Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 910 - 501 Part 2 I Heard the God of Knowledge is

Chapter 910: Chapter 501 Part 2: I Heard the God of Knowledge is Very Poor

Chapter 910: Chapter 501 Part 2: I Heard the God of Knowledge is Very Poor

Of course, the tables and chairs were also made of stone, which is why they have been preserved until now.

Anthony said, “Although I don’t know how many years it has been abandoned, from the looks of it, definitely not thousands of years, at most around three or four hundred years. It seems His Majesty really did have it built for you afterwards.”

Finally, Grey couldn’t help herself, “Who exactly is Your Majesty you’ve been mentioning all this time?”

“The Undead King,” Anthony replied.

“Pfft—what?”

Everyone expected her to be greatly surprised and didn’t mind, instead starting to search the surroundings.

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“There’s a passage over here.”

“There’s another one over here, too.”

“Awo!” Little Angel fluttered down from a third-floor seat, holding a bunch of flowers.

Negris glanced at it and said in surprise, “Huh? Fresh flowers? Where did you find them?”

Little Angel pointed to the seat, the flowers still vibrant, indicating something. Someone had been here recently.

“There’s a small piece of paper, take it out and see what’s written on it,” Negris said.

Ange picked it up and took a look, while Negris read out loud the words on the paper, “O omniscient God of Knowledge, please bless our adventure’s success, unravel all mysteries, and grant us your legacy.”

Anthony took over and sniffed it, “There’s still a slight scent of ink. This was written not long ago, I estimate the person who wrote this note is still around here.”

“Why would anyone be here? Turn them off, turn them all off, your torches and bright lights,” Negris hurriedly said.

Confused, Grey asked, “Do we really need to be this careful? This note looks like it was written by a kid, surely we don’t need to be afraid of them, right?”

“Am I scared? I’m worried about scaring them off, then the fun will be over. Hurry, extinguish it,” he said.

Everyone turned off their lights in succession, and Anthony spread his hands, “Teasing kids is one of Lord Nage’s pleasures.”

Negris chuckled twice, his attention returning to the note, “Is this a message from my followers? Blessing their successful adventure? What does it mean to unravel all mysteries? To gain my legacy? Do I really have a legacy left here?”

“I’m more curious about how they got in here. Scarecrow Wuga has been wandering around this area for a while, and it seems he’s been at it for quite some time. Who would dare to enter within Wuga’s wandering range? This scarecrow is one both the Sorcerer Alliance and Council of the Undead have warned me to be careful of,” Anthony commented.

Grey widened her eyes, asking in confusion, “Lord Anthony, are you saying that ‘both’ the Sorcerer Alliance and the Council of the Undead have warned you about him? They…”

Grey emphasized the word “both” with a heavy tone, clearly puzzled as to why both of these archenemies would warn Anthony.

“Oh, I’m quite familiar with both of them, you’ll find out more in due course,” replied Anthony.

Grey blinked her large eyes, utterly bewildered.

Thinking aloud, Negris said, “Could it be because of Wuga that they had the opportunity to come in? Normally, a place like this would have guards or be sealed. Maybe it was Wuga who scared the guards away?”

“It’s possible,” said Anthony.

Just then, Ange suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the passage on the left, “Someone’s coming.”

“Quick, quick, quick, let’s hide. Hehe,” Negris urged them, his voice brimming with anticipation.

Kvada, after planting in the Northern Wind Desert for so long, even a forest had sprung up, finally had a chance to come out and play, and with children who worshiped the God of Knowledge, at that, How could we not play well?

Everyone hurriedly hid with great enthusiasm, and Grey watched, unable to restrain an inward snipe, Who’s really having fun here?

Not long after everyone was hidden, a voice came from the passageway, “So tired, completely clueless, let’s get some food first, it’s inconvenient to make a fire inside, we’ll cook in the Hall of Knowledge.”

A weak female voice chimed in, “Is that alright? Cooking in the Hall of Knowledge, won’t the God of Knowledge mind?”

