Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 682: Chapter 379: His Power, Protects Me Unmatched_1

Harvey looked discontentedly at the golden fields in the distance…

How can you identify the expression of “discontented” on a mourning skeleton? Just from the overflow of emotional waves from it.

As long as you sense his emotions, you can perceive this expression on his bony skull, which is even more intuitive and vivid than regular people.

“Why am I…why am I here, I want to sleep…” Harvey muttered.

Not long after he spoke, a soul car drove silently at high speed from the front. When it was close to Harvey, it beautifully drifted and accurately stopped in front of Harvey.

The Great Sage on the car excitedly said, “Harvey, it’s your turn. Go on. There’s not much left, just a few million acres. It will be harvested soon.”

It’s harvest season again. The planting interval of the Land of Fallen is short, with a cycle every five months. Unlike the Master Plane, most places can only plant one season a year.

Of course, in the hot southern areas, there can be two seasons in a year, but it averages out to one season every six months.

The Land of Fallen has a season every five months. After the eternal night, the crops need to be planted immediately. After four months of growing season, they must be harvested before the eternal night arrives, otherwise, they will freeze to death. The climate dictates that they can be planted and harvested in five months.

Actually, before Ange came to the Land of Fallen, the crops there only had a four-month growing season. Once the eternal night passed, seeds should be sown without delay. Delaying a day to sow seeds would delay a day to harvest, and if the crops couldn’t be harvested before the arrival of the next eternal night, those unproductive crops could only be fed to the Minotaur.

Thus, the grains chosen for planting were always rapid-growing varieties with low yields, bad taste, and due to insufficient light, low starch content. Eating a pound or two was still not enough to fill up.

After Ange arrived, he taught them to pre-cultivate. In a closed indoor space, he started the seeds early, and after the eternal night passed, the seedlings were moved outdoors, gaining an extra half month of planting time.

However, what came with this was the consumption of fertilizer. Farming in the Land of Fallen before didn’t require any fertilizer at all. Now, not only is fertilizer needed, but it must be specially mixed by Ange, suited for the soil and climate conditions of Land of Fallen.

Now, the largest volume of transactions in the Silver Coin Commerce of Land of Fallen is fertilizer and grain.

The Great Sage once felt the pinch. Why can a pound of fertilizer be exchanged for three pounds of grain? He wanted to buy the fertilizer formula outright.

Silver Coin told him, “This contains bird droppings, volcano ash, grass ash, insect ash. Are you sure you can make this after buying the formula?”

The Great Sage was discouraged. Where was he going to find bird droppings, let alone buy the formula, yet still had to buy the raw materials from Silver Coin? He might as well buy the fertilizer directly.

Can it be done without fertilizer? Yes, the first season yields 300 pounds per acre, the second season yields 200 pounds per acre, and the third season, 50 pounds per acre.

So the Land of Fallen mainly used a crop rotation system in the past.

Now with fertilizers, the first season yields 800 pounds per acre, the second yields 900 pounds, and the third, 950 pounds.

Buy fertilizers and the increased yield is several times the cost. Any fool would know which option to choose.

However, with the expansion of the planting scale, the Great Sage immediately faced another problem: insufficient labor.

To be precise, there was a shortage of intelligent undead.

Without the guidance of intelligent undead, those unintelligent undead couldn’t be let into the fields; otherwise, the crops they trampled would outnumber the harvested ones.

It was okay when Silver Coin was around as he would organize humans to manage the skeletons. But now Silver Coin has been called back and the Great Sage is almost at his wit’s end.

The big-headed Great Sage chose the simplest method; he asked Harvey to do it.

The honorable Lord of Mourning, was actually driven to harvest rice. How could Harvey not feel dispirited?

“I want to sleep…” Harvey responded feebly.

“Sleep my ass, you sleep for twelve months a year, just take a few days to harvest rice, quickly finish and then sleep,” urged the Great Sage.

“I want to sleep now…” Harvey simply slumped to the ground. He would rather lie down and not sleep rather than work. As soon as he heard “a few million acres”, he felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

The Great Sage was furious, sternly stating, “What do you mean? I’ve been working my bones to pulp for years, tirelessly sustaining countless creatures, maintaining the delicate balance of the Undead. Even with much growth in a thousand years, now that we finally drove off the Church of Light and have a fertile wasteland, you’re just going to laze here instead of helping? Isn’t it only a matter of a few million acres? You could sleep for a couple of hundred years straight, four months of slumber would be enough for you… hey, hey, hey, we’ll start with this field.”

Hearing the relentless scolding from the Great Sage, Harvey instantly felt not sick but rather invigorated.

