Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 848 - 474 My Lord Please Bestow Holy Light upon

Chapter 848: Chapter 474: My Lord, Please Bestow Holy Light upon Me_2

Chapter 848: Chapter 474: My Lord, Please Bestow Holy Light upon Me_2

Could it be because the Undead Empire and the Sorcerer Alliance are both distributing supplies, thus reducing costs? Or could they be exchanging for some favorable policies?

Unable to extract any key information from Feiwo, the slave traders felt dubious but began to mobilize, sending people to Feiwo while treating their remaining slaves better.

Fearing that if the slaves were to starve or fall ill, they would miss out on any benefits issued from above.

The key couldn’t be drawn from Feiwo because there simply was none; all Ange genuinely required were the old, weak, sick, disabled, and pregnant.

Of course, he could take able-bodied laborers as well, but they were not essential, as the most labor-intensive pioneering work had been completed by Gaddarigo. The newcomers only needed to tend to the crops, occasionally weeding and dealing with rodents and pests—tasks even children could manage.

Moreover, the old, weak, sick, and disabled would soon be bustling with energy upon arriving at Ange’s place.

“These are Upgrade Beans, right? Aren’t you afraid of everyone getting nosebleeds from eating them combined with the rapeseed cakes?” Negris couldn’t help but ask as he watched Ange throw the beans into the grinder.

“No need to worry. With verification, in proper amounts,” Ange had checked and chosen the appropriate ratio.

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After finishing with the rapeseed cakes, Ange poured a potion into the Holy Water. All newly arrived slaves would have their drinking water replaced with Holy Water, superb for clearing the intestines and stopping diarrhea. Now he was adding a potion to it.

“What kind of potion is this?” Negris inquired.

“Hemel, saliva,” Ange responded.

“Pff—Insect God’s saliva? Why add that?” Negris exclaimed in shock.

“To expel parasites.” Most of the newcomers had parasitic worm issues, with some having swollen bellies like pregnant women, yet their limbs were frighteningly thin, and some had patches of different shades on their faces.

The Insect God’s saliva wasn’t an ordinary insecticide; it was a substance imbued with Divine Power that targeted only the parasites, without any toxicity that might harm the body.

After pouring the Insect God’s saliva, Ange added several bottles of Essence Liquid; most of the people had damaged intestines, and the Essence Liquid could quickly heal internal injuries.

Negris understood this but still felt the pinch; at eight thousand Demon Crystals a bottle, the Essence Liquid he poured into the water amounted to twenty to thirty thousand Demon Crystals—more than what all the slaves had cost, spent now on just a few buckets of water.

The price of slaves was incredibly low, almost like a half-sale, half-gift due to their abundance.

Indeed, the Undead Empire and the Sorcerer Alliance had both begun relief efforts, but the turmoil caused so many bankrupt farmers, it was overwhelming. Take Deloge City, for example, where Ange offered sanctuary to over ten thousand refugees.

Numerous cities across the plane were similar to Deloge.

Recently, the Sorcerer Alliance had taken in a group, but they only wanted healthy children under the age of ten.

Able-bodied workers were in high demand and had been taken away early. The remaining weak, elderly, women, and disabled people were unwanted, prompting slave traders to shout, “Room and board included!” and a crowd would swiftly gather.

Thanks to the relief from the Undead Empire and the Sorcerer Alliance, these people might not have survived otherwise. But everyone knew that the aid could not last forever, and if there were other options, plans would certainly be made in advance.

Buck and his mother came to Northern Wind City under these circumstances.

Buck was just under ten years old this year. He could have been chosen by the Sorcerer Alliance due to his age, but he was excluded because of a disability in his right hand.

His mother also suffered from serious lung disease, struggling to breathe at a brisk pace, so when he pleaded with the slave traders to give him a job, assuring them he would work hard, he was met with scorn: “What can people like you who are sick and disabled do? You’d just waste food; just go beg instead.”

Even the slave traders didn’t want him.

