Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 29 - : Chapter 29: The Farmland was Burned _1

Chapter 29: Chapter 29: The Farmland was Burned _1

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

In an era without industrialized sugar production, sweetness was a very luxurious sensation. It brought high calories, but also made the brain secrete more hormones, which would soothe negative emotions such as sadness and pain. Hence, some people overeat and drink excessively when they experience heartbreak, primarily to intake sugar.

Without sugar, the primary sources of sweetness were honey and some high-sugar natural crops, such as sugar beet, a crop with a sugar content of up to forty percent and a very important sweet crop.

Regrettably, sugar beets were hard to grow in the underground city and even in this world. It was not just about food sufficiency, the light conditions needed for sugar beets could not be met in the underground city.

Sugar beets require a long period in high-light conditions for the starch in them to convert into sugar. This condition could not be met in the underground city or even in this world.

However, Ange is precisely a farming skeleton, with farming as his main occupation and growing crops as a side job.

Originally, there were sixty skeletons on the farm, each responsible for fifty acres of farmland. Some grew vegetables, others grew crops. When the undead’s souls disappeared, only Ange was left on the farm. When he saw the crops in other fields wither day by day, he couldn’t hold back his natural instincts and took care of other fields to his best ability.

Of course, he could not manage the three thousand acres of farmland alone, even if he were divided in two. As a result, he could only tend to a few types of crops, and the rest could only be left to wither.

Sugar beet happened to be the main crop that Ange planted. The scale of planting was only slightly less than that of food crops, but its yield was higher, and its storage amount in the grain storage was even larger than that of food. It was something cheaper than food crops.

Forty pounds of sugar beets for forty pounds of food? Ange pulled out forty pounds of sugar beet, only to realize that under the influence of the Breathing Soil, the sugar beet was dehydrated, and its weight was only seventy percent of the original weight.

“That’s too much, too much. It’s an equal exchange. Sugar beet is worth more than ten times the grain. Four pounds would be enough for me.” Aisike looked at the mountain of beets that were transferred out, his eyes glowing, but he had to reluctantly refuse.

Not only is sugar beet over ten times more expensive than grain, but it is also priceless because there are no sugar beets on the market. Even if he was only given four pounds, Aisike would have made quite a profit.

Although the forty pounds of beet that Ange pulled out there made him envious, he did not dare to take advantage of it. He thought this rule was set by Ange, and it was a rule only as long as Ange was willing to abide by it. If Ange does not adhere, then he does not even have the right to bargain.

So, if you do not have the ability to maintain the rules and you do not have the ngnt to Dargam, never, ever try to DreaK lt.

Equal exchange? Ange tilted his head, with a greater supply of sugar beet in the granary, easier cultivation, and a price so much higher than grains, wouldn’t it be more rewarding to grow sugar beet?

Having received his reward, Aisike rolled up his sleeves energetically and embossed the magic array for Ange.

“Engrave it here. The angle is just right. It can cover the largest area.” Aisike gestured a few times and found a suitable location. The location was in the middle of the cliff, and Aisike needed to climb up to reach it.

Taking a look, Aisike said awkwardly: “I am going to find a rope, it’s too high, not easy to exert force.”

Ange tilted his head and asked: “Can you fly?”

Aisike replied sheepishly: “I can’t keep it up.”

As an Intermediate Mage, Aisike can fly in short bursts, but he can’t sustain it. He can respond to emergencies like climbing walls, but he cannot hover and perform intricate tasks like engraving magic arrays.

Ange extended his hand. The pollen granting spell was cast on Aisike, lifting him off the ground.

Aisike was startled, but he relaxed when he realized that Ange had done it. Rubbing his hands together, he decided to perform well in return for Angels sugar beets.

One hour passed, two hours passed, three hours passed… Aisike nervously looked back from time to time, screaming in his heart: “No way, no way? Can anyone really hold on for such a long time?”

Three hours had passed, and Ange just kept holding him up steadily, showing no signs of instability. This was simply incredible. Even a Great Magician would not have such an enduring ability.

Before, Aisike only speculated Ange’s capabilities through Feilin’s treatment of him. Now, however, he truly felt the immeasurable, endlessly vast, and cyclically unending power emanating from Ange.

Although he only needed a Level 1 Wind Magic to lift him, maintaining such a stable output was much more difficult. Standing on one leg might seem simple, but standing on it for three hours is a different story.

Such a feat could only be achieved by an Arcane Magician. Considering Ange was a projection, his power had to be at least that of a Truth Mage. He was divine. It was indeed likely that Ange was a projection of the Undead King.

Aisike could now understand why Feilin treated him with such reverence.

Awe-inspiring as it was, Aisike didn’t realize there was a figure in this world who spent over three hundred years mastering Level 1 magic solely for watering crops; this was a major misunderstanding.

It took a solid four hours to complete the engraving of the Illumination Array. Aisike wanted to make a good impression, and since the array was larger, it required more effort and time.

Task completed, Aisike cheerfully left with his four jin of beetroot, utterly oblivious to the derision of Negris within Ange’s soul:

“The magic array is truly appalling—too many unnecessary magic circuits, low energy transformation efficiency, high energy consumption, and there’s no stable structure. Once the release process begins, it’s strong at first then weak. Initially, it’s almost blinding, and then later, it becomes too dim to make out an ant. Awful.”

“Without systematic array training, such problems are a given. An Illumination

Spell with this kind of magic circuit will likely have low efficiency, which isn’t fatal, but assuming it’s a stable array presents a significant issue.” Ange tilted his head: “Oh.”

“Don’t just say ‘oh’. Fly up, and I’ll tell you how to modify it.”

“Oh.” Ange began to fly. Under Negris’s guidance, he fixed the magic array and then poured in magic power. The magic array flickered momentarily, then steadily emitted a bright light, illuminating the entire sky pit.

Basking in the bright light of the Illumination Magic Array, Ange suddenly had a thought: “Can Rain Technique…be engraved into an array?”

“YOU can engrave It, but that rain spell IS your own creation. It heeas to be changed into a Magic Glyph, planarized, and made combinational. As you’ve never learned magic array, how are you going to convert it? Why not directly use a Water Ball Technique Array instead? It’s ready-made.” Negris replied.

Ange shook his head: “Water Ball Technique…doesn’t water the ground, Rain

Technique…waters the ground, you teach.”

Negris was now used to Ange’s way of speaking and grasped the meaning instantly. He sighed with a hint of resignation and retorted, “You’re surprisingly stubborn about planting. What is the difference? Isn’t it all water? If someone is dying from thirst, couldn’t your Rain Technique be used to save them? You can learn, I guess. We aren’t doing much else…”

Ange had stopped listening by that point, absorbed in thought: Can Rain Technique save someone dying from thirst?

It reminded him of the man who activated the Teleportation Array – he had died a horrific death due to a lack of water. Could the Rain Technique have saved him?

It seemed feasible. Why didn’t he think of it at that time? Ange executed a Rain Technique and watched the light drip of water in his palm, lost in thought.

A gust of wind disrupted him as Aisike flew back through the passage, anxiously exclaiming, “Your Lordship, it’s terrible! Your farm has been burned down!”.

The farm was burned down! Ange was so shocked his soul trembled. He looked at Aisike, and in those hollow eye sockets, there flickered a flame of fury that made Aisike’s heart throb.

Lifting his hand, the water in his palm transformed into sharp ice crystals and brutally hit the ground.

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