Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 710 - 405 A Sour Stench_1

Chapter 710: Chapter 405 A Sour Stench_1

Not far from the Black Crystal Skeleton, under a pile of broken rocks, a desiccated and ugly mummy sat up with a rustle. Its hair was unkempt, its face was filthy, and it glared with a pair of dry, murky eyes at Durken and the Great Sage.

The trio exchanged glances, and the Great Sage hesitantly said: “You…”

Prior to him finishing the sentence, the mummy let out a deafening scream. The spiritual energy pulse spread out like a tsunami, and it leaped submissively from under the rocks.

The Great Sage and Durken subconsciously held up their hands to protect their souls, just like ordinary people would cover their ears when hearing a scream.

Ange’s spirit stirred, poised to retaliate, but he saw the mummy scampering to the edge, climbing over to the other side of the “road”.

The Great Sage shouted loudly: “Witch, is that you? Witch, is it really you?” and was about to rush to the location where the mummy had flipped over.

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The mummy rasped, “Don’t come over.”

“Ah, it really is you. What happened? Are you hurt? Let me see, I’m coming over.” The Great Sage said anxiously.

The mummy growled, “Don’t come over. If you dare, I’ll project you onto the skeleton and tell everyone about you peeping on a female Minotaur bathing.”

The Great Sage was so anxious that he began to stomp: “Nonsense! When did I peep on a Minotaur bathing? You’re spouting nonsense!”

“While you were projecting.” The mummy vowed earnestly.

“Nonsense, I was just strolling during the projection. Stop making things up!” The Great Sage was frantic, he subconsciously looked at Durken and noticed Durken’s puzzled expression. So, without further ado, he added, “Don’t listen to her nonsense. Nothing of the sort happened.”

Then he said to the mummy again, “Alright, alright, I won’t come closer, just stop making things up and tarnishing my innocence.”

“See, you’re feeling guilty, aren’t you.” The mummy chuckled.

The Great Sage was so angry that he was almost blowing smoke from his nostrils. His eyes caught sight of the Bronze Book lying open, a conjured pen jotting down something.

Glancing over, what he saw was shockingly: The Great Sage projected himself to peep at female Minotaurs bathing.

“Ahhh! I’ll tear your lewd book to shreds!” The Great Sage was so angry that he was ready to blow his top.

Durken removed his hat, held it to his chest, and bent over in a gesture of respect, “Witch, it’s been a while.”

There was a brief silence in the mummy’s response, then its voice suddenly became grave and calm: “Indeed, it’s been a while. You actually managed to find me here, I am honestly surprised. My apologies, I am not decently dressed to meet you.”

It was hard to associate this voice with the hysterical screaming mummy from before.

The Great Sage had a closer relationship with the Witch, his concern for her was engrained in his soul, he anxiously asked: “How did you end up here? Are you hurt? Are you alright?”

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“His Majesty needed me, therefore, I am here. I am not injured. I am doing fine, except that I have become a bit uglier…heh…” The Witch was not as solemn when speaking to the Great Sage, she even seemed a bit playful.

The Great Sage said annoyed, “So you’re a bit uglier, so what? Even the ugliest witch, we’ve seen. What are you afraid of? Come here and let me see.”

“No, I’m too ugly, I can’t even bear it myself. Let’s just talk like this. And you, how are you all doing? After more than a thousand years, I thought you’d forgotten me.” The witch uttered in a low voice.

Negris and Durken were following the conversation between the Great Sage and the Witch. They simultaneously detected a sour smell. Despite the witch using ‘you’ and ‘you all’ interchangeably in her speech, the ‘all’ was basically an afterthought.

“Ah…” The Great Sage didn’t notice everyone’s strange gaze. At that moment, all of his attention was on the Witch. He sighed and said:

“Harvey and I were cornered by the Church of Light in the Land of Fallen. We only returned to the Resting Palace a few months ago. When I found you weren’t there, I thought you were dead. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have left me there. I was utterly devastated then. But thank the Lord, you’re alright, that’s a relief.”

Without missing a beat, Negris flew to Durken’s ear and whispered, “Was he utterly devastated then?”

Durken was also unclear, and hesitantly replied: “Maybe? Is it just that the Great Sage is more reserved with his feelings, so we couldn’t see it?”

“Hey, what happened? The Church of Light? That small, faith-in-light church? How bold of them to dare confront you?” The Witch’s voice seemed a little surprised.

“It’s not a small church, they were actually hiding their true strength. You may not know Harvey, he used to be a golden skeleton. Now he’s stepping into the realm of the Lord of Mourning. But even so, we were trapped in the Land of Fallen and couldn’t return.” The Great Sage stated.

“Harvey? Stepped into Mourning? How would I not know him? I know all the skeletons in Resting Palace, even the farming skeleton. How could I not know a Golden Skeleton? Does that mean, we now have three Lords of Mourning?” The Witch expressed her amazement.

“Locke is dead.” The Great Sage uttered.

“What?! Locke is dead? Who could possibly kill him?” The Witch was shocked.

“It’s the Church of Light. We don’t know who specifically did it, but Locke died in the Resting Palace.” The Great Sage replied.

This piece of information stunned the Witch beyond words and the atmosphere became silent for a moment.

Seizing the opportunity, Negris said, “Witch, do you remember me?”

A wave of spiritual energy swept over Negris: “Chatterbox dragon, of course, I remember. Your… ah, the weather is so nice.”

Negris retorted angrily: “You took away my innate skill, I remember everything now.”

“Haha, haha, the weather’s indeed fine today. Oh, where’s the sun?” The Witch chuckled awkwardly, attempting to change the subject.

Negris didn’t continue with the joke. He wasn’t as familiar with the Witch. Instead, he said: “You just said you’re familiar with all the skeletons in the Resting Palace, including the farming skeleton. So, do you know him?”

After saying this, Negris gestured towards Ange.

The Witch’s consciousness swept over Ange, “I don’t recognize him, is he not a human?”

“Ange, take off your hat.” Negris was secretly elated, so the Witch couldn’t see through Ange’s illusion technique either?

Ange took off his hat, revealing a skeletal body of gray with flashes of golden purple glow.

“I don’t know him, who is he? Why is his skeleton so strange? What level is he? His spiritual power is even stronger than mine? I couldn’t tell he was a skeleton when he had his hat on. Is he also a skeleton from the Resting Palace? Could it be the Undead Godhood is on him?”

The barrage of questions from the Witch grew more dumbfounded with each statement. Finally, in sheer amazement, she couldn’t resist sticking her head out from the edge for a ‘real’ look at Ange.

However, she quickly realized what she did and hurriedly shrunk her head back in.

Negris finally had a clear look at her. A clean, withered, cracked, and hard mummy. Her hair was dry, yellow, and falling out in clumps, draped sparingly on her scalp.

Negris couldn’t help but blurt out: “You look so withered, you know, moisturizer… uh, beauty sets, interested to find out more?”