Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1032 - Chapter 1032 Chapter 599 Friend Lend Me Some Leaves_3

Chapter 1032: Chapter 599: Friend, Lend Me Some Leaves_3 Chapter 1032: Chapter 599: Friend, Lend Me Some Leaves_3 If you pray, it will be very sweet. If you don’t pray, the taste will be like chewing wax, but it can still fill your stomach. That’s really strange. What if someone who doesn’t believe in gods comes to eat? Can it still fill their stomach?

“Yes, the gods don’t mind belief as long as you don’t waste,” the farmer said. “But they won’t taste the sweetness of the green dates. Unless they’re really starving, they wouldn’t bother eating them.”

Hearing this, Rebinya immediately understood why the green dates remained on the tree instead of being picked clean. The design was too subtle.

Believe, and it tastes good. Don’t believe, you can still eat. It doesn’t matter to me if you don’t believe; you won’t starve to death. If you do believe, then it tastes very good, but you can’t eat too much.

It felt like charity from Notre Dame.

Hearing this, Rebinya was already certain that the poison was not the work of this farmer. Such talk wasn’t something a mere farmer could concoct.

Realizing this, Rebinya suddenly felt an urge and asked, “May I have another one?”

The farmer quickly replied, “Of course, each person can have two at a time. I’ll pick one for you…”

Before he could finish speaking, Rebinya flicked her hand, and a green date fell down.

The farmer’s eyes went wide. It turned out that this lady’s martial technique was so high. The Cave Dwarves at the tavern had boasted that being able to project Battle Qi meant at least being a Sword Saint. Good heavens, a female Sword Saint.

Rebinya prayed devoutly, her demeanor much more solemn than the first time before biting into the green date. Instantly, a burst of even sweeter and more refreshing flavor filled her mouth, better than the one before.

Could the attitude of the prayer actually determine the taste of the green dates?

Just then, Drov came back looking pale, on foot because he was too weak to walk, and then he saw Rebinya eating the second green date. He weakly exclaimed, “You’re still eating? It’s poisoned.”

Rebinya shook her head. “Lord Drov, I am completely fine. What he said is likely true. It’s easy to verify his claim. Just have your followers eat one without praying.”

The caravan naturally included more than just Rebinya and Drov. Being a high-level magician, he had several followers. Immediately, he chose two followers: one to eat without praying and the other to pray. They went to a distant date tree, randomly picked two green dates, and ate them.

The one who prayed lit up with joy and happily finished the green date.

The one who didn’t pray immediately pulled a grimace but didn’t dare spit it out, having seen what had become of Drov. He chewed and swallowed.

After waiting for a while, with no reaction, Drov gestured for him to eat the remaining half, and then, “Spit it out.”

The one who hadn’t prayed had no choice but to spit it out, waited a few seconds, and suddenly his belly rumbled like thunder. He sprinted to one of the pre-built hollow mud pillar latrines.

This magical? Really, not praying is okay, but wasting isn’t? Kvada, can the green dates understand human speech, or what?

I don’t believe it! Drov then pulled the first follower who had prayed and ordered him to eat a second green date and then spit it out.

“It must be different body constellations, surely it’s because everyone’s body is different, so some get diarrhea and some don’t,” Drov consoled himself rigidly.

Then to his disappointment, the first follower ate the green date, spat it out, and a few seconds later also got a bellyache and went off to claim a spot on the roadside.

“I don’t believe it, it’s impossible, it doesn’t make sense,” Drov muttered, almost in a frenzy, then he pulled over the third, fourth, and fifth followers, all the way up to the sixth.

Alas, the sixth follower wasn’t lucky either. A line of swordsmen sat on the roadside, each pulling a face as green as can be.

At this, Drov finally believed. These green dates really could understand human speech. He gave up his plan to try again and turned to the farmer, saying, “Alright, I believe now. My apologies, I was wrong. Eh? What’s wrong with you two?”

He saw that both the farmer and Rebinya were standing ramrod straight, rigid all over. Hearing his question, they timidly looked above his head and whispered, “You’ve angered the gods. From the fourth time onward, the gods have been watching you.”

Drov stiffened all over and slowly looked up, indeed ‘seeing’ a pair of eyes watching him from above.

This ‘seeing’ wasn’t with the naked eye but more of a mental perception, as if there really was a pair of eyes and a crooked head in that empty space.

“I… I… I was conducting a control experiment,” Drov stammered out, his voice dry with explanation.

The head actually nodded and then pointed a finger at him. The next moment, he felt an unprecedented urge to relieve himself, and no longer caring about the divine gaze, he sprinted to the latrine poles, thankful that they had constructed several hollow pillars at the start.

The divine observation disappeared as if nothing had happened, leaving only a row of pale-faced, bare-bottomed men by the roadside.

Finally, when the urge subsided, Drov realized a problem: there was no paper.

“Now I’m done for. Even a noble magician has to use leaves for toilet paper. Friend, lend me some leaves.”