Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1329 - Chapter 1329 Chapter 890 Arent You Afraid of Stepping on the

Chapter 1329: Chapter 890: Aren’t You Afraid of Stepping on the Seedlings? Chapter 1329: Chapter 890: Aren’t You Afraid of Stepping on the Seedlings? The Fraudster’s Mark on the bone staff lit up for a moment, and Adams’s words became, “You are the only light from the ancient times.”

The Ancient Godlight detected no anomaly and simply grunted, then cut off the connection.

A chill went through Adams’s heart, but he also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, now knowing what “the truth of a lie” meant. This Fraudster’s Mark could directly alter his speech, and even the Ancient Godlight was unable to detect it.

His relief came from thinking, “It’s not that I want to lie, it’s that I can’t control myself,” and he no longer felt any burden in his heart.

Armed with this understanding, Adams couldn’t help but calm down and reflect on what kind of place this was and who were these people who could achieve such incredible feats that even the Ancient Godlight was powerless against?

“Now there are two clues,” Adams murmured to himself. “The Ancient Godlight said that this is ‘his world, he defined everything,’ so, is this world created by ‘him’? Is he the Creator God of here?”

“The second clue,” Adams continued to ponder, “The Ancient Godlight wants me to destroy all life, to revert this place to a lifeless world of chaos. The Ancient Godlight can do nothing against ‘him’ but has asked me to eliminate all life, so, the annihilation of all life is the key.” Adams deducted a lot of information, combining these clues, being undoubtedly a Spirit Magician of high intelligence and rich imagination. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have discovered the Ancient Godlight from the gaze of the sunlight years ago.

However, just at that moment, Little Bone picked up the bone staff and started running out.

Night had fallen, and Big Bird had not returned. It had been hit with a stick by Little Bone and been subjected to the Fear Technique earlier, causing it to flee out of sight, and it still hadn’t come back.

Big Bird’s soul was too weak, only capable of animating the skull, but the skull had only a single moving bone–the lower jaw–which meant that after sunset, unless Big Bird could somehow scrape its way back with its jawbone, it couldn’t come back.

If it encountered danger at night, like being carried off by a wolf and becoming too distant from its body, then it truly couldn’t come back.

Following the footprints left by Big Bird for a few kilometers, a pile of bones was found; they were the body’s bones of Big Bird, but the skull was nowhere to be seen.

Thankfully, a trail of footprints was left near the pile of bones, leading Little Bone to a merchant caravan resting by the riverbank. They were preparing to use Big Bird’s skull as a pot to cook something over the campfire.

Little Bone ran over and pointed at the skull saying, “Mine.”

The guards of the caravan were startled and drew their weapons, but were stopped by the kindhearted Goblin leader of the caravan.

“Your Excellency Summoner, may I inquire if we have picked up something of yours? This skull was found by us on the roadside; could it perhaps be a servant of yours?” the Goblin leader politely asked.

A servant? It could be considered so, and Little Bone nodded.

“Oh, my apologies, please return the bones to His Excellency Summoner immediately. I told you to find something to cook with, how did you end up picking up the Summoner’s servant? Did you do anything to it? It’s not injured, is it?” the Goblin asked with a mix of reproach and concern.

The guards made grievous claims, “No, we just found it on the ground, a pile of bones, we didn’t know it belonged to someone.”

“Then why aren’t you returning the bones quickly?” said the Goblin. Then he turned to Little Bone and continued, “Your Excellency Summoner, these kids didn’t realize it was your servant, we are very sorry. If it’s not too much trouble, could Your Excellency Summoner come to our camp to have a drink or two as an apology?”

Clearly, the goblin also mistook Little Bone as a summoned creature, assuming there was a summoner behind it driving its actions. After all, it was common knowledge that Ashbone Skeletons lacked intelligence, though this skeleton’s gray hue was uneven and a bit dark.

Little Bone shook its head, “I don’t drink alcohol,” it said, then ran to the Big Bird’s skull, grabbed its nostril, and dragged it away, disregarding the escort offered.

“Ow, ow, ow–” the soul of the Big Bird cried out tremulously, its tone filled with grievance.

Little Bone pretended not to hear, since it was the one who first struck the Big Bird with a bone stick. Had it actually been roasted, it would have been Little Bone’s fault.

Little Bone dragged the Big Bird’s skull to the riverside from the night before and continued with the planting of the sea buckthorns. Today’s planting was much more successful than yesterday’s, since all the plants had been induced to root. Once buried and watered, they would surely survive.

While it was planting, the nearby Divine Cavemen noticed it and came over in groups, bowing in a circle before it, and even attempted to pick up saplings and mimic their planting in the sand.

“Ow!” Little Bone stopped them. If they planted the trees, what would it plant itself?

It took great efforts to make these Divine Cavemen give up on the idea of helping it plant trees. Nevertheless, the cavemen didn’t leave. They seemed to truly consider Little Bone to be divine, worshipping it with fervor, which was problematic since Little Bone had no fur on its body.

Little Bone ignored them, as long as they didn’t affect its own tree planting.

The wilderness was silent at night, where even faint sounds could carry far. In the middle of the night, a series of shouting and pitiful wails came from afar.

Little Bone cocked its head, looking toward the direction of the noise.

After being silent for half the night, Adams finally spoke, “It’s that caravan from earlier; they’ve been attacked.”

“This caravan’s presence in such a desert is very odd. The eloquent and capable goblin leader is an outstanding caravan leader. For such a leader not to traverse the busy trade routes, but rather appear in a place with little commercial value, is a great waste. They don’t seem to be here for business, but rather they seem to be fleeing from disaster.”

No sooner had Adams finished analyzing than a series of urgent hoofbeats were heard. Little Bone quickly flattened itself to the ground and burrowed, half burying its skeleton in the sand.

This act immediately caused the Divine Cavemen to scatter and run, quickly disappearing without a trace.

Soon after, four horses galloped close by. The Goblin Leader, clinging to the first horse’s neck, bounced around on horseback in an utterly disheveled manner, followed by only two guards on the next two horses, with the fourth horse empty.

As they approached the area where the saplings were planted, the goblin inadvertently pulled on the reins under the moonlight, steering around the sapling area to continue the escape.

The hoofbeats that followed were chaotic, with about a dozen horses charging in–a boisterous group, likely sand thieves.

Spotting the goblin avoiding the area, the sand thieves thought they had encountered an obstacle. But upon closer inspection, they saw the ground covered with saplings and burst into mocking laughter, “Hahaha, does this damn goblin have manners even while fleeing for its life? Is it afraid of stepping on the saplings? Who would plant stuff here? Couldn’t be those cavemen, right?”

Clearly, the sand thieves were well-acquainted with the area and knew of a caveman settlement nearby.

One who seemed to be the leader of the sand thieves shouted loudly, “Trample over them, don’t let that goblin get away, the President of the Silver Chamber of Commerce, the holder of the Fraudster’s Badge, he’s a big catch. If we capture him, we won’t have to worry for the rest of our lives.”