Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 493 - 290: Are We to Kill All The Believers?_1

Chapter 494: Chapter 290: Are We to Kill All The Believers?_1

In the Republic of Stellaris, the Star Image Research Institute, and the Astrology Tower, Tyrone emerged rubbing his disheveled hair, climbed into the carriage, and irritably instructed: “To the Mage Tower.”

The carriage had no horses nor a driver, yet as soon as Tyrone gave the instruction, the carriage began to move, smoothly heading forward. Anyone who saw this scene would have no choice but to marvel: A new magic technique, self-driving?

Upon arriving at the Mage Tower, Auburnli was already there waiting. Seeing Tyrone’s messy hair as he alighted from the carriage, her face immediately hardened.

Seeing her expression, Tyrone instantly realized his mistake. Hands pressed to his head, he retreated back into the carriage. Two minutes later, he reappeared with his greasy, flaky hair—reminiscent of a bird’s nest—clean and smooth, his mage robe also neat and orderly.

Alas, his split ends and the stains on the edges of his robe revealed this to be nothing more than a pretentious facade.

However, he had done enough to pass muster. Auburnli couldn’t possibly be expect him to have clean underwear too. There was no such rule.

Auburnli glared at him, grumbling, “All of you, it’s as if taking a bath or cleaning up is equivalent to losing your lives. You don’t sweep or wash dishes. If you don’t want to clean, hire a servant. It’s not like you can’t afford it. You present yourselves like refugees every day…”

Tyrone intercepted this tirade with feelings reminiscent of his student years, fearing the control of the head of discipline. What’s worse, the very same head of discipline that he dreaded back then was still holding sway over him. It was unbearable.

In order to put a stop to this barrage of nagging, Tyrone quickly changed the subject: “Aunt Auburnli, you seem to be getting more and more beautiful. Are the techniques in the Goddess of Beauty City really that amazing? Can they cure baldness? I’d like to give it a try.”

Normally, Auburnli would dismiss his attempts of shifting the conversation and might even scold him more strictly. But as long as the Goddess of Beauty City was mentioned, Auburnli would inevitably take the bait.

With a glare, Auburnli turned the conversation around to align with Tyrone’s topic: “You’ve come to the right person. The treatments for baldness in the Goddess of Beauty City are unmatched. They are even better than skin rejuvenation treatments. When you have time, go give it a try. The state of your hair is lamentable and you’re embarrassing us in the Republic of Stellaris.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll go take a look when I have time.” Tyrone was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Auburnli immediately swung the conversation back:

“I know you think I’m a fusspot, still treating you all like children. But you must give me some peace of mind, too. You all hole yourselves up in the tower all day, either meditating, star-gazing or inventing. You can’t even keep mealtimes, let alone start dating, marrying, or having children.”

“I’ve arranged blind dates for you, but each one of you dodged and didn’t go. How are you going to get married and have kids? Do you want to see our people go extinct? Without progenies to inherit the wisdom of our predecessors, all of you will be culprits.”

Tyrone felt upon the urge to cry. More dreadful than the head of discipline is the goddess of love, who is always strenuously urging you to get married. What’s even scarier is that the head of discipline and the goddess of love are the same person.

“But we still have you.” Tyrone said with an awkward smile. The Stellaris Tower once lost its legacy and was reestablished through Auburnli’s efforts. Therefore, in theory, all mages of the Stellaris lineage are her students.

“Hmph.” Auburnli scoffed: “After serving you all, I still have to take care of your descendants? You all really don’t stand on ceremony.”

“No, no! I hear you, Aunt Auburnli. Whatever you want, just say the word. I will summon everyone immediately to get it done for you.” Tyrone conceded.

His usual tactic of changing the topic had worked numerous times but was futile today. Auburnli must have had some ulterior motives.

“It’s not a difficult task; I want to reopen the Palace of Heroic Spirits and move the statues of the Red Star to this square. We can arrange a row of benches and parasols for students to rest and converse, so that they won’t graduate without a spouse like you all.” Auburnli still couldn’t avoid sneering at the end.

“No problem, no problem. I’ll get the administrative department right on it. As for relocating the statues, Hiludi and I will handle it. But will it work? Will a row of benches pique everyone’s interest in romance?” Tyrone said with skepticism.

Auburnli gave a small smile: “You’re not a professional in everything else. I’ll find a professional to handle this. The Goddess of Beauty City will help when the time comes. If everyone can find bliss under the gaze of these statues, our teacher, Red Star, would be very happy.”

Tyrone looked solemn: “Yes, the Red Star’s radiance.”

Once this was settled, Auburnli finally ceased her nagging and said: “I asked a friend who is familiar with the Elves, and they told me that the Tree of Life had burned.”

“What? The Tree of Life burned? Why didn’t you…” Tyrone was shocked.

How is it that Auburnli did not inform him of such a significant event like the Tree of Life burning right away? Instead, she had spent so much time nagging him about getting married and having children. Could it be that having children is more crucial than the burning of the Tree of Life?

“It was saved. The Elves are rebuilding after the disaster,” Auburnli said languidly. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

“Aunt Auburnli, don’t pause dramatically when you speak. You scared me. If the Elves were in trouble, our dimension would be in chaos, and I would have no time for astrology. The movements of the Death Star have been odd lately. I suspect that the apocalypse might be upon us.” Tyrone grumbled.

The Death Star that Tyrone was referring to was not Auburnli’s title, but one of the stars in the sky that he had observed through astrology. In the Republic of Stellaris, each titled figure has a corresponding star in the sky.