Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 926 - 507 We Wont Wrong a Good Person Part 2

Chapter 926: Chapter 507: We Won’t Wrong a Good Person Part 2

Chapter 926: Chapter 507: We Won’t Wrong a Good Person Part 2

The servant who was escaping saw the bodies of his two companions on the ground, clenched his buttocks, and shrieked, “They’re dead, they’re dead, he killed Big Rod and Second Rod! My lord, kill him, kill this lowly bastard, slaughter his entire family!!”

The Swordsman nodded, walked over, drew his sword, and was about to chop at the Little Dragon’s neck.

Peasants failing to pay their grain rent, refusing to repay borrowed money, and even killing the servants sent to collect the debts—such actions were considered extremely malignant in any landlord’s territory. Without the use of thunderous means, it would be impossible to intimidate others.

If everyone were to rise up in rebellion, could their shabby leather armor withstand the hoes of hundreds of farmers?

Just as the sword blade was about to strike the Little Dragon’s neck, a light shone upon the Little Dragon, and a “ding” sound deflected a barrier, sending the Swordsman’s sword flying, tightly pulling along a person dragged by that light to the front of the Little Dragon.

It was naturally Ange who had arrived. The situation was urgent, and only the Peace Guardian Barrier could be deployed in time. The Little Angel did think to use Holy Light Flash, but feared it would also ‘flash away’ the Little Dragon.

Negris’s voice emerged, “This little fellow has really hit the jackpot, getting to enjoy a Divine Technique, the Peace Guardian Barrier, which even Magic Crystal Cannons can’t break through. To use it to block a mere sword is such a waste.”

As Negris was muttering, Ange casually cast a few Face Purification Techniques, and the dying Little Dragon, astonished, turned over and sat up.

Abuke floated over and asked with concern, “How do you feel? Are you in pain anywhere?”

This elder-like tone of concern left the Little Dragon equally astonished.

Abuke realized that the Little Dragon did not recognize him, so he quickly shrank his form and turned into a wavering Dragon Soul before saying, “It’s me.”

The Little Dragon’s eyes lit up, and he said hesitantly, “Forefather, my lord?”

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“Yes, the one who casts no spells, stealths not, the brave forefather, my lord. Just now you were offering sacrifices to me, saying your mother was ill? So I came to see,” said Abuke.

“Mother!” The mention of her elicited panic in the Little Dragon. With a roll, he jumped up and rushed toward his distant mother.

The three Swordsmen looked on in confusion at all this, while that servant still stomped his feet, “Take action, take action, seize them, kill him, he killed Big Rod and Second Rod.”

The Swordsmen wore bitter smiles. Light had come and sent one’s sword flying, rescued the black-clawed child, and hadn’t even given them a glance; they clearly hadn’t even been regarded as a threat, let alone capturing or killing anyone. Whether they themselves could survive was even uncertain.

The three Swordsmen exchanged glances, retreated to the side of the road, and knelt down to await their fate.

The jumping servant was befuddled, what did this mean?

Anthony approached and looked the servant up and down, smiling, “Your soul is very dirty, it has been contaminated, let me Purify you.”

Before the servant could react, Anthony touched his forehead, and the servant instantly stiffened. Black smoke rose from his eyes, nostrils, ears, and mouth, followed by white smoke, and finally, a holy light emerged.

This process from black to white to glowing gave a feeling of soothing relief, as if one was truly cleansed.

But although he was clean, the servant also fell to the ground, dead.

“Oh, too dirty, he died after Purification, may your soul rest in peace. How about you others, would you like to be Purified?” asked Anthony.

The three Swordsmen shook their heads furiously.

Anthony sighed, “Actually, I knew what happened just by looking. The accumulation of land, class conflicts, crop failure, usury—such things happen all over the world every day. I can’t change anything, I can only say you’ve had bad luck. Chop off your left hands.”

Without giving them time to consider, Anthony had their left hands chopped off, stopped the bleeding, and then sent them away.

Abuke felt somewhat dissatisfied. After all that his Dragon’s Lackey had been through, how could they just let them go?

Helplessly, Anthony said, “What else can we do? Kill them? The landlord loses his claws, the peasants loot his home? Everyone divides the land, and then the neighboring landlords and nobility come to annex it, followed by more chaotic killing?”

Glancing at the other farmers peering out from a house, Anthony said, “Without the corresponding productivity and system, any change could be fatal. Maintaining the status quo is the best outcome. Your Majesty must have also tried all methods, which is why he dispatched the Undead Guards to all cities.”

At this point, Anthony turned back to Ange, full of hope, “Now it all depends on Lord Ange. Only he has the capability to innovate productivity and drive the transformation of social systems, to rescue everyone from poverty, to eliminate the struggle for daily bread, the scramble for housing and clothing, the confusion over the future and destiny…”

Abuke listened, completely bewildered: I’m just a Dragon Soul who was recently released from a seal, what are these things you’re telling me?

“Mother! Mother!” The Little Dragon, who had gone to check on his mother’s condition, wailed in agony as the young woman lying on the ground had breathed her last at some point.

Ange went over to check, saw she hadn’t been dead long, cast a few Face Purification Techniques, and a Rebirth Technique at her heart. The young woman sat up in confusion.

“Uh—” Just as the Little Dragon was wailing with a mixture of snot and tears, his mother sat up, startling him into sucking back his runny nose.

Having also resurrected Lone John, and as an afterthought healed his detached retina and crippled leg, Anthony left him dazed in place.