Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

21 Chapter 21 New Things _1
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Ange cocked his head, but Negris had already involuntarily gasped: “The Light Saintess!? No wonder her understanding of divine arts is so profound. Goodness, this witch married the Light Saintess!? Oh, heavens!”

If a witch married the Light Saintess, wouldn’t the inherent danger be comparable to bathing in sulfuric acid? Aren’t they afraid they’ll dissolve?

The grateful Lisa left with her devout faith, leaving Ange bemused and tilting his head. All these concepts were somewhat beyond his comprehension. Things like faith, divine power, elemental force, and the like—he only knew that Lisa had borrowed his magic power and would return a bigger soul flame. He hadn’t suffered any losses. That was enough for him.

Glancing at the pile of bones left by Feilin, then at the luminous moss he’d planted, Ange simply tossed the Minotaur’s head into the pile of bones and went back to tending to his moss. Compared to those complex power systems, this was what he was familiar with.

The luminous moss grew robustly, at least four or five times taller than when Ange had collected them from the rock crevices, looking like a type of fern.

If used as food, it would essentially be ready to harvest at this point. Any longer, and it would mature past its peak.

But Ange clearly wasn’t using them as food, but as lighting tools. He laid them out row by row, brought in fertile soil, piled up soil ridges in the middle, then sowed seeds, just like the operations performed in the luminous moss field.

However, this time the operation was carried out on a slab, so he couldn’t pile up too much soil, but that was okay. He would try it out first and transplant the crops when they grew bigger, and the soil ridge couldn’t stabilize their roots.

After the operation, a large multi-layered slab plantation was formed. When getting ready to water the crops, Ange suddenly thought of the Purification spell.

The Purification spell could purify filth; could it also purify the impurities in the soil and water?

When growing crops, pests were a factor that had to be considered. His Burn Wasteland Spell had actually been forced out of him due to pests, burning the bugs in the soil to death at the same time.

With the thought, Ange did it. He chose a slab, first purified it with the Purification spell, planted the seeds, and drew a horizontal line at the edge of the slab.

He then selected another slab, irrigated it with purified holy water, and drew two horizontal lines at the edge of the slab.

Finally, he chose a third slab, purified the soil first, then irrigated with holy water, and drew three lines.

In this way, the three slabs would form a comparative group. It would be clear at a glance which crop grew best.

This habit was learned by Ange back in the day when he buried bone meal. In a field, the first year he buried bones, the crops grew well. The second year he buried bone meal, the crops grew even better. The third year he buried more bone meal, all the crops withered.

Looking at the withered field, Ange pondered for half a year before finally coming up with a good method. He covered fifty acres of farmland with different ratios of bone meal to see which one grew the best, and the future burial standards were based on that.

From then on, it got out of hand, and Ange buried everything he could find in the soil, even in different ratios, to select the most appropriate ratio.

However, not many things could be found in the Resting Camp. Only bone meal, ash, and bird droppings were beneficial for the crops. There were too few bird droppings, and Ange couldn’t compare which ratios were most suitable.

He had developed the habit from his experience. He set up the same comparative groups three times, involving nine slabs.

When he passed the bone pile while bringing back water, a furious soul roar suddenly rang out, and a tall skeleton with a bull head crawled out from the pile.

Ange threw the bull’s skull here; there was already a soul in that skull, a furious soul.

Any soul, if hung on the wall for decades, would probably become as furious as this bull, but it was unfortunate for it that it didn’t have hands and feet to knock itself off the wall.

The pile of bones Feilin brought over happened to have a set of Bullman bones, probably sent over especially because he saw Ange carrying a bull head.

After putting in some effort to familiarize himself with the bones, the furious Bull Head Skeleton stood up. It wanted to trample everything in front of it!!!

The furious Bull Head Skeleton stood up, took its first step, and saw Ange in front of it. It roared furiously, lowered its head, aimed its sharp horns at Ange, and then charged. And then…it fell!

A little zombie darted out from the side, directly hitting its knees, knocking its shins out of socket. The whole skeleton collapsed to the ground with a thud. The detached leg bone was even grabbed by the little zombie.

The furious Bull Head Skeleton tried to stand up, but as soon as it lifted its face, the little zombie, wielding its leg bone, hit it on the cheek, right where it had been cut by the Ashbone Skeleton.

But this spot was indeed a vital area on the skeleton. If it gets hit, it can easily cause soul shock, like a human’s concussion.

The soul of the Bull Head Skeleton hummed for a long time and didn’t recover. When it finally did recover, the little zombie swung the bone club down again, causing another bout of humming.

After this repeated a few times, it became clear that skeletons were not truly stupid. After being knocked a few times, it learned to embrace its head and flop to the ground, refusing to get up.

The little zombie dragged it away by its intact leg. If it hadn’t been for Ange stopping it from randomly killing skeletons, it probably would have already knocked off the bull head skeleton’s neck, plucked out its soul flame from its eye socket, crushed it, and then swallowed it.

It wasn’t until the Bull Head Skeleton was dragged away by the little zombie that Ange straightened up his body. He had already bent his body and was ready to ‘scream’. With his current soul strength, a soul scream would have ruptured this bull head’s soul. In essence, it was the little zombie that saved this bull head.

The next day, Ange found that the three slabs that had only been watered with holy water emitted a slightly brighter glow from their luminous moss. The difference wouldn’t be noticeable when viewed individually, but amongst the piles of moss that hadn’t been watered with holy water, they stood out.

Meanwhile, the three slabs that were only purified but not watered with holy water had luminous moss that looked somewhat wilted.

The other three slabs, which were both watered and purified, had luminous moss with no obvious changes, but a new item had sprouted in the soil.