Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 963

Chapter 963: Chapter 534 Can We Refuse?_2 Chapter 963: Chapter 534 Can We Refuse?_2 “Even Anthony winced and said, ‘Cultivating a body would only consume twenty liters at most.’”
“Compensation, compensation, I’ll work hard to make money. If I really can’t afford to compensate, I’ll just pluck my scales and sell them. So, how about another gulp?” Silba said with an apologetic smile.

After guzzling down two large barrels of Holy Essence Liquid, it sincerely felt the goodness of the substance. It was like a cool ‘warmth’ flowing from its throat into its body, and as it passed, every organ seemed to be cheering.

Being petrified for so many years didn’t mean that the Giant Dragon was unharmed. Transforming into the Dragon Sorcerer was one thing, but reverting to a living Giant Dragon made the body’s health very important. Should there be any issues like a cerebral vascular blockage, Ange would have to come to the rescue.

But with the Essence Liquid poured down, many minor damages were quickly repaired. Silba felt that with every breath it took, its body became much stronger.

“Yee-ah-mah-nah-bah-woo-pi-lah…&Y=…#*Y=…” Silba gargled out a string of Dragon Language syllables, omitting the ultra-low frequencies that ordinary people couldn’t hear, hence without syllables.

“All right, can you fly? If so, let’s ride it and go, quickly, just in case someone else barges in and it becomes troublesome.” Negris urged as soon as it deemed the situation was almost handled.

“It’s best not to. Me being such a large dragon, if I fly out, I’ll definitely be detected. There are always Wraith Wanderers above the clouds, and high-level Undead creatures like Arambrough patrol from time to time. It’s better if we head back the way we came,” Silba quickly cautioned.

“What should we do then?”

“Leave it to me.” Silba began chanting in Dragon Language, and its massive body rapidly underwent a transformation, finally turning into an…an Owl.

…

Disguised as the Undead, they took several days to return along the original path to Starburst Gorge. This time, they didn’t head back to the city but instead to the cave at the Hall of Knowledge.

Since Wuga had been captured, the number of Undead in the gorge had replenished somewhat. They didn’t enter through the main gate but through the crevice used by the Dragon’s Lackeys.

“Alright, the Life Sacred Pool has been discovered, and although we have the prisoner there and the Sorcerer Alliance doesn’t dare to do much to us for now, it’s not a long-term solution and very inconvenient. We need to change hideouts temporarily, and this place is not bad. The original structures are intact and can be reused,” Negris stated.

It was something everyone had already discussed. Without waiting for it to finish speaking, everyone scattered to do their part, some cleaning, others repairing, with Ange even dragging out the Little Dragon’s family to help with the work.

Only Ange, Feiti, Anthony, and Negris were left, and then they released Arambrough.

Upon release, to their surprise, he was actually sleeping. That Wraith Sorcerer was way too composed.

“Hey, hey, wake up, wake up! If you don’t wake up now, I’ll burn your hair off,” Negris threatened with its Dragon Breath.

Not knowing if it hit a nerve or what, Arambrough, who wouldn’t wake up no matter what, suddenly sat up, anxiously clutching at his sparse forehead.

“Yeesh, are those few strands on your head really worth fussing over?” Negris asked, puzzled.

Arambrough retorted irritably, “How would a baldy like you understand? A Witch’s hair is a treasure. Lose one, and it’s one less, never to grow back.”

“Bald… baldy?!” Negris pointed at itself with its little claw, incredulous, saying it was the first time someone called it a baldy. And it found it didn’t even have the power to argue back because Giant Dragons naturally had no hair to begin with.

Fully awake now, Arambrough looked at Negris, a frown of confusion creasing his brow, “The God of Knowledge? Have you been captured by them too?”

“You know me?” Negris exclaimed in surprise. Arambrough had been captured while Negris had stayed hidden in the cart. This was their first face-to-face encounter, so how did he recognize Negris at a glance?

“Is it really you? How did you get so thin? His Majesty showed me what you looked like before. This is the Hall of Knowledge, right? I was in charge of building it, the statues were sculpted by me. I’d recognize that lecherous face of yours anywhere,” Arambrough said.

