Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 751 - 431 Let’s Go Sell Vegetables. _2

Chapter 751 -431 Let’s Go Sell Vegetables. _2

Upon returning, they found an additional Farm Barrier not far away.

“Where did the barrier come from?” asked Ange.

Lisa replied, “The witch lady plucked it off on her way back.”

There were farm barriers all along Eternity Road at certain intervals, providing food and air for the creatures on the road. Losing one or two wouldn’t affect the environment.

Ange was immediately itching to do something. He ran into the farm to sow seeds and fertilize the ground, stepped down, and brought forth a lush green crop.

Ange felt much more relaxed, but he had been frustrated; there was nowhere to grow vegetables in Godfall Town, he could only plant mushrooms. If it keeps going like this, he is ready to cultivate the opposite bank of the river.

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Looking at the footsteps continuing to emit fluctuations and the crops growing in a panic, Ange suddenly thought of something. It seemed he could grab the footprints and re-infuse them with Divine Power there.

This was how he did it in the Light Sea Plane, stepping on footprints on the buoyant foam board.

He stepped on a few footprints on a stone, shoved it in along with a little sapling, and Ange projected it over.

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Durken’s team now had six more alchemists. Although in Durken’s eyes, they were apprentices at best, they could help out, and the construction of the teleportation array sped up significantly.

However, once the teleportation array was built, Durken reported some bad news, “the World Transfer Station cannot be contacted.”

The World Transfer Station in the Resting Abyss is the largest teleportation array and is in the exposed Abyss Dimension. As long as you know its coordinates, it’s easy to connect.

But they couldn’t. Despite repeated attempts, Durken was unable to connect to the World Transfer Station. Instead, he sensed many openly-labelled teleportation arrays, including those belonging to some rich lords who only use the best.

“It seems impossible to connect the two worlds via teleportation arrays,” said Negris.

Everyone wasn’t too disappointed with the results, as they had calculated that the chances of success were minimal. After all, the distance between the two worlds was too far, far exceeding the transit range of the World Transfer Station.

Unless they build a World Transfer Station here as well, the probability of connection would significantly increase. Still, a project of that scale is not something they can manage currently.

Negris turned to Roxy and asked, “By the way, has there been any response to your application to upgrade the town to a city?”

Roxy shook her head, “No, no one’s paying any attention to me, I don’t know what’s going on. I sent in my report, but there’s no one to receive it, it’s like no one’s working in Northern Wind City anymore.”

When they were building the teleportation array before, for legitimacy, Roxy proposed submitting a report, applying for an upgrade from Godfall Town to a city, so they could establish a Hub Teleportation Array.

Since they are now building a Hub Teleportation Array, they can legitimately build one after an upgrade, otherwise, it would be strange for a remote small town to have a Hub Teleportation Array.

Of course, spontaneously applying for an upgrade to a city is also unreasonable. But Silver Coin explained, “No, it’s reasonable. We have grand plans, but it takes time to realize them. By upgrading the administrative level first, we could facilitate the process.”

Look, even the excuse is so lofty, even if someone wanted to nitpick, they wouldn’t know where to start. Are we not allowed to have grand plans?

Who knew that the application would sink like a stone in the sea, with no response at all.

Any report submitted in the past, even if not responded to, would usually be acknowledged with a ‘received’ reply.

Considering the current situation, Silver Coin speculated that Northern Wind City had fallen into chaos and probably no one was processing applications for administrative upgrades.

Unlike the grand empires on the Master Plane, the cites and towns here are more like fiefs. In a large area, there’s only one main city, like Northern Wind City, which is directly managed by the Undead Empire.

The other villages and cities are all granted lands, managed by their respective lords. As long as you have money, you can build cities or villages as you wish, no one will interfere.

The application Roxy made was just to make it more reasonable within the administrative structure of the Undead Empire. Even if it was not approved, they went on to build the teleportation array.

Now that no one cares, Roxy just ignores it. She goes about her business as usual. Except for the oddity of a hub teleportation array and the title of City Lord sounding better than town mayor, there is no difference.

But let it be odd. Who cares when her (strikeout) boss is so rich!

Ange sensed something, pulled out a transparent crystal bottle, uncorked it, and water rose from within, condensing to form the face Tom usually uses, saying, “Master, the quick-growth vegetable is ripe.”

The quick-growth vegetable that Ange planted in the planting sphere of the stone chamber cemetery had matured after about a dozen days.

He flew back all the way to the stone chamber cemetery, happily harvesting quick-growth vegetables, and then threw them all into the Divine Realm.

The little angel grabbed a lettuce leaf, took a bite, it was crisp and refreshing, but she couldn’t eat food. After chewing, she had to spit it out, wasting food.

Ange smacked her on the head and threw her out by the neck.

Tom pitifully said, “Master, can you take me with you? It’s so boring here, I don’t want to plant vegetables here.”

Ange tilted his head and thought, then agreed, “Okay, let’s go elsewhere to plant vegetables.”

“Uh–Can we not plant vegetables?”

“Fine, plant rice instead.” Ange nodded, he was easy to talk to after all.

“Uh, isn’t that the same? I, the grand water god…”