“Oh come on, how could that be? Those yearning for knowledge need to eat as well, else where would the energy to study come from? The God of Knowledge won’t mind. Aren’t you always snacking during class, and the teacher has never hit you for it,” said the first male voice in response.

“Oh, true, sigh, if only the God of Knowledge could merge with the God of Farming, then eating what’s grown could impart knowledge, how wonderful that would be. I wouldn’t have to stay up studying until dawn, losing hair from lack of sleep,” the female voice lamented.

“Great idea, why don’t you go persuade the God of Knowledge? Then none of us would need to study, just eat. The more you eat, the more knowledge you get, and the fattest people would surely be the most knowledgeable,” the man exclaimed, clapping his hands in approval.

The woman voiced even more distress, “Oh no, I don’t want to become a huge fatty, I’d rather stay up late and lose hair.”

Hearing this, everyone couldn’t help but laugh, and Anthony gave Ange a look, The God of Farming and the God of Knowledge really are one and the same.

Following these two voices, a male and a female mage emerged from the passageway. Seeing their green robes, they were clearly junior wizards, and there was an odd symbol emblazoned on their chests.

Seeing that symbol, everyone couldn’t help but turn to glance at Grey, who had the same exact symbol on her chest.

Grey whispered in surprise, “The emblem of the True Research Group, our association’s people? What a coincidence.”

“I think it’s more about audacity, actually. Why would two novice, greenhorns dare to come here?” Negris scoffed.

Their green junior robes signified that these two mages were at most third-level; mages of such rank didn’t even have the qualification to take on outside work. The average Mercenary Group wouldn’t recruit wizards of this caliber, who could only register as freelance mercenaries. Yet here they were, daring enough to seek adventure?

The two wizards clumsily set up the fire to roast pancakes, started a pot for oil and hung a kettle for water, evident novices, not like those accustomed to living in the wild, but leveraging the Torch spell and Water Condensing spell, they managed to get the tasks done successfully.

As they worked and talked, the female wizard asked, “Senior, would the God of Knowledge really leave behind a divine inheritance? I’ve heard the God of Knowledge is quite poor, the most valuable thing being books.”

Luckily, Negris’s flush wasn’t visible on Ange’s shadowed face.

Indeed, he had always been poor, not like Giant Dragons that relished shiny treasures; Negris had preferred books, amassing a cave full of them. But before he had even died, insects and vermin had nearly devoured them.

Later, when someone stumbled upon his cave and went inside, they came out in tears, having found just a handful of books not completely fallen to ruin, even losing money on the trip intended for treasure hunting.

“Don’t worry, although the God of Knowledge was poor, let me tell you a secret, this temple might have been built by the Undead King.”

“How could that be?” exclaimed the female wizard in shock.

The male wizard spoke dismissively, “Why not? An eternally undying monarch would naturally possess the most profound knowledge, it’s even possible that the monarch is the God of Knowledge himself.”

“But… but the statue is clearly a dragon.” The female wizard murmured, unable to associate the God of Knowledge with the Undead King, she hadn’t even considered that angle before.

“That dragon looks crafty, definitely not possible, probably just a mount,” the male wizard said dismissively.

Negris muttered annoyed, “Kvada, you’re a mount, your whole family are mounts.”

“Let’s drop it, back to that last puzzle in the corridor, have you figured anything out yet?” the female wizard, unable to prove anything, decided to change the subject.

“Not a clue, what’s the God of Knowledge’s name anyway? Isn’t it just ‘God of Knowledge’? Does he have another name?” the male wizard said, upset, “We’ve solved celestial deviation algorithms, magic circuit functions, and multilayer stacking equations to get to this last challenge, and now this question. Who knows what the God of Knowledge is called?” he said in frustration.

Suddenly, a voice rang out beside the female wizard Tiguli’s ear, “Want to know the God of Knowledge’s name? Pray, pray to the God of Knowledge, if your faith is sincere, there shall be an echo.”