Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 416: Chapter 249: Making Progress_1
Everyone turned their gaze towards Ange. Initially, he was just standing there dumbfounded, uttering not a word. As their gazes shifted towards him, he wordlessly withdrew his finger into his bosom, covering it with his other hand.

He had been listening all along, of course, and knew what everyone was saying. But when they mentioned Little Ghost, he pretended he hadn’t heard.

This reaction gave Negris much reassurance. This foolish skeleton wasn’t entirely dimwitted. All those things he had been revealing were things he didn’t care about. When something he cared about was mentioned, he would play dumb.

While Ange pretended to be stupid, Little Ghost was truly so. She thought something had happened, and stupidly poked her head out, looking absently around her. Luna saw her in an instant.

“Little White!” Luna excitedly shouted out, making a move to rush over.

Shamara tensed, ready to tackle Luna down.

Scared, Little Ghost quickly clung tightly onto Ange’s fingers and looked towards the source of the sound.

Flames suddenly erupted on Ange’s head, his gaze unflinchingly locked on Luna.

Just as everything was about to spiral out of control, Luna suddenly halted and looked at Little Ghost in confusion, saying, “This isn’t Little White?”

Luna had stopped, but Shamara couldn’t help but continue her momentum, colliding into Luna and causing her to stagger.

The situation was on a knife-edge. Without a doubt, had Luna rashly rushed over, Ange certainly wouldn’t have been polite — either transforming into the Dragon God or Locke, and launching a series of attacks. Would Luna, whose strength was not even a fifth of what it was at her peak, be able to withstand it? This was uncertain.

Even though Luna didn’t rashly rush over, if Little Ghost truly was her pet, Ange certainly wouldn’t return her. If that happened, what would they do? Share custody of Little Ghost and become in-laws?

The best result would be if Little Ghost wasn’t hers. Negris hastily asked, “So it’s not really your pet?”

Luna hesitated for a long while, then shook her head and said, “No, it’s not Little White. Their auras are completely different. Where did you find her? Holy Light Spirits are extremely rare. I thought Little White was unique. But the Gods of Light are very reluctant to let spirits live. They killed her when I wasn’t paying attention.”

Negris, puzzled, asked, “You’re not reluctant? This is a spirit, the Undead. Even if it is a Holy Light Spirit, it’s still a spirit. Why do you want to keep it?”

“Because it’s cute,” Luna responded matter-of-factly. “Look at her, so dazed and adorable. Are all Holy Light Spirits this cute? I would love to have another one.”

As Luna spoke, she kept pointing at Little Ghost. Shamara nodded in agreement at her side.

Negris and Anthony looked at each other, unable to understand their reasoning. They would risk a fallout with the Gods of Light just to keep a pet because it was cute?

“This thing belongs to Ange, so you can give up that idea. Let’s talk about something else — like how we should reasonably charge you for bringing you back to life,” Negris said.

Now it was Luna and Shamara’s turn to look at each other baffled, “You… you want to charge for this? I have no money.”

“That’s not right. We’ve gone to great lengths to resurrect you and you’re not even considering paying? No money is fine, you can sell… yourself for hire,” Negris said with a smile.

Reluctantly accepting Negris’ task, Luna left with Shamara.

Turning back around, Negris hesitated before asking Anthony, “Should we let her go just like this? Without any kind of binding agreement? Aren’t you afraid she’ll cause trouble for you again at some point?”

Turns out that the person who was suggesting such dubious ideas behind the scenes was Anthony. Negris was simply a mouthpiece.

“I’m not worried. A fallen Six-winged Archangel is definitely not my biggest headache,” Anthony said, grinning like an old farmer who had just placed a snake into a rabbit’s den.

…

In the Resting Palace, at the edge of the farm, a single bone hand was flying alone over a rectangular pit.

In the pit, an array of crops simulated by Illusion Technique was ripe, and on the control table, a newly sprouted sapling of the World Tree was placed in the Array, undergoing a comprehensive in-depth scan by the ordinance from all angles and multiple levels.

This is the most effective way for the Illusion Magic Array to record crop data. As long as the crops exist in reality, they can be recorded as they are and simulated.

Of course, individual examples alone cannot form complete growth data. It’s necessary to have enough samples for comparison to obtain the most accurate data. Here, ‘real’ means that it can grow in the Simulated Magic Formation and in reality alike.

No Druid ever thought of logging the World Tree too, because in their perception, there is only one World Tree, not enough samples.

In this world, only Ange could provide enough samples.

After the World Tree sapling in the ordinance had finished scanning, Ange replaced it with a larger one. From seeds to sprouts, to three-day-old, ten-day-old, one-month-old, six-month-old, and finally to three-year-old, Ange scanned them all once.

After the formation received complete growth data of the World Tree, it began simulating. In the center of the pit, a World Tree slowly grew, getting larger as time passed.

Since it was not a battle, there was no time limit. The World Tree kept growing and growing until it became a huge tree with a canopy diameter of tens of kilometers after a hundred years.

However, Ange found a problem. The Illusion Magic Array was treating the World Tree as a typical plant for simulation. It needed water, sunlight, air, and an appropriate temperature to grow.

The growth of the World Tree didn’t stimulate the growth of surrounding crops, nor was its growth promoted by the growth of nearby crops.

This contradicts the characteristics of the World Tree. Apparently, the form couldn’t simulate this feature.

Never mind, let’s uproot it. Let’s plant some Elf Beans, Divine Wood, and Soul Moss, and some Upgrade Beans. Ange scanned into the illusion array almost all crops he could grow.

“Stop playing, Ange, come over here and catch it!” Negris called out in annoyance from afar.

Ange reluctantly pulled his hand out of the space. He stopped farming in the Boundary-crossing Hand and started to plant in the simulating illusion array.

After withdrawing his hand, Ange rushed towards Negris. Soon, he saw the target, a stealthy big cat.

Seeing Ange rushing up, the big cat whooshed out from its hiding spot in the ditch, initiating a sprint mode and rushing to the distance.

“Roar! Roar!”

“Roar!”

“Watch the lightning!”

Little Angel, Little Zombie, and Lightning came out from different places, blocking its escape route.

With a ‘meow’ sound, the big cat struggled forward and collided with Little Angel. But before it could touch Little Angel, its whole body disappeared in the air and reappeared tens of meters behind Little Angel.

The Dimensional Shimmer of the Dimension Beast.

But before it could land, a bone-handy crossed the space and accurately caught on its neck, hoisting it up in the air. A bunch of people ran over all at once.

Little Angel even took it into her arms, pressing it against her neck, so much so that its tongue hung out.

“Let’s see where you can run to. Even Dimensional Shimmer is able to come out, it should be pretty much recovered, right? Big Cat, it’s about time we set off for the Land of Slumber. Don’t think about procrastinating anymore, otherwise I’ll seize all your Elf Beans.”

“If Durken didn’t die, he’s probably also in the Land of Slumber. He should know where the King has gone, right?”