Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1354

Chapter 1354: Chapter 915: The Pot is Too Big to Catch, Leaving First Chapter 1354: Chapter 915: The Pot is Too Big to Catch, Leaving First In the faith network, it was impossible to lie to the Master God, and Ange immediately saw through Nagi's lie. He spoke with a hint of curiosity, “You said, 'blessed by the Undead,' didn't you?”

“No, no, that's not it. You heard wrong. I said don't touch the Undead, not blessed. You heard wrong,” Nagi quickly denied.

The Monarch noticed something amiss and a voice came from the timber-cutting Mechanical Construct, “What are you afraid of? Is there persecution of the Undead? Take a look at what I am.”

The Monarch emerged from the chest of the timber-cutting Mechanical Construct, revealing his Undead form.

Nagi hesitated, glanced at the Monarch, then looked at Ange and asked, “Are you both Undead?”

The Monarch nodded and asked again, “What fears you? Is there persecution against the Undead?”

Nagi hesitated before responding, “I don't know if there's persecution of the Undead, but there are those who persecute believers of the Undead.”

The situation wasn't complicated. Decades ago, various powers suddenly started spreading rumors that the Undead were creatures from the Void, capable of devouring the souls and consciousness of all living beings. Because souls couldn't return to the Void Origin after death, they became Undead, which would deplete the Void Origin, leading to the destruction of all beings.

Thus, a war that lasted for decades began, aimed at slaughtering the Undead Believers and the Undead. To this day, except for the Divine Light Association, all Undead Believers dare not proclaim their faith or, to put it bluntly, there were hardly any left, as no religious power could withstand the relentless suppression.

Nagi was one of the few believers with a 'historical heritage' because his family had an ancestral Witch, his great-great-great-great…grandmother, who knew no generational bounds.

From a young age, he followed his ancient grandmother, learning all manner of knowledge. The all-knowing and learned ancient grandmother was the object of his worship and an embodiment of the Undead.

So, at the end of the day, Nagi couldn't truly be considered a believer of the Undead but rather a believer in his ancient grandmother.

“Decades ago? Rumors? Even faith wars here start with rumors?” The Monarch couldn't help but mutter to himself.

He had lived long enough, seen far too many filthy tactics. The Church of Light of his time had also used various rumors to attack the Undead.

Take the most typical example: the Undead ate people, consumed souls, and were contagious. Spend too much time with the Undead, and you'd become dry and ugly like them, even lose hair. If it's severe, you'd lose flesh and skin, turning into a skeleton.

Since the Undead didn't need to eat, how could they possibly eat people?

Faced with such tactics, unless one had Anthony's methods, it was very difficult to reverse. Thus, the Monarch chose the simplest solution–kill!

By killing a few batches of those who spread rumors and believed them, the large-scale destruction was greatly reduced. Although it couldn't be completely stopped, at least before the Faith Storm, no power dared to spread rumors, not even the Church of Light.

The Undead were already killing people, so who cared whether they ate people or sucked out souls? In the end, everyone dies–what's that? Contagious? Yes, the Undead Calamity, indeed.

You are allowed to fear me, dread me, but you cannot spread rumors–rumormongers will be put to death.

Unfortunately, here there was no powerful Undead Empire. Under the weight of public opinion, the Undead became the target of everyone's scorn, and the Undead Believers were looked down upon in the streets.

Faced with this familiar situation, both the Monarch and Ange couldn't help but scratch their heads. The Monarch pondered that he currently couldn't attack people and had to find a way to restore his strength.

Ange wondered how Anthony would resolve this matter and whether Anthony could be summoned here. However, what he most wanted to summon at the moment was Negris. With no one to speak for him, he felt very uncomfortable and had to think of words himself.

After some distressing thought, Ange asked, “What brings you here?”

“To acquire second-hand goods. I'm truly a merchant, specializing in the purchase of various second-hand items, new ones too. Fair prices, absolutely no deception,” Nagi hurriedly explained.

