Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 20 - In the Name of Ange_1

20 Chapter 20 In the Name of Ange_1
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

‘Clean and pretty’, applied to a Witch, is a odd description. How could a Witch be clean? They can’t touch water, only dry clean, making it difficult to remove any grime completely.

Beauty is ever more elusive. The loss of moisture makes flesh lose its elasticity, causing skin to wrinkle. So, the typical witches look similar to 120-year-old elders, their faces full of wrinkles.

But the skin of this witch is smooth, showing no notable creases. Only at the neck, elbows and other joint areas, there are folds, making her look like an overly dieted… corpse.

Of course, this was only the Bronze Dragon’s perception. Ange didn’t conceive any notions of ‘clean and pretty’. All he saw was the woman witch’s robust Soul Flame and Feilin’s clean finger.

With a puzzled look at Feilin, Ange asked, “Who is she?”

Feilin’s face showed a combination of mild embarrassment and politeness, along with trepidation and extreme helplessness. He answered, “This is my wife, Lisa. My Lord, please forgive us. She got too excited. Please pardon her disrespect. If possible, could you teach her the magic technique used to purify my finger? I am willing to pay the necessary price.”

“Can it be taught?” Ange asked the Bronze Dragon in his mind. As the Purification was from the Bronze Dragon, Ange thought it appropriate to ask him.

“It can.” Negris answered somewhat maliciously, “It’s only a Level 1 Holy Light Technique. Even if we teach her, she won’t be able to use it. This is ‘Holy’ Light Magic, and belongs to the realm of Divine Arts. Without the power of faith, it can’t be manifested. Unless she can have a Soul Network or Faith Elemental Force like you, she must borrow the power of God.”

Teaching magic or other knowledge between the undead is Read its usual material.. simple, the question is not about imparting but about the ability to receive. A common skeleton doesn’t have that much intelligence. Even if you impart all the knowledge in the world to it, it still won’t be able to learn magic.

Of course, Lisa’s intelligence is not a problem, and her level of magic is high. She could learn a Level 1 Magic technique after just one attempt, but sadly, she can’t use it.

“Why is this so?” Lisa looked anxiously at her own hands. She could sense the magic being successful. The Magic Network’s loop had been established, she could feel it functioning, but no energy was being released.

“Faith, Divine Power.” Ange quoted the Bronze Dragon’s words, though he didn’t understand their meaning.

But Lisa understood, she murmured these two words with her sparkling eyes, “My Lord, please tell me your name.”

Once Lisa asked this question, Feilin behind her changed his expression drastically, subconsciously wanting to rush over and cover her mouth.

God! The Lord Observer could be the projection of the Undead King. Now, his wife was openly asking for his name. Isn’t that equivalent to directly asking a god’s divine name? The Undead King was akin to a divine spirit. This was indeed a great offense.

“Ange,” Ange casually responded, totally unfazed by the potential offense, which made the rushing Feilin stop in his tracks.

“Ange? In Ange’s name, grant me the ability of Purification and beauty to cleanse the decay and beautify the features. Purify!” Lisa chanted these words with utmost sincerity.

“???” Question marks popped up in both Feilin’s and Negris’s mind. This was a purification technique, a divine art to disperse filth and purify everything. What the hell was “Purify” – was it to cleanse the appearance?

Ange just felt the symbol condensed by Lisa’s Soul Flame in his soul was stirring.

With a nudge of thought, Ange immediately felt his power rushing into that symbol. At the same time, a sacred glow lit up in Lisa’s palm.

Negris’s eyes nearly bulged out, “This…this actually works? You, who don’t even possess divinity, are a fake god. Why can she borrow your power?”

Ange naturally didn’t understand something that Negris didn’t. Anyway, through the symbol inside his soul belonging to Lisa, his power could be directly channeled.

Lisa excitedly looked at the Holy Light in her hand, couldn’t wait to apply it to her own arm.