Springing up with clenched fists, Harvey conjured two sickles, wielding them behind him as he dashed forward like the wind. The grains in the field fell neatly behind him.

After harvesting millions of acres in three days, Harvey felt like he was falling apart. He didn’t want to move a single finger bone. It wasn’t that his soul was tired, it was that his heart was. The same way a person who loves to sleep in might feel forced to wake up early for breakfast every day.

The Great Sage’s Soul Car skidded to a halt in front of Harvey, excitedly saying, “Harvey, you still are the best. It took you only three days to finish the harvest without wasting a bit. You can take another three days off next planting season.”

Harvey’s heart sank. He slumped there, mumbling to himself, “God, please strike this guy dead with a bolt of lightning or give me something to do. Even fighting would be fine. Let me fight, please.”

Perhaps hearing Harvey’s plea, the sound of hooves rang out. Turning his head, all Harvey saw was a Minotaur madam with a feeble Goblin on her shoulder, trotting over.

“Oi, isn’t that the Bridgehead Town’s Minotaur sister? Silver Coin? Silver Coin is back?” the Great Sage stated.

Reaching the Great Sage, the Minotaur madam set down the nearly shattered Silver Coin, speaking with a booming voice, “Great Sage, may your soul be at peace. Silver Coin was looking for you so I brought him over.”

“Oh, thank you very much, I wish you good health,” the Great Sage responded.

The Minotaur madam happily jiggled her ample flesh and went on her way. In the past year or so, her life had improved, she had enough to eat, where before could she have maintained such girth?

In the past, the Great Sage never dared wish her good health. When she barely had enough to eat, such a wish didn’t seem like a blessing, more like mockery.

Now he could loudly wish her good health, but going down this path, he might have to switch to advising her to lose weight in the future.

It was truly astonishing that the creatures of the Land of Fallen now had to worry about losing weight after eating too much.

Harvey propped himself up, happily greeting, “Silver Coin, you’re back, wonderful.”

For people like Harvey, who preferred to lie down whenever possible, this huge effort was the highest regard he could give Silver Coin. Ah, he finally realized how good things were when Silver Coin was around. At least Silver Coin could manage production, so he could go back to lying around.

Silver Coin replied with a smile, “Lord Harvey, how are you? Harvesting?”

“Just finished. You’re back, and you’re not leaving again, right? Fantastic, I’ll leave the next harvest to you,” Harvey said.

“Hehe, Lord Harvey, Great Sage, I have something to discuss with you,” Silver Coin awkwardly grinned and then seriously spoke.

The Great Sage and Harvey looked at each other, their expressions turning serious. Harvey even stood up from the ground, while the Great Sage began fingering his storage ring.

Having spent several planting seasons together, they had a clear understanding of Silver Coin’s personality. When there was money to be made, Silver Coin would always be laughing and good-natured. Yet, when he became serious, they had to be cautious regarding their money, as he likely had an idea to make money off them.

“You’ve always wondered about the identity of my master, right? Now, I, Silver Coin, on the orders of the Lord of the Undead, Master of Resting Palace, God of Farming, Goddess of Beauty, God of Knowledge, Insect God, Harvest Goddess, King of Alchemy, Durken, Flash Feiti… and my common master, Lord Ange…”

If it had only been the God of the Undead, Resting Palace, or God of Farming, the Great Sage and Harvey might have questioned whether Silver Coin was joking. However, upon hearing the names of Durken and Feiti, they were forced to take him seriously.

“Flash Feiti? So, he really is alive. I just recalled that name recently and was speculating what could have happened. What force made Harvey and me forget that name? What happened?” Great Sage asked.

Silver Coin explained briefly.

The Great Sage had a realization. “God of the Forgotten, I see. Feiti was marked with the Forgotten Mark, causing us and him to forget him. Then, only the Undead God could break this mark. Is the king back?” he questioned.

“No, the Undead Godhood was taken over by Lord Ange. It was Lord Ange who abolished the Forgotten Mark. Now, Lord Ange has been recognized by the God of Knowledge, the King of Alchemy and Lord Feiti, and has inherited the Resting Palace from his majesty,” Silver Coin explained.

The Great Sage suddenly smiled, “Silver Coin, this isn’t something to joke about. As you know, I can make your soul wish for death in many ways. So don’t joke about things like this.”

Silver Coin replied earnestly, “I’m not joking. My soul belongs to Lord Ange. His power protects me without fail.”

Silver Coin was surrounded by light and a phantom figure carrying a money bag emerged out from him, completely enveloping him.