Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 732 - 419: Can the Blank God Statue Be Used This Way?_2
Chapter 732: Chapter 419: Can the Blank God Statue Be Used This Way?_2
Ange had been busying himself for most of the day at the back. The other residents had arrived a long time ago, but they still hadn’t managed to get into the town. A few members of what looked like the security team were arguing with the residents of Desert Town.
When Ange came closer and listened, he heard a member of the security team say in a sobering accent, “How should I know whether you guys have any infectious diseases or if there are any potential spies among you? You need to wait until tomorrow morning until we can confirm everything is fine, and only then can we let you in.”
“You…do you want us to freeze to death in this cold?” someone angrily retorted.
“You can make a fire. I have firewood over there. I’ll give you a discount, just a silver coin per bundle.” The security team member said brashly.
“You…a silver coin can buy a cart of firewood, are you robbers?” someone else shouted.
“Take it or leave it, if you freeze to death it’s on you.” The security officer grumbled, his eyes darting about before finally settling on a voluptuous woman in thin clothes.
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He said with a smirk, “Oh my, this lady seems to be freezing. Come, come, warm up by our tent. The sun is about to set and the desert nights are unbearable. It would be terrible if you were to freeze stiff by morning.”
The voluptuous woman jumped in fright, instinctively covering herself with both hands while stepping backward, but her face eventually gave way to a struggle of hesitation.
Her husband had been killed when the robbers attacked; their house had been destroyed by the falling meteorite. She had not been able to salvage even clothes or blankets, if she was to be blown by the cold desert wind all night, she might not be able to get up the next morning.
Yet, even if she could get up the next day, what then? Entering town, a woman like her would probably have no choice but to sell herself into slavery, or become a wet nurse in some noble’s family, if she were unlucky then…
On the edge of the desert, women like her did not have much control over their own destiny.
On the other hand, being pulled into the tent by these security officers, her fate was clear as daylight. If they gave her a lifeline after having their way with her, that would be one thing, but most probably they would discard her once they were done.
“Oh God, what am I to do, Goddess of Peace, please give me a sign.” The woman wailed, slumping helplessly to the ground.
Ange looked strangely at his chest and said doubtfully, “She prayed for peace, and I could hear it.”
“You heard that? Could it be that the divine seal you found is called the Goddess of War and Peace?” Negris asked with doubt.
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Ange tilted his head in bewilderment.
Negris pondered for a moment, suggesting, “It’s quite possible that the divine seal you found is not complete, missing the half that belongs to peace. What do we do now? The drawbridge is closed, we can’t get into the town.”
Durken said dismissively, “Just bash in, I hate these security teams.”
“What? Just bash in? Won’t that attract too much attention? Isn’t that a bad idea?” Negris responded cautiously.
“What’s so bad about that? Didn’t you hear what Tina said? This world is dominated by the Undead, why should we care how much noise we make? If things get out of hand, I’ll just evaporate some water, summon some Undead to help us, and crush anyone who messes with us.”
Having said that, Durken added grumpily, “And you are underestimating the King of Alchemy. Apart from that freak Locke, there hasn’t been anyone else I’ve been afraid of. Witches aren’t good at fighting, and I wouldn’t lose to one in a one-on-one fight.”
Negris let out a snicker, “I don’t know who was cornered by Ange and couldn’t even come out of the bucket.” He was naturally referring to the incident when Durken had just been reborn.
Durken’s face flushed red, he skirted the topic, but his words did strike a chord with Negris: “You’re right, this world is dominated by the Undead. If need be, we can just shed our skin and call on the Undead for help.”
Once this thought crossed his mind, Negris suddenly felt braver. To tell the truth, he had been struggling to adapt after being teleported here. He was used to throwing his weight around in the Master Plane, now he had become overly cautious.
Ange couldn’t transform, if they flaunted their presence like before, what would they do if they encountered someone they couldn’t handle and they burnt his Little Yellow Book?
But as Durken said, they were the Undead, in a world ruled by the Undead, they had no need to tread lightly. If things go south, they could just call on the Undead to help them like the Undead Tide, for example.
“Alright, let’s do this. Ange, go and thrash them.” Negris ordered.
Ange nodded, but before he could respond, the laid-back security officer shifted his attention from the refugees to something else—or rather, someone else. His gaze had landed on Ange, or more precisely, the glimmering Little Yellow Book in Ange’s possession.
“Hey, you in the wizard robe, is that book made of gold? Did you steal it? I can’t imagine such a valuable book hailing from your impoverished desert town. It’s probably from our Godfall Land. Don’t move, we’re going to search you,” the security officer barked.
A resident of the Desert town weakly chimed in, “He is not from our Desert Town…”
Before he could finish his sentence, Ange swung his Little Yellow Book, smashing it across the officer’s face, sending him sprawling.
“Kvada! How dare you hit someone with me? What if you break me!” the soul within Negris raged indignantly.
“Oh.” Ange cradled the Bronze Book and used his Gold-touch Stick like a magic wand. With a swift motion, he summoned a row of fireballs.
He didn’t need a row. He sent one fireball after another, one per officer, until the four remaining security guards were defeated.
Upon reaching the bridge, Ange shouted to the people above, “Open the gate.”
“Right away, esteemed wizard. We didn’t know about your visit—if we have offended you, we ask for your forgiveness. Please wait, the drawbridge will be lowered shortly,” came the flustered response.
They dared to barricade the refugees of the Desert Town, but they would never dare to obstruct a respected wizard, especially one who looked quite strong.
The drawbridge creaked open. Ange turned around and pointed to a voluptuous woman. “Peace be with you. You may enter now.”
“Huh? Thank you, Goddess of Peace. Thank you, Goddess of Peace.” The woman thanked once she realized what happened.
She scurried to the bridge. It was not until she set foot on it that she felt safe but was somewhat confused about why the Goddess of Peace had answered her prayers.
Was it because the handsome man had taken a liking to her and had used the name of the Goddess of Peace to help her? She stole a glance at Ange and was immediately smitten. Flustered, she thought, He’s so handsome…
With a deep blush on her cheeks, the woman looked at Ange one last time before stepping off the bridge and into Godfall Town.
Ange responded to one of his followers and entered the town himself. Seeing that the bridge had not been pulled back up, the other people poured into the town as well.
Inside the town, before it was completely dark, Ange and Durken looked around but couldn’t find a tailor’s shop, only a leather goods shop.
In remote villages like this, leather goods shops primarily buy and sell leather goods, but rarely sell locally.
As Ange and Durken approached, the shop owner nonchalantly waved them off. “I’m closed, please come back early tomorrow…”
His words were cut off by the clink of metal. The shopkeeper, accustomed to dealing with money every day, instantly recognized the sound of gold coins.
He turned his head sharply to see that indeed, Durken was tossing a handful of gold coins absentmindedly.
“A distinguished guest has arrived…” The shopkeeper quickly switched faces and warmly invited Ange and Durken into the shop.
After selecting suitable leather, they prepared to take it back to the hotel for further processing. With Durken’s skills as the King of Alchemy, he could manually make the most suitable armor from it, complete with magical properties and special functions.
They walked out of the leather shop and saw the voluptuous woman from earlier. She looked very excited upon seeing Ange and knelt down reverently, “Honorable…honorable divine envoy, please allow me to follow in your footsteps and serve the great Goddess of Peace.”
