Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation [Latest Chapters]

A steady stream of sea monster fat rested on the cocoon, which was quickly melted and then absorbed. The three-finger-thick fat was absorbed within a few tens of seconds.

Isn’t it a lack of calories? Fat is high in calories, so eat meat and drink oil.

As for the sea monster’s meat, it was continuously being thrown into the huge stone pot, boiling violently, and the diffuse meat fragrance made people who smelled it unable to restrain themselves from swallowing.

These days, even landlords and aristocrats can’t often eat meat. On the contrary, they are adventurers, because they run around all the year round, and they have more chances to eat meat.

It’s rare to get a chance to taste sea monster meat though.

Vanya took out a sack, put it in a large bowl, spooned a bowl of salt, and poured it all into the stone pot in one breath. At this time, even the adventurers couldn’t help swallowing.

The sea in the Danhai plane is fresh water, there is no shortage of fish, but there is a shortage of salt. Some adventurers have been here for several years, eating fish every day, and their mouths have long faded out. Now that they see so much salt, they can’t wait to pounce on it. Take a few bites.

Vanya tasted the saltiness and felt that it was all right, then took out several other sacks and spooned some spices out.

There was some commotion in the crowd, and some couldn’t help asking: “This…isn’t this the execution meal? Spices?”

On the main plane, spices are also extremely precious things, even more precious than gold. Even the nobles cannot eat spices every day, which led to the development of a dinner party called the Spice Banquet. A bunch of dignitaries and rich people dressed in bright and beautiful Clothes, get together for spice…

Those present are all poor adventurers, who have any right to eat spices, could it be an execution meal where they will be beheaded after a meal?

Everyone was so frightened by their guesses that they couldn’t think of it. It was just Vania’s casual remark. Ange planted a little for her, and she used it casually.

Silver coins collected more than a thousand kinds of crop seeds for Anger, and the elves also collected more than ten thousand kinds. Everyone should be able to understand the pain of having too many toys and not knowing which one to play with, right?

So An Ge casually asked everyone what crops they wanted, and only Waligu, Sawa and Vania raised their hands.

Waligu wanted several kinds of wood, saying that they were used to make structures. Ange put the godwood, world tree and bamboo in front of him, and he immediately changed his words: “No need, no need, these woods can be used if you can’t do it. of.”

Sawa is a pharmacist. She needs medicinal materials, and there are many kinds of them. Ange doesn’t want to bother. She only grows a few rare ones, and let her buy the rest herself. Anyway, there is a budget every quarter.

Vanya also reported several kinds of spices. Although there are many types of spices, there is no way. Vanya has only seen a few commonly used ones. Even if they are given to her, she will not use them.

But there are a few commonly used ones that are good. Put some cumin in the barbecue, put some cinnamon star anise in the stew, and the things that Vania cooks can instantly kill 99% of the cooks on the whole plane. Finally She can be regarded as a real cook, not a tauren warrior.

A group of adventurers and harvest believers licked the broth and barbecue clean. After learning that it was not the execution meal, but Vanya’s routine operation, Vanya immediately became the light sea plane, except for the harvest goddess Lisa. The most popular people outside.

After all, the one who kills people is the one who doesn’t care about the popularity…

Those in charge of cutting people are surrounding the cocoon at the moment, watching it absorb the fat of the sea monster, everyone can feel the cheerful message emanating from it, which is quite similar to a small sapling.

Ange simply turned the sapling out and put it on his head, and then let it wave its leaves there: use force—grow——

The breath of the cocoon did rise much faster.

After absorbing two or three tons of meat fat, the cocoon snapped open, revealing a chubby… pony.

It really looks like a pony, except that the face and neck are not so long, the limbs are not hoofed, a pair of small wings grow on the back, and there are fine scales on the body, it is almost the same as a horse.

Everyone immediately turned their attention to Lightning.

I was looking at the pony’s lightning curiously, and seeing everyone turned their heads to look at it, I couldn’t help being stunned: “What are you looking at me for?”

After saying this, it realized something, and quickly argued: “No, I didn’t, don’t blame me, I didn’t do anything.”

Everyone also thought it was impossible, turned their heads and continued to observe, Lisa said: “The scales on this body are a bit like dragon scales.”

Everyone looked at Negris again.

Negris was very calm: “I am a dead dragon.”

That’s right, the dead dragon can’t do anything. Everyone turned their heads and continued to observe. The pony also stared at everyone curiously with its big round eyes. After a few glances, its attention came to the cracked cocoon shell superior.

He opened his mouth wide, revealing a mouth full of razor-sharp fangs, bit the cocoon shell with one bite, easily crushed the cocoon shell, and swallowed it.