Connected through faith, Ange naturally knew he spoke the truth, but this wasn't the answer he sought. After some thought, Ange asked, “How did you know about this place?”

“Some soldiers told me that there's a plantation left by the Divine Light Association here, with automated constructs. They asked if I was interested in purchasing, so I came over,” Nagi replied.

As everyone guessed, the Monarch had laid an early ambush outside.

“You give the money to me, Soldier, what about that?” Ange asked.

This sentence was rather complex. Nagi, who wasn't Negris, had to repeat it several times before he understood and naturally said, “Well, that's too bad then. Things without owners belong to whoever finds them first. You got to them first, so they're yours.”

Ange returned the bag of Demon Crystals to Nagi, saying, “The money, give it to the Soldier, keep it a secret here.”

Nagi blinked and nodded his head.

After the negotiation was complete, Nagi turned to look at the lumbering Mechanical Construct and said, “That… Can I have the Construct back?”

The Monarch floated out reluctantly, muttering, “This Construct is quite fun, very useful for chopping people.” He was interested in the circular saw; the Monarch had tried many methods of cutting people, but he hadn't tried a high-speed rotating circular saw yet.

Nagi scrambled onto the lumbering Mechanical Construct, immediately closed the hatch, activated various protections, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Ange wasn't concerned by his actions; with a connection to the faith network, even if Nagi took back the lumbering Mechanical Construct, it posed no threat to him.

The Monarch, having switched back to his skeletal form, came back and saw the Construct shutting its hatch and turning on its protections. Displeased, he said, “Why shut it? We haven't finished talking.”

Nagi hesitated a moment, then opened the hatch and poked his head out.

If having the Monarch as an Undead caused him to feel an affinity, giving back the lumbering Construct made him start to trust; if there was ill-intent toward him, why would they return a weapon of self-defense?

The Monarch leaned in, asking softly, “Do you really understand what Ange meant?”

“Of course, I understand. You mean you want to hide out here, sell everything that can be sold, give the money to those Soldiers, so they won't get suspicious,” Nagi replied.

The Monarch nodded in approval, “Exactly.”

Nagi asked, “Do we need to bribe the patrol team a bit, to change their route so they don't come this way?”

The Monarch was surprised, “Is that possible? Wouldn't that arouse their suspicion? If we don't bribe them, they might not come at all, but if we do, what if it piques their curiosity and they come by every day?”

Nagi said somewhat helplessly, “Who would be so stupid as to tell them not to come? Patrol routes aren't fixed. I'll find a place nearby, establish a small tavern, invite them to drink for free under the pretext of watching over the business, and have some pretty Maids entertain them. Would they not go?”

“Even if the captain doesn't want to go, the people below won't agree. It's too far to come back here after going to the tavern. Normally, they would skip this place and move directly to the next patrol point. Once it becomes a routine, unless there's a special circumstance, no patrolling Soldiers will pass by here anymore.”

The Monarch listened, flabbergasted, “Are all of your bribes so intricate?”

Nagi spread his hands; this was all basic stuff. How else to run a second-hand business? Bragging about tipping construction site workers to pull out silver-plated magic wires to sell wasn't necessary.

“So, I'll keep five hundred Demon Crystals to build the tavern, the rest will be settled with those Soldiers,” Nagi said.

The Monarch nodded in satisfaction.

“Undead blessings, may your soul rest in peace.” Driving the lumbering Mechanical Construct, Nagi left after spending considerable effort on the arrangements.

He thought he had covered all bases, unable to fail, but a month later when he returned to report, Ange revealed something that greatly startled him.

“Chaos Stone? My God, Chaos Stone? Where did it come from?”

“Planted them.”

“Pffff–Planted? The shrubs outside bore them? You can grow Chaos Stones? The Divine Light Association pulled out, poisoned all the Chaos Trees, not a single living one left? And you've revived so many, even grown Chaos Stones?”

“No, no, this is too much for me to handle; I'm out of here.”

Chapter end

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