Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1335 - Chapter 1335 896 Chapter Farming Knight

Chapter 1335: 896 Chapter Farming Knight Chapter 1335: 896 Chapter Farming Knight Leaving the Dark side, they came to a place where sunlight could reach, and the Two-legged Bird couldn’t wait, squawking, “Let me go, let me run.”

Little Bone slapped it irritably and then untied the rope, threw it together with some bones, casually stuffing a Soul Crystal into its hands.

The bird’s soul was too weak; without sunlight, it would fall apart. Little Bone had intended to use it as a mount, but more often than not, it proved to be a burden. Maybe it was better to just throw it away?

The Big Bird, unaware of Little Bone’s thoughts of discarding it, joyfully licked the Soul Crystal once its body was reassembled.

The way the Big Bird “ate” the Soul Crystal was amusing–inclining its head toward the Soul Crystal, a pale blue flame escaped from its nostrils, touching the crystal which then emitted the same flame and gradually shrank.

After licking the Soul Crystal, the Big Bird’s soul grew slightly stronger.

Unfortunately, digesting a Soul Crystal required a process. Otherwise, Little Bone might have stuffed it with enough crystals to keep it full and prevent it from falling apart when the sun set.

Seeing that it was getting late, Little Bone rode one horse and led another, heading back the way they had come. Just after swallowing the Soul Crystal, the Big Bird looked up, saw Little Bone receding into the distance, and hurriedly chased after.

After walking for a while, both horses refused to move, panting heavily, tongues lolling and licking their dry lips, shaking their heads and nudging Little Bone resolutely.

Seeing Little Bone continually poking the horses with a bone rod, especially when poking their backsides, Adams who was perched on top finally couldn’t stand it and quickly said, “They’re thirsty.”

Thirsty? Oh, these creatures are alive. Previously, it had been the silver ingots who were feeding them; living creatures need to drink and eat.

Water… Little Bone raised a hand–the Rain Technique.

Water elements were scarce in the wilderness, but still present. As long as there were water elements, they couldn’t escape Little Bone’s Rain Technique. Soon, all nearby water elements were extracted, forming a layer of dew on Little Bone’s palm.

The horses, absolutely parched, quickly stretched out their tongues and licked the water droplets from his hand.

Little Bone performed the maneuver again, repeatedly condensing moisture from the air, and finally fed both horses enough water. Then he climbed onto the Big Bird, saying, “This, good.”

The Big Bird looked puzzled, not understanding what Little Bone had said, but Adams understood. It meant that the Big Bird required neither water nor food, which was more convenient.

“You just fed it a Soul Crystal, didn’t you?” Adams remarked.

That was true; it was indeed troublesome. Little Bone walked along, and as they moved, the ground showed more patches of half-dried, withered bundles of grass, which the horses refused to leave, stretching their necks to nibble at the dry grass.

“They are hungry. If you only give them water without food, they won’t have the strength to walk,” Adams said, “Give them something to eat, those dry grass bundles aren’t even enough to fill their teeth gaps.”

Little Bone thought for a moment, then stretched out a finger and tapped on a bundle of grass. The previously parched bundle suddenly unfurled.

Plants in the desert, to resist high temperatures and evaporation, would curl up, their surfaces covered with a hard shell, even dehydrated, usually resembling a clump of dry grass; however, as soon as it rained, they would immediately spring up crazily.

Little Bone triggered the speed of death, immediately began to condense moisture, and watered the grass bundle. The grass bundle turned green quickly and grew rapidly, sprouting bunches of tender blades.

The horses could not hold back any longer, stretching their heads forward to nibble the grass leaves.

Little Bone stopped them, quickly plucked the tender leaves and fed them to the horses, but allowed the main plant to keep growing, continuously watering it.

After repeating this a few times, Little Bone triggered the acceleration of death three times on the grass bundle and forcibly grew the ankle-high bundle into a three-meter-tall grass stem, although all the leaves had been stripped, leaving only the bare stem on the ground which eventually bloomed and produced grass seeds.

Little Bone happily collected the grass seeds while chopping off the remaining stalks and fed them to the horse.

But having tasted the continuously growing tender leaves, how could the horse fancy the old seed-bearing stalks? It turned its head and snorted.

Little Bone had no choice but to discard the stalks and continued leading the horse forward, but the sun was already falling to the horizon, signaling that Big Bird was about to break apart; it couldn’t go much further.

Not long after Little Bone left, a man dragging his feet staggered to the pile of grass, his eyes blazing with a will to survive upon seeing the old, seed-bearing stalk.

He tried to control his body, letting himself fall beside the stalk. In his current state, if he couldn’t get water, it would be hard to rise again.

He reached for the stalk, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed vigorously, trying to extract even a tiny amount of juice. For his current state, that tiny bit of water was enough to keep him alive, not to mention such a long stalk.

After chewing the three-meter-long stalk, the bitter juice filled his mouth and nasal cavity, revitalizing him slightly. He forced himself to lie flat, with his hands crossed over his chest, and huskily recited, “Equality, justice, mercy, glory, farming…”

As he prayed, a shimmering white light glowed on his body; some power seeped into him, healing his wounds. It was only through devout belief and divine protection that he had managed to hold on until now.

However, that was probably it. He knew his condition had reached the point of burning the candle at both ends; without water or food, relying only on divine protection wouldn’t allow him to leave this desert unless a divine messenger came to save him.

In a daze, he felt several dark figures coming to his side; one even crouched down and poked his face, but before he could tell if it was a hallucination or reality, everything went dark, and he passed out.

…

Emil was woken by something stuck in his throat. Instinctively biting down, he immediately tasted the bitterness of the grass juice, although it was somewhat tenderer than before.

A voice next to him said, “I mean, can’t you feed him some water or jerky, fruits, vegetables, or rice balls instead? Why stuff grass into his mouth?”

Another voice responded, “He, eats grass.”

Inside, Emil desperately wanted to scream: No, I don’t eat grass; I can eat jerky, fruits, vegetables, rice balls; I can eat!

Unfortunately, with his mouth full of tender grass and his body not yet recovered, he was overwhelmed and passed out again.

When he woke again, Emil found himself lying between two horses. Their bodies shielded him from the cold night wind and warmed him with their body heat.

Emil felt very well; the most noticeable difference was that his throat wasn’t dry to the point of cracking.

Struggling to sit up, he noticed a bonfire in the direction of his feet, and a person in armor sat across from him, tilting his head, looking at him.

Seeing the armor clearly, Emil jumped up in shock, “Libra Knight? Oh my, Libra Knight! Greetings, sir, from the Land of Death, under the God of Equality and Balance, Y=% (quietly) Knight Emil!”

Emil clumsily struggled to his feet, dropping to one knee in a salute.

“What knight?” asked Little Bone, tilting his head; the first two sounds of ‘knight’ were too soft, and he didn’t catch them.

Emil’s face flushed red, and he awkwardly said, “Farming… Farming Knight.”

“What–farming? Why would it be called Farming?” Another voice sounded.

Emil looked up, unable to see the other person, and awkwardly said, “I am the Farming Knight from the Fundamentalist Faction under the Libra of the Church of Light, and the title is… just farming.”

Little Bone didn’t see any issue with the title, nodded, tapped his own breastplate, and said, “I, Planting Trees.”