Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 401 - 241: Someone Recites Its Holy Name_1

Chapter 401: Chapter 241: Someone Recites Its Holy Name_1

Ange breathed out the Fire of Mass Faith and stared at it curiously.

“You’ve been staring at it for a while now, still not done? What’s there to see?” Negris asked irritably.

In his heart, a flame of envy was burning fiercely, akin to the jealousy of a farmer who had toiled for half a year only to gather a bit of grain, upon seeing his neighbor casually hit by a mountain of grain.

“Its Soul Flame, it’s a lot,” Ange commented.

“A lot? How is a lot?” Negris asked anxiously. A plentiful Soul Flame meant a lot of believers. So a nascent Fire of Mass Faith that could not even be considered as a deity yet, where on earth would it get believers?

“More than the Undead Godhood,” Ange replied.

…..

Within Republic of Stellaris, the Stellaris Mage Tower.

Although it was called the Mage Tower, it was actually a massive Magic Academy, with an total area of several hundred square kilometers. Scattered around were more than a dozen towers, interspersed with clusters of buildings that extended into the sea, with some buildings even constructed on top of the water.

The Earth Magic Division Tower was also a massive group of buildings, centered around the tall tower.

In front of the entrance square, space fluctuated, and a figure appeared.

Some of the students meditating and reading in the square glanced up, but soon lost interest.

In the Stellaris Mage Tower, there weren’t many magicians who could use spatial transport, but there were still several dozens. It’s hardly something new for them.

Whoever it was, must have been authorized. If it wasn’t an authorized mage, the Defensive Array laid out around the square would have been activated by now, charring the intruder to a crisp.

Hiludi, holding up her dress, quickly ran towards the tall tower. A male Mage, dressed in a fluttering robe, graceful and wearing a high pointed hat, emerged from the tower.

As soon as Hiludi saw him, her eyes lit up, and she ran over shouting, “Senior Jack.”

“Eh! It’s little Hiludi! Hi there, long time no see!” Although Mage Jack looked to be in his thirties, the fact that he called her little Hiludi indicated a significant gap in their ages.

“Long time no see, Jack. Take off your hat and let me see,” Hiludi requested.

The expression on Jack’s face changed, and the smile vanished from his face. He asked angrily, “What do you mean by that?”

“Don’t be angry, senior. I have something good to introduce to you, let me see your head first, come on, come on.” Hiludi shook Jack’s arm to cool him down.

This bubbly behavior, who could resist? Jack, annoyed yet helpless, took off his hat, quickly revealed the shiny bald spot on the top of his head, then swiftly put his hat back on.

To Hiludi’s delight, her eyes lit up, and she exclaimed excitedly, “Senior, your bald spot is so shiny! This will make the effect more obvious.”

Jack was resentful and said, “What do you mean? I’m over fifty, the late nights have made my hair thin out, it’s all perfectly normal, isn’t it? Don’t be too smug, your turn will come.”

“No, it won’t.” Hiludi looked smug as she laughed, “look, lalalala, lalalala~~.”

While humming a little tune, she parted her hair, showing Jack her head.

Jack stared suspiciously for a moment. Hiludi’s hair used to be thinning, but it never entirely fell off. Now, even if she grew some in, the contrast wasn’t very stark.

To a man, a wife with or without makeup looks the same. So how would he notice a younger sister’s thinning hair?

But a careful observation confirmed that her hair wasn’t thin, it was not the forehead of a proper thirty-year-old female Mage. She must have used some crooked method.

Jack became serious and warned her, “What sort of witchcraft did you use? Hurry up and tell me, so I can rebuke you.”

Hiludi immediately handed him a small card, saying, “Senior, mention my name, and you’ll get a 10% discount.”

…..

Initially, they ought to set out in search of the Land of Slumber, but the Dimension Beast was injured and sprawled on the ground. It indicated it needed to rest a while to recover, and couldn’t perform any task. In the Dimensional World, the Dimension Beast and the Space Mage were the protagonists. As the cat wasn’t healed, they definitely couldn’t leave. However, Hiludi, who had just discovered a new world, couldn’t calm down any longer. She embarked on a sales mission and returned to the Mage Tower. Such welfare must be shared with the seniors.

The main point was that sales had a commission, 5% cashback. And considering the price of these services, if she could find five seniors, she would have made her yearly supply cost.

But she underestimated one thing. She could sell to seniors, but seniors could also sell to other seniors, yielding even better results.

A few days later, Jack ditched his high hat, his head full of hair, flouncing it around at every chance he got, appearing casually to show you.

But the effect was indeed good. Everyone was used to Jack’s balding condition, and now that he had a full head of hair, everyone thought he was wearing a wig. They all inquired as to where he bought it, and then he handed them a small card: “Mention my name, and you’ll get a 10% discount.”

Hiludi originally planned to wait for Jack to return after the treatment, with a sample to prove the treatment’s effectiveness before she would dupe more people. Little did she know that when Jack returned, he immediately became her competitor, stealing all her potential customers.

“Kvada, miscalculated.” In a fit of rage, Hiludi found Jack’s wife, then went and flaunted her face that was free of dead skin, wrinkles, and hair, and glowing from the skin whitening treatment.

All those customers pulled in by Jack, their commissions were handed right back by his wife.

Next, Hiludi began focusing on female Mages and wives of male Mages, expanding upon that part of the market. To facilitate their consumption, she even used her spatial transport ability to go back and forth… all in a day’s time.