Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 734 - 421: Servants of Light plot against me, go to hell! _1

Chapter 734: Chapter 421: Servants of Light plot against me, go to hell! _1

Steadfast Locke wouldn’t be called that if he didn’t expose his bones, and the modifier ‘steadfast’ refers to the many circumstances he has withstood.

Who’s this witch pretending to be Steadfast Locke?

Durken calmly replied: “Oh, so it’s Mayor Locke, your reputation floats like a breeze, it reached me several times in Desert Town. I’m pleased to meet you.”

“Ha, ha, ha, really? Is my reputation that far-reaching?” Steadfast Locke asked with surprise, completely unaware that a reputation like a breeze is ‘gentle’.

Then he explained: “I went to investigate the Undead Tide situation, so I wasn’t in town. I apologize for not welcoming you all properly. It’s rare to have so many distinguished guests visit our Godfall Town. You should do me the honor of following me to play the host.”

Durken’s expression changed: “More? Who came to visit before us?”

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“Oh, the masters from Agate Mage Tower passed by, but they left too hastily, didn’t have time to be my guests.” Locke’s tone was rather disappointed, presumably more because nobody was interested in his invitation rather than their hurry.

Tina is indeed prideful. If it weren’t for Ange, who’s more annoying, she would’ve made people very uncomfortable.

Durken and Negris, after exchanging glances, graciously accepted Locke’s invitation.

A town is not big after all. Locke led the way to the end of the town.

Along the way, every resident who saw Locke greeted him enthusiastically and stood on the spot, watching him leave. Locke constantly responded to them.

“Mayor Locke is quite loved by everyone.” Durken complimented.

“He, he, of course. Several of them even peed on my neck when they rode on my shoulders as children.” Locke replied amiably.

“Eh, that is indeed … quite endearing…” Durken chuckled sheepishly. Turns out this is how they show affection here. Guess those who don’t return the love will get spanked by their folks back home.

This sort of situation is more probable when undead creatures are present. One skeleton gets passed on through three generations, while one zombie sees dynasties change.

Locke’s house is at the very end of Godfall Town, at the corner of the lake and mountain rocks. It leans against the mountain, faces a lake, and is integrated with the rocky wall, making it easily defensible but hard to attack.

20 meters up, there’s a platform that is fully equipped with parapets and arrow slots for defense. Now it’s hung with fishing rods extending into the lake below.

And on the non-lake side, between the arrow slots, are arranged various flower pots – giving off the laid-back vibes of a retired old man.

But, judging from the heavy drawbridge at the entrance, it is still a stronghold that is easy to defend but hard to attack.

Several maids welcome Locke’s return. After entering the gate, there are skeleton racks every few meters along both sides of the corridor. As Ange and the group walked past, these skeletons would ignite their Soul Fire, and their eye sockets would follow the group’s movement.

After watching with interest for a while, Durken suddenly asked: “So, Mayor Locke, why are you called Steadfast Locke?”

Locke responded proudly: “This is the name etched in my soul. From the moment I was born, this name has been etched into my soul and will accompany me throughout my glorious life.”

“Oh, I see. According to what you’re saying, does this name have a particular background?” Durken asked, his perception of Locke significantly changing. It seems Locke is not impersonating Steadfast Locke, but ‘inheriting’ him.

The uniqueness of the soul, especially with the undead, reveals itself in various forms. Some powerful beings, even if their bodies are destroyed and extinguished, that does not signify a complete disappearance of their presence.

If fragments of their souls scatter around and provoke the birth of new souls, these newborn souls are likely to carry some fragmentary memories. This kind of occurrence is quite common.

According to what Locke said, he might have been born from the soul fragments of Steadfast Locke, which is why he knew this name from the moment he was born.

Locke said: “This name is originated from a powerful Lord of Mourning, originating from another space, who was invincible, loyal, fearless, and steadfast. It’s my honor to carry this name.”

“Oh, that’s really amazing, Lord of Mourning, that’s a quite rare existence.” Durken feigned admiration.

Locke completely agreed, “Yes, ever since the Undead King ascended to mourning, no soul has been able to break through the state of mourning for many years.”

“Oh, no, no, I’ve already said Saliete Locke came from another space. He was the Lord of Mourning there, but over here, his power was restricted, and he never managed to advance. Only the Undead King managed to successfully break through.” Locke explained.

At this point, the maids had already brought beverages and fruits. Locke hurriedly greeted, “Come, come, come, this is a special snow-pressed juice from the local lake, and also sand jujubes. I hope you like it.”

Ange, who had been bored to the point of wanting to go back to sleep, perked up upon hearing “sand jujubes” and turned to look.

