Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 747 - 430: To Treat or to Repair?_1

Chapter 747 -430: To Treat or to Repair?_1

Little Angel wanted to release Holy Light Flash, but Ange pulled her back. Little Zombie leaped down directly and sprinted across the moat over the surface of the water as she was about to hit it.

Soul Armor surged up around her, wrapping her whole body and materializing two hoes in her hands.

“Death Sword Saint! It’s the Death Sword Saint! Everyone be careful!” The pursuing knights cried out in fear.

“Death Sword Saint? What nonsense is that? Oh, they think that Little Zombie is a human, and is armorizing the Soul Armor, believing it’s the Death Sword Saint? Does such a profession exist in this world? When did it learn to walk on air?” Dragon Ovum Negris muttered.

“Death Sword Saint? There is one, a profession that practices Soul Fighting Spirit. They are all as thin as zombies, how can they mistake this?” Roxy unsheathed her sword and roared, “Then I can pretend to be a Death Swordsman, attack!”

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After saying this, she ran down the castle with her longsword.

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“Where are you running to?” Negris asked, puzzled.

“I’m going down to take a boat, I can’t jump across!” Roxy shouted as she ran down the steps.

“…Has she never learned how to use her own Soul Energy?” Durken and Negris looked at each other.

By the time she managed to row to the other side, Little Zombie had nearly finished the fight. Facing the oncoming enemies, she sent out a Breath of Death Shockwave with each attack, then charged towards them, crashed, jabbed, crashed, jabbed…

The rest were beaten black and blue by Little Angel, who was restricted from doing any considerable damage.

After tying up the remaining alive enemies and bringing them back to the castle, Roxy muttered dejectedly, “I’m so weak.”

The arrival of Ange and the others hit her self-confidence. She originally thought she was the most powerful witch in the desert, but she didn’t expect that even a little girl that Ange casually brought over was much fiercer than her.

What she didn’t know was that Ange had restricted Little Angel from using the Power of Holy Light, otherwise it would have been even worse.

After all, this is a world of the Undead, there’s no need to show too many things from the Church of Light, lest it draws too much attention. Even Ange had taken off his Holy Spirit Armour.

“You are indeed quite weak, forget it, I’ll give you a break.” Negris flew over and tapped her forehead with his little claw.

A stream of information flowed into Roxy’s soul, all about basic techniques of Soul Energy manipulation.

Among the people who had escaped, one of them quickly returned and knelt down by the riverside, their voice full of gratitude, “Thank you, thank you for saving our lives. The Doralite Clan will always remember your kindness. We have nothing to return your favor at this moment of crisis, please accept this token of our appreciation.”

He took out something from his bosom and placed it on the ground, he bowed his head a few more times, then carefully backed away, got onto his horse and rode away.

“This guy, quite polite.” Dragon Ovum Negris was pleased and flew down happily.

Though Little Angel and Little Zombie didn’t save them intentionally, the knowledge that they appreciated their assistance cheered them up.

What that guy left behind was a badge made of pure gold, weighty and probably a few ounces heavy, equivalent to more than a dozen gold coins.

“They gave away their family insignia as gratitude, they must’ve hit rock bottom. Huh, why does this imprint look familiar?” Negris flew up holding the weighty gold badge.

“Kvada, is it this heavy? No no no, am I this weak? Ange, if you don’t enlarge my body soon, I will pull your vegetables!” Negris returned in soft curses, the word ‘vegetables’ barely audible.

“Durken, look at this imprint, doesn’t it look like the imprint of your King of Alchemy?” Negris pointed at an imprint on the badge.

After taking a look and comparing it with his Gold-touch Stick, Durken said, “Indeed it is my hidden insignia, even though it has some changes, but the main body is indeed my hidden insignia. How could an aborigine badge here have my inscription?”

Master craftsmen often insert their inscription in less conspicuous places as a form of signature, and proof against theft. For example, the inner wall of a wine pot spout, stitching on genuine silk lingerie, the base of a statue.

A person might find it difficult to discover these hidden inscriptions when the piece is intact unless they use special means or break it.

If someone re-produces a similar artifact, they would typically miss out on the hidden inscription thus becoming an easy give-away.

This inscription was Durken’s anti-theft mark. He had adopted some simplified lines, allowing him to inscribe it in small corners.

Even though Durken’s official inscription was slightly different and more complex, and contained more lines, they bore a resemblance to each other, and anyone could discern a connection between the two inscriptions upon comparison.

“Could it be that some of your work have drifted here, and someone discovered the hidden inscription, thought it looked nice, and plagiarized it as a family insignia?” Negris speculated.

Durken rolled his eyes, “Do you think that’s possible? Even His Majesty and Ange can only project their thoughts here, how could any of my works drift here?”

A thought flashed across their souls: “House of the Deceased!”

“Someone found the hidden inscription I left in the House of the Deceased and stole it to use as the clan’s insignia?” Durken speculated.