Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 38 - : Chapter 38 What is the use of Soul Flame?_l

Chapter 38: Chapter 38 What is the use of Soul Flame?_l

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Lord Mist and Anna rushed in, with one covering their mouths, and the other their legs, they forcefully dragged Lisa out.

“Mmm… let go of me! I want to preach to him, I want him to feel the power of my Lord, let me go!” By the time Lisa broke free, she didn’t know where she’d been dragged to.

Ange didn’t know that Lisa was working hard to spread his fame. Recently, a lot of inexplicable Soul Flame had been drifting towards him, especially the

Undead Fire near the temple. When Lisa and Oke were present, it felt as if these three things were repositories for the Soul Flame, attracting a surge whenever they got close.

But as the Soul Flame increased in number, Ange didn’t know how to use them.

Until now, Ange had found a few uses for the Soul Flame. One was as an energy source to transfer objects within the Resting Camp, such as when moving food or the Bronze Book. However, the Bronze Book not only required the Soul Flame but also a seal to be lifted, as it was sealed.

This shattered Negris’s dream of gaining its freedom, making it more fond of projecting and was now virtually always projected on Ange, giving instructions.

Fortunately, Ange was a skeleton, with no private life or else he probably would have wanted to give it more seals.

Secondly, the Soul Flame could restore Ange’s expended soul energy. This was an incredibly pragmatic use. But Ange didn’t really go through much soul energy, he didn’t fight with others. Besides using the Scythe of Death to harvest crops, he hardly used any soul energy.

Third…well… a significant amount would be used when replacing damaged bones. But Ange had found other methods of repairing bones, specifically the cool aura contained within the Resting Wind, he no longer needed to replace bones.

A surplus of Soul Flame accumulated. He, the Undead Fire, Lisa, Oke, Little Zombie, and the Angel Skeleton could consume a part of it, but they could hardly put a dent in the daily offerings of the Soul Flame from the worshippers he attracted.

Luckily, Ange had a pouch that seemed to have no bottom; he could just stuff the excess Soul Flame into it.

Moreover, with the increase of the Soul Flame, there seemed to be some subtle changes to the pouch, the magic inscriptions on it had started to increase.

Could this pouch evolve?

Ange had asked Negris about it, but strangely enough, Negris couldn’t perceive the pouch’s existence. He knew that Ange had such a pouch, but he couldn’t see it, and didn’t know why.

Since it didn’t serve much of a purpose, Ange didn’t pay much attention to this item. He was unaware that Lisa had already spread his name to Ice City.

But even if he found out, he wouldn’t care too much. He was just a simple farming skeleton; if it didn’t help with his farming, he wouldn’t give it much thought.

Two days later, covered in itch but with the area that had been touched by Lisa’s Holy Light unchanged, Chairman Silver Coin has confirmed that a miraculous event had happened to him. The woman who kept chanting ‘Lord Angel could truly cure his disease.

“Lord Mist, who was that beautiful lady from the other day? May I inquire if I could visit her?” Silver Coin approached Mist and Anna.

“Lady? What lady? Which day?” Mist appeared to be lost.

“The lady who was pulled away by you and Miss Anna that day.”

“Oh, you mean Lisa. She went home, she lives in the Extreme Northern Land, very far from here. It’s a half-year journey to get home. Are you thinking of paying her a visit? You have to be well prepared; the wind of Resting is incredibly harsh in the wild.”

“Oh, so far away. It seems that Lady Lisa is exceptionally strong, to be able to travel half a year under the harsh Resting Wind, truly impressive,” Chairman Silver Coin expressed his admiration.

He now understood why this world had such a shortage of food—the Resting Wind that comes every evening was a wind of death, no living thing could survive under it, let alone undead creatures, and even less likely crops.

A delicate-looking living human had to endure half a year under the Resting Wind to get home? Trying to fool a Slime? Only a brainless slime creature would believe such a tale.

But it was clear to see that Mist had no intention of letting them meet. Using such a ridiculous reason was clearly to discourage him.

On his way back, Silver Coin kept contemplating whether he should use his trump card. Before he could decide, he rounded a corner, and smoke suddenly flew up from the ground, turning into a phantom.

His two handmaidens instinctively wanted to do something. But he stopped them because the phantom had transmitted a woman’s voice, “When the Resting Wind blows, step outside and head left against the wind.”

Silver Coin vaguely remembered that it was the voice of that woman who was shouting ‘Lord Ange’ that day.

That evening, when the Resting Wind blew, Silver Coin stepped out of his house and began walking against the wind, toward the left. His two handmaidens were much more sensitive to the Resting Wind than he was and could not leave the house, so he went alone.

Not long after leaving the house, he was pulled into a ditch.

Over a thousand years, people have already figured out countless ways to deal with the Resting Wind, such as a large number of pits, caves, ditches, tunnels. If there’s someone with a talent for infrastructure, they could even dig a city interconnected with ditches right on the surface.

However, there was no point, there were too few people, too many ideas couldn’t be realized.

In the ditch, Chairman Silver Coin met Lisa. He was in a hurry to speak but was silenced by Lisa, who then led him through a winding path to a cave.

“Chairman Silver Coin, I’ve heard, that you wished to meet me?” Lisa finally stopped, turning to face Chairman Silver Coin.

Chairman Silver Coin rubbed his nose. He had just looked for Mist and Anna, and immediately upon leaving, he was found by Lisa. Just when had she infiltrated Ice City?

After some thought, Chairman Silver Coin rolled up his sleeves, showing the area Lisa’s Holy Light had touched that day, and asked, “You have displayed a miracle on my hand.”

Lisa smiled slightly, “That was the power of Lord Ange.”

Chairman Silver Coin pulled his sleeve even higher, revealing the rotten skin beneath, and asked, “Could you display that miracle here again, then?”

His disease had already started to break out, but due to Lisa, he had been holding back on taking his medicine. He had to clarify whether Lisa genuinely held the power to cure his condition or not.

A look of “I knew it” crossed Lisa’s face, “Just as I thought. Corrosion Scar, the devious method Church of Light uses to control individuals.”

Chairman Silver Coin was shocked, Corrosion Scar? Control method? Could his suspicion be real?