Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 451 - 266: Six Gods? What Six Gods?_1

Chapter 451: Chapter 266: Six Gods? What Six Gods?_1

Seemingly endless amounts of sea monster fat were placed on the cocoon, rapidly melting and then absorbed. The three-inch-thick layer of grease was completely drained in just a few seconds.

Didn’t it need heat energy? Grease has a high calorie content, no need to eat meat, just drink the oil.

As for the sea monster’s meat, it was being continuously poured into a massive stone pot, boiling fiercely. The aroma of the meat was irresistible to anyone who caught a whiff of it.

These days, even wealthy landlords didn’t often get to eat meat. It was ironically the adventurers, constantly on the move, who were most likely to come across it.

However, the opportunity to taste sea monster meat was quite rare.

Vania pulled out a sack and scooped up a bowl full of salt. She poured it all into the stone pot. Even the adventurers couldn’t help but swallow at the sight.

The seas of the Light Sea Plane were freshwater and abundant with fish, yet salt was scarce. Some adventurers had stayed here for years, eating fish every day. Their mouths had become dull with the flavor, and the sight of so much salt made them yearn to rush up and have a taste.

Vania tasted the soup to gauge the saltiness and, satisfied, moved on to scoop out some spices from several other sacks.

The crowd of onlookers stirred. One person couldn’t help but ask: “Is this… the execution meal? Will there be spices added too?”

In the main plane, spices were incredibly precious, more valuable than gold. Even the nobility couldn’t eat spices every day, which lead to the establishment of a banquet tradition called the “Spice Feast,” where the wealthy donned their magnificent attire to enjoy spices together.

The crowd consisted mostly of poor adventurers. Why would they have the privilege of tasting spices? The fear was that after the meal they would be executed.

This fear led to everyone needing the toilet in hurry. Little did they know that Vania had just casually decided to add the spices after Ange had casually set up a spice farm for her.

Ange collected seeds for over a thousand varieties of crops for Silver Coin, the elf brought in over ten thousand. Surely everyone can understand the painful dilemma of having too many toys and not knowing with which to play?

So Ange just casually asked everyone if there were any crops they wanted. Only Vaguli, Sava, and Vania raised their hands.

Vaguli wanted a few types of timber for building constructs. When Ange placed Divine Wood, the World Tree, and bamboo in front of him, he immediately changed his statement: “Nevermind, I suppose I could begrudgingly make do with these types of wood.”

Sava was a pharmacist, she needed a lot of different medicinal herbs. But Ange didn’t want to bother too much, so he planted only a few rare types and let Sava buy the rest. After all, she had a budget every quarter.

Vania also wanted several types of spices. Even though there are many varieties of spices, Vania had only seen a few commonly used ones. She wouldn’t know how to use any others, so giving her more would be pointless.

But having a few commonly used species was pretty good. Sprinkle some cumin on the roast and some cinnamon on the soup, Vania’s food could beat ninety-nine percent of cooks on the plane. She could finally be considered a proper cook, not just a Minotaur warrior.

The group of adventurers and Harvest believers cleaned out the meat soup and roast. When they found out that it wasn’t an execution meal but just Vania’s routine, she instantly became the most popular person in the Light Sea Plane, second only to the Harvest Goddess, Lisa.

In the end, even the people in charge of executions were less popular than those who were in charge of meals…

Those responsible for executions stood around the cocoon, watching it absorb the sea monster fat. Everyone could feel the joyous vibes emanating from it, reminding them of Little Sapling.

Ange simply brought out Little Sapling and placed it on his head, allowing it to wave its leaves: Grow–strong–!

The aura of the cocoon had indeed grown much stronger.

After absorbing about two or three tons of fat, the cocoon snapped open revealing a chubby… pony.

It looked exactly like a pony, except its face and neck weren’t as long, its limbs didn’t end in hooves, and it had a pair of small wings and fine scales on its back.

Everyone’s gaze immediately turned to Lightning.

Lightning, who was curiously inspecting the pony, was taken aback upon noticing everyone looking at it. “What are you all looking at me for?”

After saying this, it seemed to realize something and hurriedly protested, “No, not me, I’ve done nothing, don’t blame me!”

Everyone also deemed it unlikely and turned back to observe. Lisa commented, “Those scales look kind of like Dragon Scales.”

Everyone then looked towards Negris.

Negris was quite calm: “I’m a Dead Dragon.”

True, Dead Dragons couldn’t do anything. Everyone turned their heads back to observe again. The chubby Insect God was curiously eyeing everyone with its round, wide eyes. After a few glances, its attention turned to the broken cocoon shell.

It opened its wide mouth, revealing rows of sharp teeth, and bit down on the cocoon shell. It easily crunched the shell to pieces and swallowed it.

“Many oviparous animals have a habit of eating their own eggshells. Could it be considered oviparous now? Weren’t you saying it was an Insect God?” Sava asked curiously as she leaned in to touch the cocoon shell.

The chubby Insect God was naturally not polite. It opened its wide mouth to bite down on the inquisitive head. With so many sharp teeth, if Sava were bitten, she would likely lose her head and at best, could hope for a new life as a Headless Zombie.

Ange gave a mental command, and the chubby Insect God suddenly stiffened. Its round eyes were full of panic as it realized that it couldn’t close its mouth anymore.