Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1380

Chapter 1380: Chapter 941 Smooth Kneeling Down Chapter 1380: Chapter 941 Smooth Kneeling Down When they saw the Undead Summoner, both the Monarch and Ange paused at the same time, and Negris, who knew them well, immediately sensed something was off, whispering, “What did you see?”

Ange, unusually taking the initiative, said, “A scarecrow hat.”

“What? He's wearing a scarecrow hat on his head, isn't that his real appearance?”

“No, that is his real appearance, it seems like he's using the scarecrow hat to hide something,” the Monarch said.

“What could he possibly hide? Isn't being an Undead Summoner already taboo enough? What could he disguise as an Undead Summoner to hide, could it be Divine Power?” Negris asked in astonishment.

What else could be more taboo than the Undead these days? Except for the gods who were just severely crackdown upon.

“You've become smarter, Negri. Is it because the Diminution Halo isn't affecting you now, so your intelligence has returned to normal?” the Monarch said, somewhat surprised.

Actually, he had long noticed that Negris's reactions had become much quicker. The most likely reason was that Negris was a projection here, so the Enlightenment Aura couldn't take effect and transfer his intelligence to someone else.

“No, it's because you are too foolish. I don't need to shield you with wisdom. You're easily deceived by people,” Negris said proudly.

After their usual bickering, a 'person', a 'bird' and a construct arrived in front of the Necromancer.

“This…” Shah didn't know how to start upon seeing this assembly.

The Monarch said, “I heard you were looking for me? What is it?” The Monarch spoke with an imposing tone.

Inevitably, despite Negris's familiarity with him and his curious old man demeanor in front of Ange, he was after all the Undead Ruler, and it was inevitable to be condescending.

Shah, feeling the pressure since he was already at a disadvantage, frowned in dissatisfaction, “Undead Summoner Shah Grumman, I request to 'see' the person in charge of the Resting Cemetery.”

The word 'see' was heavily emphasized.

The Monarch, also sensing his dissatisfaction, nonchalantly replied, “Ugly, didn't see, what's the matter?”

True to his frequent sparring with Negris, with just one sentence, he managed to suppress all of Shah's dissatisfaction. If someone openly admits they are ugly, insisting on 'seeing' them is simply rude.

Seeing Shah's deflated expression, Negris couldn't help laughing inwardly. This Old Immortal, just like Ange, could infuriate someone even when speaking seriously.

“I am a Death Summoner, and I would like to purchase some corpses from the Resting Cemetery; here is the permit issued by the Death Summoners Association,” Shah, filled with frustration, said, making it strictly official.

“A permit?” The Monarch leaned forward to take a look, puzzled, “Can corpses be bought and sold?”

“Of course they can. Don't you know that? Are you a night watchman?” Shah asked skeptically.

The Monarch glanced at Lise, who quickly stepped forward to explain, “This person is not a night watchman. Night watchmen only come at night. This person is the person in charge.”

Shah said exasperatedly, “I can see that, not very professional. Do night watchmen have to come back at night?”

Shah didn't feel like discussing with these people anymore, but looking at the time, it was still morning, the word 'wait' hard to utter, he patiently explained, “Ownerless corpses can be bought and sold, but only with a permit issued by the Undead Summoners Association, otherwise it's stealing corpses.”

The Monarch glanced at Shah Grumman and then at the permit, making sure he wasn't lying, but nodded and asked, “What kind of corpse do you want? How much are you willing to pay?”

“I need one that is tough, with skin as hard as leather, intact, without any obvious missing parts, preferably even with its brain tissue intact,” Shah Grumman explained.

It sounded so complicated, was he not just asking for a Tough Skin Zombie? Surely, he meant one without a soul, weren't these corpses rare?

“Not very rare, so I came to look around. If you have one here, I'm willing to pay a high price,” Shah Grumman hesitated and said.

The Monarch sensed his insincerity and expressed his displeasure, “If that is what you are saying, then I don't have one.”

“Ah?” Caught in his lie? Shah Grumman was startled, noticing the Monarch about to leave, he quickly explained, “Please wait a moment. Originally, such corpses were not very hard to find, but ever since the Royal Magician Team began their thorough clean-ups, all the suitable corpses have been disposed of. Hence, these types of corpses are indeed rare now, so if there is a suitable one, I'm willing to offer a high price.”

After Shah Grumman's explanation, everyone understood that the so-called registration by the Royal Magician Team not only included deities but also marginalized forces like Undead Summoners. Shah Grumman's permit was granted by the Death Summoners Association after registration.

Only Necromancers who are registered and hold a license can purchase corpses to refine into their summoned creatures. They also need to register the quantity every year, so those wanting to play with Skeleton Seas or Undead Rampages are all illegal.

“So that's it, how high of a price would you be willing to offer?” the Monarch inquired.

Shah Grumman tentatively raised a hand, “Five magic crystals?”

“I'm not sure about the prices, is five magic crystals a lot?” the Monarch asked.

Shah Grumman nodded, “It's a lot, even more than a living person. A living slave only requires one or two magic crystals. If it's more expensive than a living person, many would kill their slaves to sell as corpses. So, ordinary corpses cost only one or two gold coins, but because my requirements are high, I can offer five magic crystals.”

“That makes sense, then have you never thought about secretly killing someone?” the Monarch asked.

“Not at all, how could I? Don't talk nonsense!” Shah Grumman was startled and shook his head and waved his hands, “Being caught means being thrown into Soul Prison. Don't speak carelessly, do you have suitable corpses or not? If not, I'm leaving.”

“There is, but I don't need magic crystals. I spend everyday here with the dead, I have no use for money. Do you have any other good items? Perhaps we can make a trade.”

Negris immediately knew what the Monarch was thinking, probably coveting someone's Scarecrow Hat. A Scarecrow Hat is a very basic magic item, worth about a dozen magic crystals, but they had asked Nagi before and it seemed he had never seen one.

“No money? Then what do you want?” Shah Grumman asked.

“It depends on what you have. I have several corpses that meet your requirements,” the Monarch responded, thinking to himself: Even if I don't, I can make them on demand.

Shah Grumman pondered and said, “Soul Crystal? Black Crystal? Oh right, this – you've definitely never seen this before, a flesh-healing potion. It's great for external injuries; even if your flesh is gone, just smear a little on, and it stops the bleeding and heals the flesh. Continuous use can heal even a wound as big as a bowl, extremely precious. How about trading three corpses for this potion?”

While talking, Shah Grumman took out a bottle of transparent liquid. Seeing this liquid, Negris couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing: “Pfft–”
Shah Grumman, who always used a Mechanical Bird as his mount, was startled and looked at Negris with confusion. When he saw Negris turning awkward as if caught, he suddenly became enraged, “You're concocting Soul Constructs? How audacious, damnable, unleash the Bone Axe and Bone Sword, capture…”
He couldn't finish his sentence, because the Monarch's large hand had already grabbed his mouth.

However, the summoning process did not stop. A Space Rift slowly opened beside him, and two Golden Skeletons wielding a giant sword and axe jumped out, their souls roaring as they charged forward, smoothly kneeling before the Monarch.

Chapter end

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