Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 828 - 465 The Unique Array_2

Chapter 828: Chapter 465 The Unique Array_2 Chapter 828 -465 The Unique Array_2 If it were particularly valuable, it would be exhibited all around, allowing everyone to share in its wonder.

The seeds of the Heaven-Reaching Divine Tree were evidently such a rare item. Negris had known about the disappearance of the seeds long ago and initially said that they would let Ange play with them once they found them. Surprisingly, they ended up in the hands of the Sorcerer Alliance.

Under Monica’s lead, they arrived on one of the layers of the main pillar. By now, there were already quite a few people there, some stopping to chat, others waiting for companions, or making new friends.

Monica’s status was clearly prestigious, as many greeted her deferentially upon her arrival. When they saw the scars on her face, their expressions turned to shock, and some women gathered around, whispering to her in secrecy.

With a mysterious smile, Monica kept changing the subject, adamantly refusing to divulge any information about her scars.

The women, failing to get anything out of her, complained that Monica was heartless and eventually dispersed in disappointment.

Monica sighed in relief, sadly glanced at the Little Angel, and thought, “I can’t keep the Little Angel, and telling others would be useless. It might even cause trouble if someone decided to force the issue. These two ‘vegetable farmer father and daughter’ would be in trouble.”

Suppressing her regret, Monica smilingly said, “Mr. Ange, you really do seem to enjoy planting, specifying even to see seeds during tonight’s activity. Our agriculture department also has some seed collection activities. I’ll see if I can get some free seeds for you as a gift. I hope you won’t disdain it.”

How could Ange disdain it? He immediately nodded vigorously.

Seeing this, Monica immediately smiled with relief. Even if she couldn’t entice the Little Angel to stay, being able to leave a guest with happy memories was still something good.

It wasn’t long before the rare sharing event officially began.

Though it was a sharing of rarities, the definition of “rare” varied for each person, especially for Ange, who had the God of Knowledge within him, almost nothing qualified as rare.

So throughout the event, Ange maintained an expressionless face, even when the seeds of the Heaven-Reaching Divine Tree were brought out. Instead of being surprised, he just shook his head.

Monica, who had been paying close attention to him, couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. Ange, is there something wrong with the seeds?”

Ange opened his mouth, but realized that explaining would require many words, and since Negris dared not speak up, he couldn’t translate for him. So, he closed his mouth again.

Monica couldn’t help but laugh at herself, “What am I thinking? Expecting a vegetable farmer who had never seen the Divine Tree to provide insights? That’s too much to ask of him.”

Not getting the reaction she had hoped for, Ange indicated he wanted to leave after the event ended, so Monica reluctantly saw them off.

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Before they left, the young classical priestesses gave the Little Angel many gifts, packed into a large bag that was taller than the Little Angel himself.

Watching the Little Angel carry the bag on his head, Monica wasn’t surprised, just figured farm kids must be strong.

Monica herself took out a parchment sheaf, handing it to Ange, “This is a collection of plant seed specimens gathered by the alliance. I hope you like it.”

“This is our teleportation array communication identifier. If you encounter any trouble or danger, you can find a teleportation array, use this identifier to request communication, and then seek Great Priest Monica.”

“This is a box of convenient rice cakes. The order in Northern Wind City seems alright, but other places are in chaos. If it becomes inconvenient to buy grain, these rice cakes can sustain you for a while.”

“These are some Demon Crystals. For the Little one to heal my scars, these Demon Crystals are trivial; I hope you won’t disdain them.”

Monica had prepared many gifts, still fearing that Ange wouldn’t accept them, she spoke many good words.

Putting other things aside, the Little Angel healing her scars was a huge favor. It was a burden off her chest, and the Little Angel might be considered to have untied this knot for her.

The birthmark on her face was merely unsightly, but those wormlike twisting scars could really be termed ugly and cause psychological discomfort to herself and others.

Now, these discomfort-inducing scars were gone, and she could show her face more confidently in the future.

