Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1357

Chapter 1357: Chapter 918 Your equipment has been requisitioned Chapter 1357: Chapter 918 Your equipment has been requisitioned Ange could no longer sense Little Ghost unless his consciousness returned to his main body. However, returning to his main body didn't necessarily mean he could survive, and even if he wanted to use the Spatial Slingshot again, it would take a long time and he might not return to the same body.

Therefore, Ange decided to visit the so-called Friel Royal Astronomical Institute and use the Stargazing Mirror to see if Little Ghost had followed him.

“You, stay here, Plant Trees,” Ange said to Wrench.

“Ah? Do I have to? I want to go too, and I don't even know how to plant trees. I would kill the trees,” Wrench said, as if he had been struck by a bolt from the blue. Did Ange really want to leave him here alone?

“I'll teach you. Just follow the instructions and you'll be fine,” Ange unfolded a piece of paper, densely filled with 675 instructions which made Wrench dizzy just looking at them.

“It's too difficult, too difficult. I've always been poor at studying. I get dizzy from looking at so many words. You should leave it to a Mechanical Construct, otherwise if the trees die, that would be bad,” Wrench said, waving his hands repeatedly.

Nagi snickered from the side and quickly said, “Let me do it, teach me. I love planting trees.”

Ange shook his head, “You, lead the way.”

Nagi had to lead the way, otherwise Ange and the Monarch had no way to enter human society, where one was a Mechanical Construct and the other a skeleton. Although they could hide inside a logging mechanical body, it was inconvenient to travel without someone to guide them.

“Then I'll bring two people over, dead people, Undead, who can offer up a Soul Contract,” Nagi said.

Once it was clear Nagi was talking about Witches, Ange nodded.

But as Nagi left to fetch the people, Wrench came over and asked quietly, “What were you laughing at just now? Is there any benefit to planting trees?”

Nagi gave him a 'are you stupid?' look and replied, “Do you know what that paper boss just gave you is?”

Wrench shook his head, puzzled, “Isn't it the steps for planting trees?”

Nagi laughed again, “Let me translate for you. That paper is called 'Chaotic Stone Planting Secret Technique.' Currently, no one in the entire Empire can grow a living Chaos Tree. The boss has not only grown one but also produced Chaos Stones. Now he wants to teach you this secret technique, and you're saying you don't want to learn?”

“Do you know how much a living Chaos Tree goes for outside? Ten million Demon Crystals. But compared to the Chaotic Stone Planting Secret Technique, the seedlings are nothing. You're refusing such a great opportunity?” Nagi rolled his eyes.

As a businessman, Nagi shouldn't have been so bluntly emotional, but Wrench's approach was astonishing, like someone putting money into his pocket while he threw away both pocket and clothes.

“But, we've grown Chaos Stones here before without this secret technique,” Wrench mumbled.

“Ha–do you call that planting trees? You're merely managing the planting constructs. You don't know where the seeds come from, how the Chaos Trees behave, what the composition of the fertilizer is. The planting constructs are better at planting than you,” Nagi scoffed.

Nagi left in a hurry and quickly returned with two timid Witch Demons, skinny and small, eyes full of panic, clinging closely behind Nagi, matching his every step.

Upon reaching the warehouse, they saw Wrench clutching Ange's thigh, wailing, “Lord, I know I was wrong. Give me another chance. I'll study diligently. I'm willing to plant trees. Starting today, my name is not Wrench; call me Hoe.”

Seeing Nagi return, the monarch, who was watching a play, picked up a hoe and threw him out, then turned to the two witch demons and surveyed them, asking, “Are they willing to plant trees here? It's quite boring, can they endure it?”

“Of course, they can. The place where they used to hide was even more boring than this–here at least they can see the sunlight.” Nagi quickly said, pushing them as he spoke.

The two witch demons timidly exchanged glances, then mustered their courage and said, “We… we are willing to plant trees.”

“Then go ahead, offer your souls and recite the invocation above.” The monarch flicked his fingers, and two soul flames floated in front of the two witch demons, transferring some information into their minds.

This kind of undead creature, unaware of what a Soul Oath even is, needs to be taught hands-on how to offer their souls. Of course, the monarch could also engrave it forcefully, but that would be too brute.

Having offered their souls, the monarch waved his hand to dismiss them, then turned to Nagi and asked, “What's the situation? What's their connection to you?”

“My great-grandmother was also undead. After the undead were persecuted, she sheltered many witch zombie spirits. However, my great-grandmother didn't know how to settle them permanently. Temporary arrangements were possible, but not forever. So she encouraged everyone to find their own way out. I went back and mentioned that a powerful undead wanted to take in subjects, and they volunteered to come,” Nagi explained.

Indeed, it was a very realistic problem. Without power, sheltering a large number of undead creatures is troublesome, as it means you must protect them forever, since the undead do not die.

But eternal protection isn't that easy. Even raising a big cat requires feeding it elf beans from time to time, let alone a bunch of mentally sound witch zombie spirits, who could easily go mad if cooped up all the time.

The monarch had established a world dominated by undead creatures, letting everyone find their own amusement without involving in random killings or enslavement, and then he would not interfere.

However, the undead here were being persecuted, hiding here and there. A year or two was bearable, but the thought of it possibly lasting forever was too much for many.

Nagi's great-grandmother, obviously, couldn't solve this issue either and could only encourage everyone to find their own way out.

Of course, that's the kind way. If not kindly, there are many more solutions.

“Your grandmother is a good person,” the monarch nodded in approval of Nagi's great-grandmother–an acknowledgment from the king of all undead from the Void.

Wrench finally got Ange's agreement through connections, allowing him to stay and plant trees. After arranging everything, Ange chopped a bundle of Chaos Tree branches, planning to carry them with him and try to plant them wherever suitable.

“If only I had space,” Ange sighed, recalling his own Dimensional Space. Failing that, the Resting Camp would also do. He could just reach in and plant something. If all else failed, even a Spatial Bag would be better than carrying branches on his back.

When Nagi heard Ange's muttering, he misunderstood and said, “Does the boss want a space ornament? Then let's head to a major city to look. With some luck, we might find one for sale. A space ornament of five cubic feet costs just a thousand Demon Crystals.”

Five cubic feet? Ange gestured with his hands, realizing it was smaller than the pit he had originally dug in the Resting Camp to raise bugs.

Once ready, the monarch and Nagi entered the Mechanical Construct for logging. Ange donned his cloak, opened the portal, and transported first to Foehn Wind Town, then jumped to Friel Kingdom City.

In the wilderness, one cannot teleport directly to the Royal City. It had to be done from a registered and legally compliant portal within the borders of the Friel Empire to reach the Royal City, otherwise, it counted as illegal teleporting.

Such illegal teleporting, like unauthorized flying in the Royal City, was illegal and severely dealt with. Who knows if your portal opening might release a swarm of enemy troops.

However, unexpectedly, as soon as the three stepped out of the portal, they immediately heard a surprised voice, “Huh, logging Mechanical Constructs? Two of them? Excellent, you two operating those constructs, your constructs have been requisitioned.”

Chapter end

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