chase you down even to the ends of the earth to bring you and those behind you to justice.”

“Ugh, so fierce–is this really the 'nice guy' Feilin? Why so fierce?”

“Feilin, it's me, Lisa.” No matter how much Lisa coaxed and pleaded, she couldn't convince Feilin to believe that the plump young woman before him was his wife. After all, the world of magic was full of ways to impersonate someone else.

It was Anthony who finally stepped in, placing a finger on Feilin's forehead.

With channels through the Goddess of Beauty Association, Anthony found it much smoother to locate people. He found Tyrone on the tenth day, Brooks on the fifteenth, and Aestolia on the twenty-first–their team was managing to find someone every five or six days.

Such efficiency was quite high, and as the manpower grew, the pace would only quicken.

So, what he now concerned himself with was Negris's group, “No idea what's happening on Nage's end, how many they've found. If we don't have enough hands in three months, it will seriously undermine the miracle's effect.”

The miracle of destroying with a Starburst Array and reshaping the faith of the Church of Light was a fixed plan. However, to utilize the miracle's effect, thorough preparation was essential. Otherwise, once the Starburst Array was activated, if everyone just said, “Look, a shooting star–”
To avoid attention being stolen by such events as a meteor, thorough preparation was indeed crucial.

The Negris group, which Anthony was thinking about, was currently on a ship, swaying on their way to an island.

“Isn't this just a deserted island? What good could possibly happen here? It's just full of bird poo… Well, for Ange, that's actually a good thing, but you don't think that's why this feels like a good thing, do you?” Negris asked.

Shamara shook her head, “I don't know. You asked me where there might be something good, and showed me the map to poke at. I just pointed here randomly–I really don't know what good could be here.”

“Could your predictive ability have failed? We should've used Anthony's method to search. Well, now that we're here, let's go up and take a look,” Negris said with resignation.

Soon, everyone made it to the island, and from a higher viewpoint, Negris's heart chilled. The entire island was visible at a glance, not a blade of grass, just covered in thick bird droppings. Seabirds occupied every perchable spot on the island.

“What good can there be here? It's all bird poop and birds, not a single person. We're supposed to be finding former companions, not birds. Did any of our old friends turn into birds? Or maybe someone reincarnated as a bird?” Negris complained irritably.

Shamara said embarrassingly, “Maybe it really is malfunctioning.”

Just then, the seabirds on the island took flight as if frightened by something, and a chain reaction followed, with all of them flying up.

A black spot appeared out of nowhere, claws flashing and leaving afterimages, clattering the seabirds down in heaps.

Negris exclaimed, “Big Cat?”

Big Cat, as if hearing Negris's voice, turned its head sharply, eyes bulging when it saw Negris, dropped the birds it had struck down, and came bounding over.

Running, running, then poof–its form disappeared and reappeared right in front of Negris, knocking him to the ground.

Buried by Big Cat, Negris was reverted to his original form, looking at his Yellow Mud Book body, Big Cat licked it curiously and immediately spat it out with disdain.

Then it looked around and dove into Shamara's embrace.

“Stop rummaging, you horny cat! What are you searching for? Don't ruin my underwear,” Shamara tried to disentangle Big Cat that was hastily pawing at her.

Deciding on a form, Negris said in irritation, “It's searching for Elf Beans. This damn cat isn't reborn; it remembers us. Big Cat, don't tell me you stayed here like Little Bone did? You haven't touched Elf Beans in over thirty thousand years, have you?”

Big Cat poked its head out from Shamara's embrace, eyes brimming with tears, looking pitifully at Negris and whimpering, “Meow~”

Chapter end

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