Sand jujubes are a major crop cultivated in Hope Oasis and throughout the entire desert. They are exposed to a lot of sunlight, have a high starch content, and are filling.

But at a glance, Ange could tell something was wrong with the sand jujubes presented by the maids. Whether it’s because of the variety or the environment, these sand jujubes were clearly juicier. When Ange pinched open the skin and squeezed the juice inside, it quickly coagulated, indicating a high sugar content.

Such dates are suitable as fruits, but not as staples, and they’re much smaller in size.

Seeing Ange holding the fruit without eating it, Locke inquired puzzledly, “Guest, do these dates not suit your taste? We could get something else.”

He clapped his hands to summon a serving girl while explaining, “I don’t actually need to eat, so I have no idea what tastes good or not. Please don’t take offense if it’s not to your liking.”

Ange tilted his head slightly.

Durken quickly intervened, “Mayor Locke, you’ve misunderstood. We’re not human, actually. So we can’t eat.”

As he spoke, Durken revealed his own soul. He wouldn’t have exposed himself if Locke was an impostor claiming to be a Steadfast Bone. Perhaps he would even teach him a lesson to preserve Steadfast Locke’s reputation.

But it seems that this Locke isn’t an impostor and had explained that his name inherited from a powerful Lord of Mourning. Which is similar to a concept of naming one’s child after a hero.

“Witch!” Locke jumped to his feet in shock, staring at Durken.

What shocked him was not the presence of a Witch, but his inability to detect any abnormalities in Durken, mistaking him for a human.

As an Undead, he should have sensed the soul fluctuation, but he had failed to detect anything. Is he blind or the other party just too good at concealing?

Either option suggests the other party’s strength greatly exceeds his expectations.

However, Durken showed no hostility. After Locke hesitated, he asked doubtfully, “Have you just been reborn?”

“Oh, you wonder why my flesh hasn’t hardened, don’t you?” Durken smiled, understanding Locke’s confusion. “I have acquired a secret technique that animates a Witch’s flesh, allowing me to maintain this living state indefinitely.”

“What… Are you joking? You aren’t joking, are you?” Locke couldn’t help but approach, stretching out his hands as if he wanted to touch Durken’s flesh. He paused, then sheepishly withdrew his hand.

Durken generously stretched out his arm, “Feel free to touch. It won’t hurt.”

Locke hesitantly touched and prodded him with a finger, before saying in surprise, “It really feels like living flesh! Come here and touch for yourself, check if it has body heat.”

After a serving girl confirmed it was cool to the touch, Locke became excited, “Can this secret technique be used on others?”

Durken smiled knowingly. The bait was set. They were unfamiliar with the area and would take ages to gather materials for building the teleportation array. But if Mayor Locke, a local authority, could help, it would be much faster.

“Of course, it’s just that…” Durken answered, feigning difficulty. “It requires a lot of materials. I’m not sure where to buy some of them.”

Locke was amazed. “Why not go to the House of the Deceased? Are there any materials that even they can’t provide? Tell me what you need; see if I can get it. If I can procure the materials, can you apply this secret technique to me?”

While silently noting the name ‘House of the Deceased’, Durken responded, “Certainly, as long as you’re prepared to cover some costs, we’d be delighted to assist. Helping others is a source of happiness, after all.”

Durken’s willingness made Locke a bit apprehensive. What was this ‘helping others is a source of happiness’? It was obviously all about money.

“Can this secret technique really be applied to others?” Locke asked nervously.

Durken smiled, “We have a little left here, enough to animate a piece this size. Would you like to give it a try?” He gestured a piece about the size of his palm.

“Sure!” This was exactly what Locke had hoped for. What could be more direct than personal experience?

As she spoke, she touched her helmet, which retracted to reveal a clean, but withered and cracked face, “Try it here.”

“Er, so you are a lady?” Durken wondered.

“The body is of a human female, but as an original Undead, I don’t have a gender. There’s no need to worry about that.” Locke replied nonchalantly.

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Witches who were transformed from humans have a gender perception. However, those original witches, born as Undead, don’t have a concept of gender.

However, over time, under the influence of others, witches would naturally shift towards the gender of their body, becoming more and more like a man or a woman.

Like Lan, she was born from a Life Box, but she had forgotten all her memories. She could be considered an original Undead and shouldn’t have a concept of gender. But now, she has become a female witch.

Durken gave Ange a gesture of invitation, saying, “Why not have my mentor apply this secret technique?”

Ange activated the Purify spell, reaching out toward Locke’s face.

As the Purify spell activated, Locke immediately changed expression, “Holy Light Magic? You servants of Light dare to trap me! Die!” She immediately threw a punch.