Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 49 - : Found Two Maid Servants_l

Chapter 49: Chapter 49: Found Two Maid Servants_l

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It is difficult for those who constantly chant the mantra of dieting, to understand how marvelous the taste of ‘sweet’ is to people in this world, many of whom do not know what sweetness is at all in their lifetime.

In the Prime Material Plane, there are natural sources of sweetness like honey, fruits and such, but they are almost nonexistent in this world.

Thanks to being the children of the City Lord, Luther and Anna have had the chance to taste beetroot, a rare source of sweetness, but they could not indulge in them freely. If they could eat three to five per year, it would be considered quite good.

They are rather worse off in this regard. If you have never tasted sweetness, you will not perceive bitterness. But once you had tasted sweetness, all the days without it would seem bitter.

Aisike offered to trade beetroot for grain, but in reality, even several times more grain could hardly get beetroot due to its low yield.

Luther had been on the run for several months. Now even a decent meal was hard to come by, let alone beetroot; how could he not look at it with glowing green eyes?

With a word of thanks, Luther took the beetroot and bit into it without holding back. As he bit into it, his eyes widened.

The beetroot that Ange took out was not fresh, but a thousand-year-old stored beetroot. Logically speaking, beetroot that has been stored for so long should have dried out and be hard to eat, but it is not so.

The cellar full of Breathing Soil could inhibit all life activities, even bacteria could not reproduce, while allowing crops to dehydrate.

The sugar content of beetroot can reach ten to twenty percent. After dehydration, the volume decreases but the sugar content rises dramatically. The whole process is completed under the environment of the Breathing Soil, which leads to the formation of syrup inside the beetroot. It tastes a bit like honey. A bite into it is forty to fifty percent sugar, plus the fresh aroma of plants. It’s sweet and flavorful, an explosion of taste.

“Mmm-?? , Luther’s eyes squinted with delight.

The only one among the crowd who could understand his feeling was Aisike, only because he had tasted Ange’s beetroot before. The taste still made him involuntarily salivate when he thought about it.

Ange brought out a bag, which was denser and thus heavier than grain, probably about thirty pounds.

Seeing her brother enjoying his meal, Anna could not resist trying one. After taking a bite, her eyes squinted as well.

“Is it really that delicious?” Lan questioned with a doubtful pout.

Unfortunately, the others were witches, so they had no taste and couldn’t try it.

Only the Little Zombie quietly approached, grabbed one, and took a bite, but before he could swallow it, he was slapped in the head by Ange.

When a necromancer eats, it can cause the esophagus to rot. Some zombies do not have an esophagus, but it wouldn’t be good if other parts rot instead. What if it wears through and falls out from the stomach?

Luther demonstrated the terrifying power of a Sword Saint as he managed to consume about five pounds of beetroot in one breath!

After finishing, he was still not satisfied, flexing his muscles, a fighting spirit erupted from his body.

He performed a few stretches, then incredulously told Anna, “I feel full of energy right now. God, this beetroot fills the stomach so quickly.”

How could it not? With a sugar content close to forty percent after saccharification, eating five pounds of beetroot was almost like consuming two pounds of sugar directly, a calorie explosion. freewebno(v)el

After metabolizing some of it with fighting spirit, Luther’s stomach space was freed up again. He took up another beetroot to continue eating, but now that there was something to buffer his stomach, he wasn’t eating in such a hurry. He even casually lifted the beetroot towards Ange to indicate, “It tastes fantastic.”

“Brother, where have you been? Our home has been destroyed,” Anna complained.

If Luther hadn’t sneaked off. with him holding down the fort. even if Ice City’s gate had been broken through, the enemy would not dare to enter. The power that a Sword Saint could exert in street battles would make people prefer to level the city rather than engage in urban combat.

Luther swung his arm and threw down the bundle on his back: “I went to the Demon Valley. I was originally after the guy who burned the farmland in my Ice City, but he escaped from the hot spring. So I went straight to the Demon

Valley due to anger to demand him from them.”

“Only two of the three main leaders of Demon Valley were present. They said Turus was the one who burnt the fields and that they had driven Turus away. I don’t believe them. If they couldn’t hand him over, I decided just to sneak in and cut them down.’

Luther said angrily, opening the bundle to reveal four large curved demon horns. A demon who could grow such large horns was absolutely a high-level devil.

Just as he finished speaking indignantly, he turned his head and saw strange expressions on the faces of Anna, Lan, and the others. He couldn’t help asking, “What’s wrong?”

Anna timidly said, “They could be telling the truth, indeed. Turus was the one who burnt the fields and got slaughtered by Lord Ange.”

Lan speculated, “So you ran off suddently not to skive off, but to chase after Turus? Turus, being hunted by you, didn’t return to Demon Valley but ran to

Witch City, because he was driven out and couldn’t go back?”

A cold wind blew past, and the three from Ice City looked at each other, stunned…

After a while, Luther weakly said, “Are you saying they didn’t lie, and I killed the wrong people?”

Anna and Lan nodded.

“Uh, this is too… Well, anyway, I didn’t like them much. They were too brutal to the human slaves in the Demon Valley, each one of them was skin and bone. After I cut them down, I warned the others to treat humans better, or else I’ll come back and cut them down.” Luther huffed and took a big bite of beetroot to vent his frustration at killing the wrong people.

Then he remembered another thing: “Who’s this Lord Ange you’re talking about?”

Anna and Lan quickly pulled him aside and quietly described Ange and the others’ situation, along with a lot of information they speculated from it.

Observer? King’s projection? Angel skeleton? Bronze dragon? Power of Holy light? Reopening of the temple? Saint Lisa? He had only skipped home for a few months, and so much had happened?

Luther listened, meanwhile glancing curiously in Angels direction, only to be horrified to find that Ange’s arm had disappeared. It was clearly there moments ago. The shoulder was still shrugging — what was happening?

Having been accustomed to seeing the strangeness, Anna and Lan said, “Lord Ange is planting crops. His hand is stretching into another world to plant crops.” When it came to planting crops, they both couldn’t help but curl their lips. Who could have thought that Lord Observer would have such an adorable hobby?

“Boundary-crossing Hand, just for farming?” Luther didn’t know what to say, staring dumbstruck at the beetroot in his hand and couldn’t help asking, “Does the Lord still accept followers….”

Of course, Luther would not sell himself just for a few beetroots, but he often brought a variety of things to exchange for beetroot – starting with those four demon horns, which he traded for half a bag of beetroot.

Seven days later, Luther dragged the corpses and equipment of three heavy shield soldiers and two live female priests to look for Ange: “Lord, I have found two maids for you. Besides, I have gotten some great news. If you give me a few more bags of beetroot, I will tell you this good news..”

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