Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 733 - 420: Puff! You are Steadfast Locke?_1
Chapter 733: Chapter 420: Puff! You are Steadfast Locke?_1
“Do you know how to farm?”
“No.”
“Not interested then,” Ange dismissed.
While expecting Ange’s rejection, Durken quickly interjected, “My lord, may I shelter her?”
Negris, puzzled, asked, “What would you keep her for? Wouldn’t she just get in the way?”
“You wield books, there’s not much for you to do. But as the King of Alchemy, I used to have many attendants serving me, now I have to wash my own clothes. How unnerve!” Durken exclaimed.
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Negris raised his doubt, “I never saw you actually wash clothes. Don’t you just touch them with your Gold-touch Stick and they become clean?”
“Well, consider this, the Goblin Trade Guild once paid sixty-thousand Demon Crystals just to have me wave the Gold-touch Stick once. Sixty-thousand Demon Crystals – that would pay for quite a few people to do laundry. It’s time-consuming for me, can’t keep doing this, it’s not so glamorous,” Durken grumbled.
Indeed, for the respectable King of Alchemy, having to do everything himself was not only tiring, but also very bothersome. One moment he was contemplating a new magical artifact, while the next he would have to wash dishes. It was all too easy to get distracted.
Durken, being an undead witch, had lesser needs compared to others. Otherwise, he would long have been driven to madness.
People like Lisa, Silver Coin, Anthony and so on, they had their own attendants and maids. However, in front of Ange, they were the ones who followed orders, hence they had to take matters into their own hands.
“Besides, can’t you see? If we don’t take her in, things will be hard for her,” Durken reasoned.
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Whether by coincidence or not, just as Durken finished his sentence, the woman’s stomach started to growl.
Ange nodded.
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Upon reaching the inn, they noticed it was packed to the brim, with people occupying even the corridors. Seeing the pair, the people – all refugees from Desert Town – respectfully stood up and gave a courtesy.
Godfall Town might have city walls and drawbridges and be much larger than Desert Town, but was still just a town. Its inns catered to fur and herb traders, so there weren’t many rooms.
With over a hundred people escaping from Desert Town and filling up the inn, more people without money were temporarily resting in the hallway and they mostly didn’t have money for food. As they stood to show respect, many of their stomachs growled.
Durken called the innkeeper over and ordered, “Prepare some bread for the townsfolk from Desert Town.” He then flicked a gold coin over.
The innkeeper took the coin, bowing and scraping, he apologetically replied, “I’m sorry, esteemed guest, but our bread is rather expensive. One gold coin isn’t enough.”
“One gold coin isn’t enough? Is your bread really that expensive? I didn’t find the price of the skins I bought earlier to be high,” Durken looked surprised.
While he was buying furs, he didn’t feel any steep price differences. A single gold coin could feed a family of three for a year in the Master Plane, it should be more than enough to feed the hundred more people outside for a meal, shouldn’t it?
The innkeeper gave Durken a peculiar look: “Our bread costs more than fur materials. The grains have to be transported here from elsewhere. However, fish cakes are cheaper because they are locally produced. How about them instead?”
Only after talking to the innkeeper did Durken understand why the bread was expensive here. The town didn’t produce any grains; all raw materials for making bread had to be hauled in from outside.
On the contrary, fish and fur were cheap because they were locally produced.
“I see. But it’s really expensive here. The price for food is much higher than in our place. One gold coin can only feed a family of three for a month,” Durken shook his head.
The innkeeper wore a baffling expression, as if he was looking down on him but was also afraid of getting beaten, and said, “You are a respected wizard, sir. You probably don’t know how to farm. Since grain yields are low, naturally, price is high.”
“I don’t know how to farm?!” Durken pointed at his own nose, incredulous.
The esteemed servant of the God of Farming, he had mastered the art of sowing in secret. And now someone dared to claim he couldn’t farm?
At this point, Negris suddenly interjected and asked, “How much yield per unit area does your grain produce?”
Ange’s mouth was moving in sync with his, as if Ange was the one speaking.
“My lord, I’ve heard the yield is a bit higher in the south, about one hundred and twenty catties per unit. The yield in the north is much lower, somewhere around ninety to one hundred catties,” the innkeeper replied.
“What? How much?” Durken and Negris spat out in unison.
Having spent a lot of time around Ange, they had grown accustomed to yields of around a thousand catties per unit. They could hardly believe the number they were hearing.
Even excluding Ange and considering only the grain yield on the Master Plane, the average yield was around four to five hundred catties. This was four to five times greater than the number the innkeeper mentioned. The difference was too great.
The innkeeper, unaware of why they were so astonished and not being a professional farmer himself, awkwardly excused himself to prepare the fish cakes.
Durken went outside the inn and asked the residents of Desert Town about this. When he returned, one thing had been confirmed.
The grain yield here was really around one hundred catties. My God, it was ten times less. Why is the yield so low? Could such a small yield support the population?” Negris queried.
“It shouldn’t be. The wizards here even invented three-dimensional planting spheres. Their planting technology should be advanced,” Durken still found it hard to believe.
Negris speculated, “Maybe only the wizards are skilled, but this world is controlled by the Undead. The Undead’s farming technology is terrible. You can tell just by looking at the Great Sage.”
“Why can’t we look at our Lord?”
“He’s an aberration, not a standard. The level of the Great Sage is more representative of the Undead.”
Far away on Eternity Road, the Great Sage shivered and quickly found an excuse to hug a witch for comfort.
Because the Undead dominated in this world, they did not prioritize improving cultivation technology, resulting in low grain yield per unit area and expensive food prices.
“So, if we grow grain here, we can definitely make a fortune with our technology,” Durken commented.
Ange nodded emphatically.
“Kvada! Have some ambition! You want to get rich by farming? If you want to get rich, find silver coins!” Negris berated.
Indeed, it was absurd to think that the God of Farming, the King of Alchemy, and the God of Knowledge would want to get rich by farming in a new world.
Who on earth turned Durken into what he is now?
Ange looked to his left, then to his right, and innocently blinked.
Since there were no rooms, Durken had to arrange his materials in a corner of the inn’s lobby. With a few light touches, the materials swiftly transformed into a soft texture under his hands.
“Alchemy is the art of materials. Whether it’s changing stone into gold or gathering sand into a tower, first you need stone and sand. How you refine them into useful items depends on your technique. There are many skills involved here, and they can all run the secret codes.” Durken explained while casting his spell.
“Clap clap clap…” A round of applause sounded. A low voice came from the door, “That was a wonderful explanation. I never understood what the art of alchemy was. Your lecture has been enlightening.”
A figure, shrouded in soul-piercing armor with black mist occasionally wafting from it, entered from the door. A chilling aura of death emanated from him, and two bluish lights shone from the eye slits in his full-body armor. He spoke with a deep voice:
“I’ve heard that two esteemed guests have arrived in town. I am Steadfast Locke, the town leader of Godfall Town. On behalf of Godfall town, I welcome the two of you.”
“What! You’re Steadfast Locke?”
PS: I woke up late, let me update one chapter for now.