His mother had expressed several times that Buck should ignore her and fend for himself, but Buck refused. He could still receive food aid, and if he left, his mother might not even be able to push through the crowd to get food and could starve to death.

So when he heard that there were no restrictive conditions and that anyone who could breathe was wanted, Buck didn’t hesitate to bring his mother over.

Buck had a habit of eavesdropping on others’ conversations, and he had good hearing. So, while in line, he overheard two people whispering behind him, “The buyer this time seems really wealthy, using a Teleportation Array to transfer us over?”

“Are teleportation arrays very expensive?”

“Of course, I’ve heard from my previous master that teleporting one person costs four or five demon crystals, and selling me wouldn’t even fetch one demon crystal. And you want to use a teleportation array?”

At this moment, another voice joined in, “No, no, if we gather enough people, we can teleport together and it would cost about one demon crystal per person, depending on the distance and the person’s weight.”

“One demon crystal is still a lot. In our village, a demon crystal could buy a wife.”

The whispers of others gave Buck some important information: the person who bought them seemed very rich.

Once they had gathered enough people, the teleportation array activated, and with a flash of white light, Buck found himself in a brand new place.

“Come, come, all newcomers, please follow the order, leave the teleportation array in an orderly fashion, this way, this way.” Jamie, holding a megaphone, called out enthusiastically, directing the crowd.

This boy he had met on the road had changed drastically from when he first encountered him. Anthony could really transform people.

Buck curiously looked at this slightly older boy, and Jamie noticed him too, because the deformity on Buck’s hand was very conspicuous.

With a friendly smile, Jamie continued to call out, “Please move in an orderly manner. We have prepared food and water, you can get some over there.”

The promise of food and water made everyone move much faster.

Maybe moving too quickly, Buck’s mother immediately began to gasp for air, her breathing rapid, her lips turning purple.

Jamie noticed this and hurried over, placing his hand on Buck’s mom’s forehead, “May the Holy Light bless you.”

Buck’s mom’s condition eased quite a bit, and then Jamie had someone push over a wheeled cart, placed her on it, and pushed along, which indeed stopped her panting.

From the moment Jamie’s palm lit up with Holy Light, Buck occasionally glanced at his hand, his heart stirred with indescribable shock.

Seeing his reaction, Jamie smiled and lifted his hand to show, “This is the power Lord Ange has granted me; you can have it too.”

“I can too?” Buck’s eyes lit up.

“Of course, three months ago I was nearly starved to death on the roadside, worse off than you are now. The Lord and His Eminence saved me and even granted me power. By the way, what’s wrong with your mom?” Jamie asked.

Having recovered somewhat, Buck’s mom heard they were asking about her and spoke with difficulty, “An old problem. I get out of breath if I walk too fast. Just now, thank you…”

“You get out of breath from walking? That must mean a decline in lung function. What caused the decline? Let’s take you to His Eminence to see if he can do anything about it,” Jamie mused out loud.

Buck’s eyes brightened, “Can it be cured?” Not to mention a full recovery, even a partial improvement would be fine. He didn’t expect her to run or do heavy work; just to be able to walk normally would make Buck very happy.

Jamie laughed as if he had heard a joke, then gave an odd yet polite smile, “If Lord Ange steps in, even getting a new body is possible…”

Many sick people had already gathered around Ange, who, clad in a grey sacred robe, did not stop healing. Normally, with his speed, people wouldn’t be able to crowd around him, but Anthony strongly requested that he slow down the process.

“Why?” Ange asked, puzzled.

“Lord, if no one sees Your majesty, how can Your glory be spread far and wide? Achievements must be made public,” Anthony explained.

“Oh.” Since he didn’t understand, Ange just did as he was told.

Even though he had slowed his pace, Buck’s mom was quickly attended to and healed in no time; for this, essence liquid was even vaporized for her to inhale into her lungs.

Watching his mother stand up with an ease she had never known before and even jumping around without gasping for breath, Buck knelt down before Ange with devotion, “My Lord, please grant me the Holy Light.”