Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 345 - 214 You are the Undead God, I am Steadfast Locke_3
Chapter 345: Chapter 214 You are the Undead God, I am Steadfast Locke_3
“Er, young girl?” Brand stuttered, looking at the old woman whose wrinkles could pinch a bug to death, he really couldn’t associate her with a young girl.
Never mind that, Brand directly opened the box in his hand, revealing a bone tool crafted from the Silver Skeleton’s bone, with elegant demonic patterns on the surface and an aura of black mist. It was as radiant as silver and as pure as jade.
Brand was so scared that he quickly closed the box, his entire body trembling: “I… I… we did not… did not dare…”
Ange tilted her head, looking confused at him. Seeing him stutter and not finish, she simply snatched it, took a few looks, and then tossed it into the Resting Camp.
“Ma’am, this isn’t ours, we have no faith in the Undead,” Brand finally managed to articulate clearly.
It was then that Negris understood why he was so panicked. Ange’s identity was currently that of an ascetic monk dispatched by the Master Plane Sect to investigate corruption. Yet, in a village guarded by Paladins, she found a bone tool of the Undead. What crime would this be considered?
Concealing heretical objects, punishable by burning at the stake.
Negris then said: “I believe you. As it turns out, this can serve as my spoils of war, I’ll keep it. Just let that young girl come over.” frёeωebɳovel.com
The old woman walked over timidly. She was too frightened to approach personally when she was offering the gift before, let alone now.
Ange didn’t mind, and just summoned the Holy Light to pour onto her.
Ange had just joyously harvested a few pieces of farmland, not enough to equal the value of this bone tool. Ange, accustomed to equivalent exchange, naturally thought to pay her some money, but Negris stopped her.
“If you give her money, she has nowhere to spend it. It’d be better to cure her eyes and treat her slight ailments. Look at how everyone around her is keeping their distance. She probably has some foul smell or something.”
“Oh.” After a few Face Purification Techniques, the old woman raised her head in shock.
The treatment of the Face Purification Technique is all-around. Especially when Ange cast more than a dozen all at once, whether it worked or not, there was definitely enough of it.
Considering the living conditions here, an elderly woman would surely have a bunch of ailments like rheumatism, gynecological diseases, skin diseases, cardiovascular diseases… As long as these diseases were non-fungal or viral, the Face Purification Technique could cure them all.
The old woman felt light all over her body. Her joints, which would hurt so much on rainy days that she couldn’t sleep, now felt as light as if she’d been bloodletted.
My God, it’s a miracle! The old woman couldn’t help but kneel down. She had believed in the Light for her entire life, but this was the first time she truly felt its wonder.
Afterwards, Ange opened her eyelids, dropped a few drops of essence into her eye sockets, and healed her eyes that had lost their eyeballs. All the villagers were astounded, “Incredible! What a powerful Divine Art!”
“Little Brand’s foot has also healed, it must have been the lady who healed it. It turns out not all church people are villains who only know how to tax us.”
“The lady is an ascetic monk, I also want to become an ascetic monk.”
“I heard that ascetic monks can’t live in houses, can’t eat delicious food, and can’t get married…”
“Then I want to become a clergyman, the kind that specialises in collecting taxes.”
After Ange finished healing the old woman’s illnesses, Negris has already studied the bone tool in the Resting Camp: “This is a communication tool of the Undead connected to a different Soul Network.”
“Different Soul Network?” Ange asked, tilting her head in confusion.
“Yes, for example, the people of Steadfast Locke and Durken, if they wish to connect with each other, they can’t do it through the Soul Network. They can only use tools and equipment.”
“Can it still be used?” Ange asked.
“Yes, there’s no energy left. Inject some Soul Energy and you can use it. You should try.”
Ange left the village first, then took out the bone tool, infused it with Soul Energy, and activated it.
“Hey hey hey…”
“Received, this is the front-line transfer station. Who are you and who are you looking for?”
Ange tilted her head and truthfully said: “I am the Undead God…”
“Hehe, if you’re the Undead God, then I’m Steadfast Locke. Nutcase.” -Click- the communication was cut off.