“Many oviparous animals have the habit of eating their own eggshells. Is it an oviparous one now? Don’t you say it is an insect god?” Sawa curiously moved her head and poked the cocoon shell.

With such a big head stretched out, the chubby Insect God is naturally not polite. He opened his mouth wide and wanted to bite down. If the mouth is full of fine teeth, if he is bitten, Sawa doesn’t have to think about fighting back, he can reincarnate into a headless Zombies are great.

With a thought in Ange’s mind, the chubby Insect God froze suddenly, his big round eyes revealed panic, and it found that it couldn’t close its mouth.

How to do how to do? Insect God frantically held his mouth with his front paws, trying to close it, but no matter how hard he tried, his claws couldn’t reach his chin, and he couldn’t close his mouth until Ange let go of the soul control.

The God of Worms obviously knew how powerful he was, so he lay down obediently, looked around cautiously, and finally landed on Ange, showing a flattering expression instinctively, apparently he had already discovered who was mobilizing his soul to him. control.

Ange looked at it, well-behaved, Ange looked at it, well-behaved, Ange looked at it, and the God of Worms finally lowered his head, not daring to look at Ange anymore.

Only then did Ange wave his hand, signaling it to continue eating.

The God of Worms gnawed on the cocoon shell, and it was Negris’ turn to play. He flew in front of the God of Worms, and asked tentatively, “Do you remember who you are?”

The insect god held a cocoon shell in his mouth and looked at Negris blankly.

“Do you remember your name?” Negris tried again.

The God of Insects shook his head, lay back in the cocoon shell and gnawed intently.

Negris put his paws behind his back, gestured to Ang, and then said to the insect god, “Your name is Hemel.”

The insect god raised his head, holding the cocoon shell in his mouth, his eyes were blank.

“Your name is Hemel, and Hemel is you. Do you remember that? In the future, someone called Hemel will be calling you.” Negris repeated its name three times in one breath.

The God of Worms nodded blankly, and then buried his head in the cocoon again. For the current it, nothing is more important than eating.

Negris flew back and asked Ange quietly: “How is it? When I called its name just now, did its soul fluctuate?”

Angus shook his head.

“It seems that it has really lost its previous memory, or in other words, it has a new soul.” Negris concluded.

Anger has soul control over it, so no matter how weak the fluctuation of the soul is, it is impossible to deceive Anger, and the insect god has no reaction to the name Hemel, the biggest possibility is that it does not remember the name at all .

“But, this is a god. Is it so easy to lose memory? Didn’t it mean that gods are hard to kill? If you can’t keep your memory, can you call it hard to kill?” Lisa came over, suspiciously Asked.

Negris explained: “It means that a god is difficult to kill, which means that it has a large number of believers, pious believers, and immortal beliefs. Even if it dies, as long as the believers are not dead, it will die. can rekindle the divine fire, so the gods are very difficult to kill.”

“However, it is debatable whether it is the original god who rekindled the divine fire. This is a bit like your liches. In theory, liches have a phylactery and can be reborn repeatedly, but those who can’t make a phylactery What about the lich? Will it die if the soul dissipates?”

“The same goes for gods. There are many ways for them to retain their memories. They can be sealed, engraved, and reincarnated. But if they don’t know these skills, when the godhead is broken, the rekindled fire will lose their memory. It is still a worm god, but Is it still Hummel?”

“Don’t forget, this Hemel was originally just a farmer. By chance, he became a bug god by breeding bugs. In terms of skills, he may not have as many skills as you.”

Lisa suddenly realized, and admired: “Master Naiger, you know a lot.”

“Small meaning.” Negris waved his hands indifferently, trying to control his little tail not to curl up: “You need to learn more theoretical knowledge in this area. With hundreds of thousands of believers like the goddess of harvest, we can give it a try. Can you steal the belief of the Harvest Goddess and make you a false god?”

“Is this… so exciting? I… I’m a little scared.” Lisa, who has lived for thousands of years and has seen big scenes, couldn’t help feeling a little flustered, and her legs were a little weak.

Become a god? Even if it is a false god, it is something she has never thought about in her life.

“What are you afraid of? Even if you are a god, you are just Ange’s obedience to God. The benefits are still his, and the most you can do is borrow his strength.” Negris said angrily.

It is now a slave god, and all benefits belong to Ange, and it only has the pot.

“Huh, that’s good, that’s good, that’s good, that’s good, listen to my lord.” Lisa took a deep breath, and the pressure on her body disappeared instantly, her waist was no longer sore and her legs were no longer weak.

