Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 804 - 454: Her Expression Suddenly Turned Strange
Chapter 804: Chapter 454: Her Expression Suddenly Turned Strange
Anthony, dizzy and disoriented, was hurriedly crammed into the tent; before he could catch his breath, Negris quickly briefed him on the current situation.
There was no time for speech; Negris used telepathic transmission to convey everything in an instant, and by the time Anthony stepped out of the tent, he grasped the entire situation like the back of his hand.
First, he removed the attire that bore the obvious marks of the Church of Light, had Ange bring out the canola cakes to fill the entire tent, and only then did Anthony lift the curtain and walk out.
Upon his appearance, silver coin let out a sigh of relief, Durken smiled, and Anthony nodded at them, then suddenly shouted, “Countess Rebinya, look here!”
After his shout, he flung the tent curtain aside to reveal a heap of canola cakes inside.
“Wow!” A wave of astonishment swept through the crowd. The disaster victims had all eaten canola cakes before, and were well aware that these fist-sized cakes were incredibly filling—one cake could warm the stomach and energize the entire body.
In fact, everyone had overlooked the advantages of Elf Beans in disaster relief. Normally, disaster victims suffering from long-term hunger couldn’t eat to fullness in the first few meals; they had to have some watery porridge to adjust their digestion, or else a host of problems could arise.
This had occurred both in the Resting Abyss and in Goddess of Beauty City, and it was only because of Ange’s treatments that they had managed to get by.
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But this time there was no such worry. Although the canola cakes were satisfying, they weren’t plentiful, making it difficult to overeat and get sick.
Such filling cakes, now in a tent so full of them, was a powerful visual impact.
Anthony’s voice surged with power as he loudly said, “God loves all creation. The compassion and love of the Undead God have been misunderstood and distorted by you, but it doesn’t matter; you are also God’s children. Countess Rebinya, are you willing to join the Undead God’s mission to save the world? Will you and your people fairly distribute the food to each disaster victim’s hand? Are you willing?”
“Me, distribute?” Rebinya was stunned after listening.
“Yes, you distribute. Are you afraid that we will enslave the disaster victims? Then send your people to distribute the food and settle them. Let everyone feel the Undead God’s love and care. The food is all here; you can take over. Let us not allow lives to be lost in vain anymore,” Anthony called out compassionately.
His voice was filled with a persuasive power, so moving and tear-jerking that listeners couldn’t help but feel guilty, wondering if their doubts were an affront to the Divine Spirit.
Silver coin couldn’t help but secretly applaud: Brilliant, we’ve earned a bunch of laborers for free.
Since Rebinya was afraid of them deceiving the disaster victims into slavery, then let her do the distributing, and they would just supervise.
The Countess Rebinya surely had plenty of people under her command for this kind of task, but by doing so, she would have to take on the responsibility of settling the disaster victims.
They could offload the burden and harvest faith, while also swaying many believers. A triple win; they won thrice.
Countess Rebinya grew solemn: “Really, you want me to distribute it?”
“It’s not just about distribution. You need to mobilize enough manpower to distribute food, settle disaster victims, register numbers, organize production, and enable everyone to recover from the disaster, not just eat up the food and call it done. Countess Rebinya, this is a mission bestowed by the Undead God. Will you accept it?” Anthony’s voice was full of allure.
It wasn’t exactly manipulation; mainly, Anthony had been a charlatan for so long that when he needed to sway people to work for him, his tone and manner alone could arouse their sense of responsibility and mission.
Rebinya hesitated. If Anthony simply handed over the food distribution to her, she would still suspect whether the other party had become apprehensive after being exposed by her and wanted to escape the situation.
But now, with such a multitude of demands—and ones that sounded so reasonable and professional—not only did they have to provide relief, but they also had to organize production, offering the disaster victims hope and not just ending with the distribution of food. What about the next meal after this one is gone?
These words also struck a chord with the disaster victims. What they feared most was having no food after this meal, having nowhere to settle, not knowing where to go, seeing no hope at all.
In a stable country, the greatest hope for disaster victims after a catastrophe is national relief.
But in this world, where every city is like an independent city-state, if the people of the city do not care for them, no one else will either.
Rebinya’s mood involuntarily shifted from “how to expose these people” to “how to get these things done?”
“What needs to be done?” Rebinya asked earnestly.
Good, she’d taken the bait. As long as she was willing to do the work, everything else would be easy.
“Come, come, come, first of all, how many people do you have? How much space can you free up to accommodate everyone? Are the other supplies sufficient? Are the means of production adequate? What difficulties do you have? I heard you were originally planning to assist in disaster relief, who is stopping you…”
Negris and the silver coin relaxed and stepped aside to watch the show, confident in Anthony’s ability to bamboozle people. They were just there to enjoy the drama.
No one knew what they discussed, but Anthony picked up a rape-seed cake, tore it in half, ate one half himself, and then handed the other half to Rebinya.
Seeing Anthony eat first, Rebinya bit into her half with relief.
Just a few bites were enough to appreciate the merits of the rape-seed cake, and the flavor was quite good. Rebinya finished her half and seemed to crave more as she licked her lips, her delicate pink tongue looking tempting—but unfortunately, there wasn’t a single normal person in the crowd.
In the end, Rebinya decided to transfer two hundred people over, putting Anthony in charge and allocating a valley to temporarily house the disaster victims. The rape-seed cake in this tent would also be guarded and managed by Rebinya’s people.
After Rebinya left to transfer the people, Anthony immediately started mingling among the disaster victims.
Whenever he saw a boy around twelve or thirteen, he would approach them, saying, “The Undead God blesses you, may you be healthy.”
“Is this your mother? Oh, madam, there’s no need for you to get up, you are quite ill.”
“The Undead God’s blessing upon you, may your afflictions be dispersed.” With a solemn look, Anthony grasped the patient’s wound, and a large amount of black energy swirled around as if all the illness was being drawn out from the wound.
However, beneath the cover of the black smoke, Anthony’s palm was emitting the light of the Face Purification Technique.
After a show of effort, the patient’s wound healed instantly, leaving the entire family overwhelmed with gratitude.
Seizing the opportunity, Anthony went on to say that the boy had the aptitude to become a priest of the Undead God, with a monthly ration that would ensure he was well-fed.
Just like that, he bamboozled more than a dozen twelve- or thirteen-year-old boys, along with a large number of devout followers.
He was a professional con artist, indeed—his performance had a far greater effect than merely distributing rape-seed cakes.
When he returned, Negris asked curiously, “Why only pick these young boys?”
After drinking some Holy Water, Anthony explained, “At that age, they can already work, yet their notions and beliefs are not yet formed, making it the easiest time to shape their ideologies and faith.”
“What can they do?” Negris inquired.
“Serve as our eyes and ears. We don’t have any sources of information here; we know nothing and are easily outmaneuvered without even understanding why.”
Just then, Rebinya rushed back in haste, panting with urgency, “Go, move quickly. Tug said you’re impersonating the Undead Temple, and they’ve already mobilized the Undead Guards from the cemetery. They’re encircling us, planning to arrest you, leave now, hurry!”
All of those present suddenly wore odd expressions on their faces.
ps: Clearing tombs is exhaustingly splitting; my old back feels like it’s breaking. I’ll make up for it tomorrow.