Her arm was gray-white skin and bone, smooth but lacking elasticity and luster, though it was certainly better to look at than the average Zombie Lich, it was still within the scope of a ‘corpse’.

Once the Holy Light shone, the abnormality on the skin was revealed. She had pulled and folded the excess skin, sticking it with some kind of glue. This way, it appeared smooth from the front.

However, such treatment required a lot of effort and she couldn’t make extensive movements.

When the Holy Light passed over it, the ‘gray-white’ on her arm immediately peeled off, revealing the rosy complexion of normal skin. Unlike the Purification technique, Lisa’s shriveled flesh surprisingly swelled up under the effect of the Face Purification Technique, regaining its luster and elasticity.

Where the Holy Light had passed, a fair, lively-looking arm appeared.

Feilin’s eyes widened as he looked at Lisa’s arm, then looked at his own fingers that looked like flayed chicken claws, disbelieving.

The Purification spell that Ange had used only removed the ‘slime’ from his finger, the flesh and blood had not been revitalized. Yet the same spell when used by Lisa could bring flesh back to life, what was the principle behind this?

Contrary to Feilin’s confusion, Negris immediately noticed the reason: “Worthy of a ‘Holy’ Light Magic, the advantage of Divine Arts is right here. The same Divine Arts, yet they have a myriad of effects because it is the power of thought. This woman not only borrowed your power genuinely, she also adjusted the effect. Her understanding of Divine Arts is deep and her faith is very firm.”

Ange didn’t fully understand the words of Negris about thought and effects and such, all he knew was that his power was borrowed, his magic power was exhausted, but the mark representing Lisa became a bit clearer.

A thick Soul Flame returned from Lisa, but this Soul Flame did not float from her to Ange’s body, instead, it emerged directly from the insignia.

This meant that even if they were not in the same dimension, as long as this insignia exists, Ange could receive Lisa’s Soul Flame.

Lisa was already excited to the point of trembling. Her right hand trembled as it lightly touched the fresh and fair left hand. The skin became indented when she applied pressure, but it immediately bounced back the moment she let go. The Q-bomb sensation, which she hadn’t experienced for so many years, made her burst into tears, even though no tears were flowing.

Feilin could sympathize greatly with his wife’s feelings. She was such a beauty-loving person, yet she was trapped in an ugly body for thousands of years. If she wasn’t afraid of becoming an Undead or specter or an even uglier corpse, she would have committed suicide a long time ago.

Now, she saw hope to restore her former look, the fact that she was able to get over it after crying twice was already very impressive.

One cast of the Face Purification Technique was enough to cover her from her fingers to her wrist, she quickly cast the spell again: “In the name of Ange…” Then she applied it on her face.

The filling up of her cheeks pushed out the skin stuck to the back of her neck, restoring its luster and elasticity.

Just like that, a cast of Face Purification Technique made Lisa live from head to toe, the whole person was rejuvenated.

For the second cast of Face Purification Technique, Negris was somewhat surprised, but by the time of the fifth and sixth time, he was so shocked that he didn’t know what to say anymore: “Why can she borrow so much of your power? It’s endless. It’s not like the moss is all over the street? My former believers, after borrowing my power once, would have to rest for several days. Is it because your spiritual power is strong and recovers quickly?”

Maybe that’s it, Ange pondered. Every time Lisa cast the purifying spell, Ange’s magic power would be exhausted. However, he had gotten used to this as he watered the fields. After each depletion of magic power, it would recover before the next spell.

Lisa’s spell-casting frequency was far less than when he was watering the fields, so he didn’t need to worry about not being able to recover. Moreover, each time she borrowed magic power, she would return an abundant Soul Flame, Ange was not at a loss.

Lisa touched her live skin joyously, it took her a good while to suppress her excitement. She slowly walked to Ange, crossed her hands on his shoulders, knelt down and said: “The former Holy Light Maiden, the apostate Lisa Augustus, pays homage to my Lord.”