Since she couldn’t keep the Little Angel to take good care of him, she hoped her benefactor could live a happy and blessed life, so she prepared practical things.

Ange accepted them, and as per the custom of equivalent exchange, his fingers twitched to offer something in return, but Negris desperately stopped him.”

“Don’t move, don’t move. We can compensate her later. You must not reveal your strength right now. Don’t move, can’t move.”

In the end, Ange could not reciprocate equivalently, only dragging a bunch of things out despondently.

Not far out, several shadows jumped out.

“My lord, you finally emerged. Are you alright?” Silver Coin sighed with relief.

“We were so worried, my lord. Are you unharmed?” Anthony also sighed deeply.

Everyone busily took the gifts from Ange and hurried back to the city.

Back at the City Lord’s Mansion, after setting up the boundary, Anthony and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“We were so worried. Where is Lord Nage?” Anthony asked.

The voice of Negris emanated from Ange’s body, “Wait for me, I’m switching back to my body.”

Soon after, a Bronze Dragon crawled out from a corner.

Durken said irritably, “Lord Nage, couldn’t you have switched back and reassured us? From morning until now, everyone has been so anxious they could pee.”

Negris rolled his eyes at him, “Go ahead and pee. Don’t pretend. If you knew what we encountered, you definitely wouldn’t think that way.”

A look of concern flashed across everyone’s faces.

Negris recounted the matters concerning the God of Light and the God of Truth and precisely relayed Monica’s words, eventually instructing Ange to bring out the Heroic Spirit.

“The book.” Ange gestured with open hands.

Alright then, Negris collapsed onto the ground. After a while, the Bronze Book fluttered over.

The Bronze Book was usually hanging on Ange’s waist, but it was temporarily removed as they were delivering goods.

Opening the Bronze Book, he took out a yellow speck and clipped it into the book’s pages.

A spirit, an old man with disheveled clothing and white hair, manifested inside the Bronze Book. He sat cross-legged on the ground, fingering his beard and muttered, “What is truth… Where is truth…”

In the corner of the page, Red Star clung to the edge, quietly poking its head out.

Looking left and right, seeing no danger, Red Star tiptoed forward with its chest flashing red, then it suddenly pushed, “Red Star—”

But before it could finish, a Giant Dragon’s large foot slammed down, flattening it completely.

In his Giant Dragon Form, Negris irritable picked up the flattened Red Star and flung it over the corner of the page.

However, by the time he turned back, the disheveled old man had already stood up. He looked in the direction where Red Star vanished, his eyes lighting up, “Truth is here, truth is within the range of Star Burst! Star Burst…”

The disheveled old man spread his arms, and immediately behind him, a peculiar array manifested. Countless rays of light gathered from the array into his body, surging into his hands.

With a crunch! Negris’s large foot came down, flattening him into a sheet of paper.

Negris, annoyed, waved his claw and a metal cage manifested, enclosing the disheveled old man.

The book’s page turned to another, another cage covered Red Star as well, ensuring they couldn’t move between pages to fight each other anymore.

After all was done, Negris, exhausted, closed the book’s pages and reprojected himself onto his body.

“Heroic Spirit? Who is he? You captured a Heroic Spirit in the Church of Light?” Anthony asked curiously.

Even if Ange had captured one of the Gods of Light in the Church of Light, he wouldn’t have been so surprised, but why a Heroic Spirit?

A Heroic Spirit is a collective embodiment of group belief. Why would there be such a collective belief in the Church of Light?

Negris shrugged his shoulders, “Because the Church of Light has been occupied, the God of Truth is there stealing light. That guy kept muttering where is the truth, could he actually be the God of Truth?”

“It’s impossible, it’s impossible, he’s just a Heroic Spirit.” No sooner had he finished speaking did Negris contradict himself, continuing to speculate, “Was the spell he cast Star Burst? Could he be the inventor of the Starburst Array? Did you see that array clearly?”

Ange gestured with open hands and after a short while, a peculiar array appeared in the palm of Ange’s hand.