Negris burst out in anger, “Are you blind? Does this look like a lecherous face to you? My expression is so benevolent, how is it lecherous?”

“Okay, okay, let’s get to the point. We don’t need to hide our identities now,” Anthony quickly intervened to stop the digression that could lead far off-topic, or else who knows when they would get to the actual matter at hand.

“Concealing identities? What identities could you possibly be concealing? Aren’t you just servants of Light? What else is there to hide?” Arambrough scoffed.

Everyone turned to Ange, who revealed the Undead Godhood, and as it blazed above his head like a torch, Feiti and Anthony slowly knelt down.

The Undead Godhood quickly receded, since a long-distance projection was too consuming.

However, this showed that the soul strength of Ange’s body was increasing. When he first projected here, he couldn’t use any Divine Power, but now he could manifest the Undead Godhood in this place.

In a flash, Arambrough’s eyes widened in disbelief, “You’ve even seized the Undead Godhood?”

Negris almost fell to the ground and said irritably, “Couldn’t it be that we have eradicated the Gods of Light and taken the god status of the Church’s followers and the likes?”

“It could be so, but why don’t I believe it?” Arambrough asked skeptically.

Feiti stripped off his cloak wrapped in shroud cloth, revealing a body of purple gold skeleton, then said, “You’re the foolish one, you’re the one without sense.”

Negris also showed his Bronze Book, and after much persuasion, finally convinced Arambrough that it wasn’t the Church of Light who had stolen the Undead Godhood, but the Undead God who had taken it from the Church of Light.

“So that means you’re on my side. Then why attack me? Why didn’t you reveal your identities earlier? We’re all subjects of His Majesty; why sneak into the Resting Plains and not seek us out despite being here so long?” Arambrough asked in confusion.

Anthony laughed, “Had we revealed our identities, would the Council of the Undead be willing to obey the orders of the Undead God?”

Arambrough was shocked, “How could that be possible? Of course, you should obey the Council’s commands. We should work together to rescue His Majesty, shouldn’t we?”

Anthony shook his head and said, “We have always been trying hard to rescue His Majesty, but if it becomes too dangerous, even to the extent that it might threaten the Lord’s life, can we refuse?”

“Of course, you can’t refuse. We’re all subjects of His Majesty. If His Majesty dies, then we all must die together. We must save His Majesty at all costs,” Arambrough said in surprise.

“No, no, no, you, are subjects of His Majesty; we, are children of the Lord. If rescuing His Majesty endangers the Lord’s life, we would refuse without hesitation, because the Lord bears the safety of countless subjects in the Divine Realm; he cannot take such risks with his own life,” Anthony explained.

Arambrough’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Anthony continued to ask, “So, if we revealed our identities, would you be willing to follow the orders of the Undead God and work together to rescue His Majesty?”

“I… you… I…” Arambrough stammered for a while, unable to say whether he was willing or not.

Anthony spread his hands out, “See, clearly, if you just obeyed the orders of the Undead God, we would have a greater chance of rescuing His Majesty. Yet, you hesitate, you’re not really concerned with His Majesty’s safety; you’re thinking of yourself.”

Arambrough felt dizzy with confusion, “No, that’s not right, wait a second, that’s not the logic. I just don’t believe you have that ability.”

“All you need to do is obey the Lord’s command, and you would know whether we have that ability,” Anthony replied.

New monarchs and old monarchs do not have a subordinate relationship, and the old servants of a new king are not subordinates of the old king – especially in the structure where all subjects commit suicide when an Undead monarch dies.

Even if Ange wanted to rescue the Undead King at all costs, everyone else, including Feiti, would stop him with all their might.

Therefore, no one would suggest that Ange ally with the Council of the Undead. If identities were revealed, the only possibilities between them and the Undead would be to cooperate or to turn against each other.

If they cooperated, whose orders would they follow? Judging by Arambrough’s attitude, the Council of the Undead would never obey Ange’s commands – hence, turning against each other was the only remaining option.

Politics can sometimes be so bothersome. Ange is simple-minded and wouldn’t think so much, but others have to consider all aspects, even the simple-minded Negris and Feiti sometimes have no choice but to think it through.

PS: Scheduled for Monday.