Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1409

Chapter 1409: Chapter 970: Registrar of Gods Chapter 1409: Chapter 970: Registrar of Gods “How is that possible? Could it be that your skills are inadequate? You can't even grow a Chaos Tree? Can the Chaos Tree we gave you bear Chaos Stones?” Silver Coin immediately denied the accusation with righteous indignation.

“It can bear stones, but…” The other side hesitated in response.

“See, it can bear Chaos Stones, which means it's alive, so how can it possibly not reproduce? Are you saying it's not because your skills are lacking? What rank is your Druid?” Silver Coin asked immediately.

“Master rank, the famous Great Druid Yulong Da De from the Friel Empire,” came the quick reply from the other side.

“A Druid Master, huh? Then it's impossible that it can't be propagated. Could it be you're a swindler?” Silver Coin wondered, firmly refusing to acknowledge that the failure to propagate had anything to do with their side.

As soon as these words were spoken, a furious roar came from the other end: “Damn it, you're the swindler! You slander me; come out, I want to duel you.”

It seemed that Master Yulong was listening in, which was normal. Silver Coin immediately responded, “Bring it on, who's afraid! Once our Master Nage steps in, we'll expose you as a fraud, not even able to grow a Chaos Tree.”

After finishing his remark, Silver Coin slipped away and pushed Negris forward. Ange should have dealt with this situation, but since it wasn't an actual duel, a war of words definitely called for a verbal champion.

“Cough cough, Master Yulong is it? I'll ask you a few questions. If you can answer them, I'll consider you a master of my rank. What is polyploidy?” Negris asked.

Master Yulong paused for a moment: “Polyploidy? Are you referring to those crops with exceptionally large sizes?”

“Have you not undertaken systematic research on polyploid crops? Never mind, second question, what is the optimal spectral range for supplementary lighting? If you don't understand spectral ranges, just tell me which color range would suffice,” Negris continued.

“Spectra for chasing light and supplementary lighting? You can do supplementary lighting too? And color ranges?” A shock went through Master Yulong's heart; supplementary lighting was his claim to fame, allowing his crops to yield thirty percent more than other Druids'.

But what did spectral range mean? Did different colors of light have different effects?

“Don't you know what spectral range is best for the effects of supplementary lighting? Never mind, third question, what are the steps of the reaction that converts carbonaceous gases into starch? Oh, it might be too complex, just tell me how many steps are involved,” Negris said.

“Pfft… what on earth are you talking about!?” Master Yulong could hardly suppress his anger; what was this person talking about? He couldn't understand any of it!

Negris explained: “I'm talking about the steps required to convert a carbonaceous gas absorbed by crops during photosynthesis into starch. How many steps are there?”

There was silence from the Teleportation Array for quite a while. Negris waited a moment, then couldn't help calling out again: “Master Yulong? Master Yulong? Are you still there?”

The same voice from earlier, now a bit abashed, came from the Teleportation Array: “Master Yulong has fainted.”

“It's not a feigned faint, is it? You can't even answer such basic questions, and you dare call yourself a master; no wonder you can't grow a Chaos Tree,” Negris scoffed with arms akimbo.

“Yes, yes, yes, may I ask what rank of Druid you are?” asked the other side timidly.

Listen well, I am the spokesperson… of the God of Farming,” Negris declared.

“The God of Farming? Are you on the registry?” the other side asked without thinking.

“Do you really want to register, or do you want the Chaos Tree? If it's registration you want then I'll hang up. This was originally a courtesy call to see how your cultivation was going, I didn't expect all this fuss,” Negris quickly said, glancing at the tactical board that Anthony was raising and following the prompts on it.

The other side hurriedly said, “We want the tree, we want the tree. Please, Master Nage, instruct us on how to grow a new Chaos Tree.”

“How am I supposed to teach this? Your Druid skills are so poor, you can't even handle such basic questions. If I teach you, you still won't get it. Alright, let me teach you: choose a triploid plant, use light with a spectrum ranging from XXXX to XXXX to supplement light, to induce a tetraploid male plant, then graft it onto the twisting wood. After the flowers bloom, pollinate it with a triploid female plant, and you'll be able to cultivate new seeds.”

Having gauged the level of the opposing Druids, Negris had the guts to spout nonsense, knowing full well that they wouldn't be able to cultivate any seeds if they did as he said.

The others, thoroughly confused, listened with dawning headaches. Master Yu Long, who had come to in the middle of this, promptly fainted again upon hearing it.

In contrast, the original Wizard listened patiently and asked, “How can you tell if the plant is triploid or tetraploid?”

“Do you really need to ask something this simple? A normal Druid can tell at a glance. Good grief, are the breeding standards on your side so low that I need to start teaching from scratch?” Negris looked at the new prompt on the tactical board and sounded both troubled and disdainful, much like how a Druid would look at a cactus killer.

The other side was somewhat lost, unable to tell if Negris was just bluffing or if their own level was indeed too low, and fell silent.

Negris quickly said, “How about this, I'll send you a hundred Chaos Tree seeds, you plant those first, then go find a more skilled Druid to come and breed them. Just tell him the method I just mentioned. Anyone competent will definitely know how to proceed.”

“Okay, I'll go ask someone. Please teleport the seeds over.” The other party agreed quickly.

Negris teleported a small bag of seeds over and then asked, “Do you see that Light Point Fortress in the Boundless Space Hole?”

There was a moment of silence on the other end before they answered, “I see it.”

“How about we collaborate to take it down? The Light Point Fortress for us, the Mourning Undead Soldiers for you,” Negris suggested.

“Splutter… What did you say?” The other side asked in shock.

Negris glanced at the tactical board and said leisurely, “The Divine Light Alliance has formed a squad of Mourning Undead Soldiers, trying to intercept the Light Point Fortress, at least twenty-four, and at most seventy-two. If we work together, the Mourning Undead Soldiers are yours, the Light Point Fortress is ours.”

This time, the silence lasted longer, a good ten minutes or more, before the other side finally said, “The Light Point Fortress, we want half.”

Negris looked at the important prompts on the tactical board and scoffed, “Deal's off, goodbye.”

“Don't go, let's talk things over, if it's not suitable we can negotiate again, thirty-percent, we want thirty-percent.”

“The Light Point Fortress can only be taken as a whole or not at all, it's indivisible. At most, I can compile the history of the Light Point Fortress for you.”

The other side hesitated for a while before asking, “How am I supposed to trust you?”

Negris replied, “I've prepared a gift for you, you'll know once you see it.”

And with that, he activated the Teleportation Array and teleported the male Wizard from Huo Man's group, who was too lazy to name, after wiping his memory of getting here.

After a good while, the other side said, “In principle, we agree to this cooperation, the specific plan can be discussed next time, we need to consult.”

“Alright, Registrar of Gods, goodbye.”

“Splutter… Registrar of Gods? Hey, hey, hey, who is the Registrar of Gods, who has come up with that? It does sound quite nice, fine, from now on I am Registrar of Gods Orgal. All Gods will have to register with me, hehe, how did they know it was me?” The Wizard in front of the Teleportation Array murmured to himself with a peculiar expression.

If the Swift Wind Rabbit were here, it would definitely recognize this was the very human Wizard who had once caused its downfall.

Chapter end

Report