Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 803: Chapter 453 Anthony is Better at It
 

Well, Anthony’s incessant muttering received no response; the distance was too far, and his soul call couldn’t reach Ange.

“Uh, how often does his lordship return? Is there any way to notify him to come back?” Anthony asked upon returning.

“Yes, last time the Little Angel poked his ribs, and he came back. Why don’t you try that?” Lisa suggested.

Anthony shook his head like a rattle drum. Such an act might be doable for the Little Angel, but he himself dared not; he would wait.

Idle and bored, Anthony then asked Lisa, “What are you all doing?”

“We’re tidying up the environment, seeing if we can plant some crops on the farm, then build a few warehouses to store some supplies. The Teleportation Array makes transporting things much easier, but the air here diffuses too quickly and is very thin. I’m thinking about whether there’s a way to contain it,” Lisa explained her work.

Anthony covered his face.

“What’s wrong? Is there a problem? Is there something wrong with the arrangement?” If it had been someone else making that face, Lisa would have beaten him up first, letting him know the extent of big housekeeper Lisa’s capabilities. However, with Anthony’s expression, Lisa couldn’t help but feel guilty.

“No no no, it’s very good. His lordship will definitely like it. Lisa is really considering everything for his lordship, allowing him to happily farm at any time. But it would be even better if it could be supplemented a bit,” Anthony said.

“Supplement with what?” Lisa asked.

After pondering for a moment, Anthony said, “I don’t know the current situation on his lordship’s side, but based on the feedback now, there are essentially two scenarios either his lordship has established a stable footing there, needing our help, or he’s under threat and has to retreat here, needing our support.”

“If we need to help him, then we must be prepared to move at any moment, like now. If his lordship comes back, and we could be ready within minutes to join him, it might produce a good result. If his lordship has to retreat, do those forcing him back have the capability for long-range dispatch? How do we support his lordship?”

Lisa was dumbfounded; she had not thought about this at all. Even the Undead King had to cast aside his body and project his thoughts there, what kind of person could be dispatched here?

“Of course, it’s possible. You don’t think those magicians who could conjure a Faith Storm are ordinary, do you? Their Annihilation Warlocks even trapped his Majesty and a bunch of High-Order Undead; what if they project into his Majesty’s Black Crystal Body? How would we respond?” Anthony asked.

Lisa and those gathered around, such as the witches and Great Sage, all involuntarily turned pale; they had not considered this problem, but Anthony’s concerns were indeed valid.

Those capable of creating a Faith Storm were certainly not ordinary; Annihilation Warlocks even trapped the Undead King, who’s to guarantee they don’t have the capability to dispatch here?

And the most readily available channel was through the connection of the Black Crystal Body; what if a formidable thought really was projected into the Black Crystal Body, to fight or not to fight? Could they win? If they couldn’t, was there a way to confine it?

All these questions had not been considered by anyone.

“So what should we do?” Lisa asked blankly, being a competent housekeeper but not a qualified commander, somewhat unsure of what to do.

“Of course, we should make this place a fortress that can attack as well as defend. Regardless of what kind of emergencies arise, we can respond calmly, and if necessary, banish the Black Crystal Body to the depths of the Void. Even if strong thoughts are projected here, they will only get lost in the Void,” Anthony said.

As soon as he finished speaking, the witch loudly objected, “No, we cannot treat his Majesty’s body that way.”

“Witch, don’t rush. The chance of such an event is very low, and if it happens, would you want his Majesty’s body to be occupied and utilized by the enemy?” Anthony asked.

The witch did not know how to respond; if the enemy really misused his Majesty’s body erratically, wouldn’t his Majesty be even more incensed?

Anthony continued, “We could place some tracking devices on his Majesty’s body. The enemy’s thought projection won’t last. We can retrieve the body once they leave. I’m not sure how we can achieve this, we might need to collaborate with Stellaris Academy, to study it.”

Anthony had talked about some other plans, which overwhelmed Lisa, thinking, ‘Add a little bit?’ This was clearly overturning all of Lisa’s arrangements.

During their conversation, Ange’s body suddenly began to move.

Turning his head, he immediately saw Anthony, who was surrounded by everyone in the middle, his eyes lit up, and he scurried over, transforming into Rock Transformation as he ran, grabbed hold of Anthony, and forcefully shoved him forward.

Then, he scurried back and pressed his palm against the Black Crystal Body.

The scene happened so fast that only Anthony was missing from the field afterwards.

…

The commotion below the city walls had already alarmed the guards on top, who early in the morning were pointing and gesturing, but the walls were too high, a good thirty to forty meters.

It couldn’t be helped, in a world of magic, city walls are this high and particularly thick, equipped with various anti-magic and magic-restricting setups, so ordinary people wouldn’t think of attacking a city with walls.

If it were the walls of fortress strongholds, like the ones in The Land of Fallen’s Holy Wall City, those are truly like mountains used as walls.

At such a height, what the people on the wall were pointing at could not be heard, but silver coin had figured out the town folks’ mentality, which was nothing more than ‘Who are these fools? Recruiting at this time? Can they even afford it? Quickly pull them all away, don’t let them die at the foot of the city’ and such.

Until noon, nobody came out to stop silver coin nor did anyone come to contact him, until around three or four in the afternoon, when a Swordsman leaped down from the city wall and sternly shouted, “Who are you people? Where are you taking these disaster victims?”

“A woman?” Negris turned and asked, “She has the strength of a Great Swordsman, not weak. Who is she?”

No one answered him because silver coin had already gone up to greet her, politely saying, “Hello, beautiful Swordswoman, I am a Priest of the Undead Temple, and I am currently recruiting some people to work for me, may I know your name?”

A merchant recruited locally by silver coin quickly came over and whispered a few words.

Silver coin said joyfully, “So you are Countess Rebinya, who has been trying to help the disaster victims. It is a pleasure to meet you, may you always be beautiful.”

The news they had gathered before mentioned that the city gates were closed and someone was trying to help the disaster victims but was stopped by the city’s ruler; this person trying to help was none other than the Countess Rebinya before them, a powerful Great Swordsman.

However, Rebinya didn’t buy silver coin’s act, and said sternly, “You don’t look like a Priest, more like a merchant. You are slave merchants, aren’t you? Are you trying to deceive the disaster victims and sell them as slaves in the mines? Speak!”

The surrounding disaster victims, hearing Rebinya’s words, looked at each other; famished and dazed in the morning, they had carelessly overlooked this issue in their rush for rapeseed cakes. What if these people were slave merchants?

If they were truly sold to work as slaves in the mines, toiling till death, it would be better to starve to death directly. They seemed to be heading towards Iron Sand City.

Silver coin could not help but smile bitterly; this Rebinya indeed had an eye for detail, seeing through him at a glance.Silver coin might not look like a Priest, but he was not a slave merchant either.

This was troublesome; now that the disaster victims heard her words, if their concerns were not dispelled, these people would probably not want to go to Iron Sand City anymore, for fear of being sold as slaves.

What to do? Silver coin looked helplessly towards Negris, who quickly whispered to Ange, “Go back and see if Anthony is available, push him here, he’s better at handling this kind of situation. If he’s not available, ask him what to do.”

Ange nodded, just about to retreat, when Negris hurriedly added, “Get into the tent, get into the tent, otherwise throwing out a person out of nowhere will be too frightening.”

PS: Tomorrow is Qingming Festival, need to visit the tomb early, will sleep early, updating one chapter first, not sure if I will be too tired.