Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 1700 - 1261: How Did Business Come to This Point?

A bamboo stick insect monster that looked similar to Gampasa but was larger came scuttling over, peering behind Gampasa without any sense of boundary.

Gampasa shifted position to block Ange and the others behind him, awkwardly saying, "It’s nothing, nothing at all."

Ange had just tossed the insect egg into a pit, and hiding now would waste the Chaos Mist, so everyone got ready for a fight, and Anthony even flew up directly to see if he could outwit the opponent.

"Oh, it’s just a subspecies? Just a subspecies, why are you hiding, little Papa?" said the larger bamboo stick insect.

Anthony had a sudden thought and immediately responded, "Haha, mainly because we just got here and we don’t know the situation well. We don’t want to run into too many unexpected events. Are you Gampasa’s companion?"

"Gampasa? Little Papa? Did you name it? That sounds nice; it’s my child," said the larger bamboo stick insect.

"Pfft, you’re its father?" Anthony asked in surprise.

"Father? What a strange term, like those creatures use. Did you come from the outside? We don’t have genders; I’m its creator," the larger bamboo insect replied.

Anthony pouted; this was why he brought Gampasa along, because they were too easily exposed here. Not familiar with the situation, a few conversations could reveal their identities.

"Yes, we just came back from outside, interacted with some humans, and learned a lot of their behaviors and language," Anthony explained, while secretly gesturing to Luther, ready to subdue it at any moment.

"Oh, you came back from outside too, probably to inquire about the anomaly of the God Star, right?" said the larger bamboo stick insect.

Too? Anthony’s heart skipped a beat; he quickly made a ’pause’ gesture, then asked, "Have many subspecies returned?"

"Many, many subspecies have returned. They thought the God Star was going to explode, so they hurried back to gather news. Since you can give names, can you give me one too?" the larger bamboo stick insect said.

"Why do you want a name? Did you not have one before? What were you called?" Anthony asked.

"I’m called Big Papa, but there are too many called Big Papa, it doesn’t sound nice. Gampasa sounds much better; I also want a unique name," the larger bamboo insect said.

That makes sense. The Celestial Descendant Clan doesn’t need names, because they can recognize each other by their aura, each unique like Magic Patterns. But in conversation, calling each other by their Magic Pattern doesn’t work, right?

Originally, the Celestial Descendant Clan should communicate like the Undead, directly through souls or thoughts, but for some reason, both on the side of the Star Progeny Master and here with Gampasa, they preferred to communicate using language.

With language, names are very important. They can’t be repeated or similar, or it would be confusing, and they shouldn’t sound unpleasant.

"Then how about calling you Dagonsas, how’s that? Sounds nice," Anthony randomly named.

"Dagonsas? Sounds good, call me Dagonsas from now on, little Papa," Dagonsas said happily. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Gampasa said grumpily, "Call me Gampasa, or I’ll call you Big Papa."

"Alright, alright, Dagonsas, what are you doing here? How did you come here? Why didn’t you bring your child along?" To prevent them from continuing to argue about names, Anthony quickly changed the subject.

Dagonsas said, "I was captured and brought here. The Star Descendant who caught me branded me and then dumped me here, saying they’d call me when they found a buyer."

"..." Captured and brought here? Branded to be sold? Could it be that it’s a slave now?

Anthony suddenly had a bad premonition: "What is this place? Is it a place specifically for selling you?"

"Yes, little Papa... Gampasa, did you bring it here to sell too? I see it also has a brand," Dagonsas asked curiously, with a tone nowhere matching a slave about to be sold.

Anthony felt a bit like spitting blood. After chatting for so long, it only now mentioned it was a slave, and that this was a Slave Market? It didn’t seem like a slave at all!

Besides, shouldn’t ’sub’species be a tier below the Celestial Descendant Clan? Why does it think he brought Gampasa to sell it?

"Because all subspecies have owners. In the owner’s mind, whoever has the higher status listens to whom, and I don’t think little... Gampasa’s status could be higher than yours. It’s so dumb," Dagonsas explained naturally.

So that’s it; a parent wouldn’t be unaware of the quality of its own child. It can only be sold, not sell others.

"Who usually buys you? Buy you for what?" Anthony curiously asked.

Dagonsas thought for a moment and said, "Maybe they’ll buy to eat it."

"Pff—Eat it?" Negris spat out a mouthful of metaphorical old blood, not shocked that Dagonsas would be eaten, but shocked by its tone. Why are you so calm about being eaten?

"Yes, we are so weak and have no special skills. Besides being eaten, I don’t think anyone would buy me," Dagonsas said matter-of-factly.

"Can’t you run away?" Negris asked.

Dagonsas replied, "I can’t run. I have a brand, so I’d be found, and my child is so weak that apart from being eaten, what else could come of it?"

Negris took a moment to understand what Dagonsas was getting at; Gampasa was attentive in nurturing its child, hoping it could upgrade and evolve, and then upgrade it in return.

But Dagonsas’s child was already set, unable to evolve further, naturally unable to upgrade it, so aside from being eaten, there was no other hope.

But the issue is, why are you talking about being eaten so nonchalantly, is that reasonable?

Negris wanted to say more, but Anthony interrupted, his face breaking into a familiar smile, "Gampasa, show off your level."

Gampasa had been waiting for this moment to flaunt its strength, and it floated up; it was now a flying bamboo stick insect.

Dagonsas fell back onto the ground in disbelief. Was this still its child? How did it become so strong?

Scared? Good, the more shocked it is inside, the easier it is to accept the conditions it normally wouldn’t accept.

This habit of lowering the opponent’s expectations before negotiating had become instinctive for Anthony, even though he realized these Celestial Descendant Clan had a different thought process than theirs, but it was still a habit.

At this moment, a small figure ran over hastily, saying, "Oh, a flying Star Descendant? Is it also a slave? Hello, is this Star Descendant for sale?"

Everyone turned their eyes to the small figure, and upon seeing its form clearly, all simultaneously showed a shocked expression. That figure was a Goblin?

Even more absurdly, the Goblin’s clothing was embroidered with a Silver Light Mercantile Company emblem. Silver coin, oh silver coin, how did your business extend here?

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