Hey, with the help of my lord, this Lisa is familiar, and with a generous master god like Ange, there is nothing wrong with being a slave god, and you don’t have to bear the pressure.

…

In the Temple of the Holy Light, Gulianni held a scepter in one hand and a scripture in the other, standing in front of the statue and praying. This kind of homework is compulsory for the Pope every day. With his prayers, a bridge between the statue and Gulianni An invisible bridge was formed, and some invisible power was passed between them.

I don’t know how long it took, Guliani slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of golden pupils, and his whole body felt like he was about to move, ready to break out of his body.

Guliani stood there steadily, waiting for this impulse to fade away, and the golden color in his eyes dissipated. Then he put down his hands and muttered to himself: “The power is getting stronger and stronger. When I control the godhead, I must Bring down divine punishment and judge you, Antony.”

…

Anthony was so busy that he didn’t touch the ground. With Ange’s continuous supply of food, Anthony immediately had the confidence to suppress the price of food and deal with those profiteers who were hoarding.

However, before that, he issued the highest administrative order, requiring all localities to strictly investigate and not allow a grain of grain to flow out of the Eastern Diocese.

Then they began to transport the grain back from the Danhai plane continuously, and generously asked the soldiers and caravans of the major countries to help transport the grain. Even if the grain bag was accidentally broken and the full rice flowed out, they didn’t care.

Almost overnight, the news that Archbishop Anthony had obtained a large amount of grain spread throughout the eastern diocese, and grain prices began to fluctuate.

The aristocratic landlords and merchants hoarding grain acted quickly and tried to transport grain to the western parishes where grain prices were higher, but they could not be transported because of Anthony’s administrative order.

Seeing that the price of grain is loosening day by day, some people are afraid that the grain will fall into their hands, so they have to sell it at a lower price.

As long as the price falls to a reasonable range, Anthony will not refuse anyone who comes, and he will accept as much as he has, and if he does not have enough money, he will find a loan from the Silver Chamber of Commerce.

Chambada, if Negris knew, he would definitely scold Anthony again. This is no longer eating two heads, but eating three heads.

Because of the license, the Silver Chamber of Commerce has almost monopolized the bulk trade between humans and elves. Backed by elves with mines at home, the Silver Chamber of Commerce has an incomparably sufficient cash flow.

And Anthony is a high-quality lender, with a pile of high-quality real estate in his hands. If possible, even the church shrine, Anthony would dare to mortgage it.

Of course, the Silver Chamber of Commerce did not dare to accept it, only accepting those manor minerals and the like.

With sufficient funds and continuous purchase of food, Anthony’s confidence is getting stronger and stronger, the cards in his hand are getting thicker and thicker, and the room for manipulation is getting bigger and bigger.

All of this requires only a little initial investment, and Ange’s 100,000 tons of grain is the lever to leverage all of this.

Now, as long as the food is distributed to the affected areas, the Eastern Diocese may survive this disaster year.

However, these require very meticulous paperwork. Anthony has been signing documents for the past few days. Healing light.

A black figure quietly entered the room.

Anthony decisively lifted the table in front of him, threw out all his defensive skills, and shouted in his heart: My lord, help me! ! !

Being able to enter his room quietly is definitely not the kind of person who is easy to deal with. He dares to assassinate him under such circumstances. He is absolutely sure. No matter what, call for help first, anyway, Ange is not collect money.

The black shadow lightly caught the table, and said awkwardly: “Uh, Mr. Bishop Anthony, it’s me.”

Anthony took a closer look: “Shamala, why is it you? You want to scare me to death.”

Except for the assassin, indeed only Shamara, who has the ability of premonition, can run in quietly.

The guard outside the door rushed in when they heard the movement, but was immediately stopped by Anthony: “Don’t come in, close your eyes, and get out.”

Shamara is a fallen angel, seeing her appear in his room, even Anthony’s holy water couldn’t wash it away.

The guards hurriedly withdrew, only seeing a graceful figure from the back, and they were shocked in their hearts: It’s over, I’ve ruined the good deed of the Bishop.

Shamara said embarrassingly: “I just want to come to you, and I hope you can tell Master Ange that six gods are needed.”

“Six gods? What needs six gods?” Anthony asked puzzled.

Shamara was even more embarrassed: “I don’t know, when Luna and I practiced the possession of the Holy Spirit, my strength increased greatly, and the voice in my heart told me desperately, I want six gods, where can I find six gods?” God? Go and talk to Master Ange.”

“It’s late, you can tell him yourself.” Anthony said angrily.

Thanks to the old driver of Shuiren, good luck, the squirrel who wants to eat leaves, god horse. tipping