Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1378 - Chapter 1378 Chapter 939 Want to see the person in charge

Chapter 1378: Chapter 939: Want to see the person in charge here Chapter 1378: Chapter 939: Want to see the person in charge here Ange shook his head, having no Blank God Statue yet to plant.

“How should we handle this? Is there something else we can use? I can’t install it right now, I’m still just a mud book.” Nagri said in a hurry.

Had nothing been caught, it would have been fine, but having caught something and potentially losing it due to lack of a container, Nagri would have been devastated.

Ange looked left and right and asked to a silver coin, “Heart of the Elf.”

The silver coin quickly pulled out a wooden box and opened it, releasing a surge of Life Force that was unmistakably the Heart of the Elf.

Ange had given it to the silver coin as part of the initial resources, such a precious item was usually carried by the silver coin, and its box was specially made to ensure no Life Force would spill and be noticed by others.

The Heart of the Elf was quite a trivial thing in fact; its surging Life Force was of no use to Ange. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have broken a piece off as an ornament and left the rest to be managed by the silver coin.

However, without a Blank God Statue, the Heart of the Elf could make do. Ange held the Heart of the Elf and slowly pressed it into the chest of the Mechanical Bird ridden by the silver coin.

A green leaf Imprint emerged on the chest of the Mechanical Bird, the surging Life Force filling its body. However, this was just a mechanical construct without even a Black Crystal, a low-quality good whose only function was running.

Not needing food, it just required stuffing some Demon Crystals. Riding a Mechanical Bird was much more convenient than riding a living horse, let alone an Undead Horse.

Nevertheless, the Fei Lie Empire prohibited Undead Horses or any Undead creatures, except for Death Summoners, banning other formations of Undead creatures.

The unordered surging Life Force moving in the body wasn’t a good thing–it could at the least cause withered wood to sprout afresh in spring, or at worst fall apart.

But Ange was prepared, his palms pressed on the Mechanical Bird, guiding the Life Force to the green leaf Imprint on the chest while reinforcing other parts under the pressure of Life Force, but not altering its shape, not even allowing swelling.

When the green leaf Imprint was fully formed, Ange grabbed the wooden part at the Imprint’s location and gouged out a hole, quickly stuffing the Divine Seal into it and covering it back with the green leaf Imprint.

Under the surging Life Force, the hole in the chest of the Mechanical Bird quickly healed.

Nagri, somewhat puzzled, frowned and said, “Are you using the Heart of the Elf to turn this Mechanical Bird into a vessel full of Life Force, and using this vessel to temporarily store that Divine Seal? Using the Mechanical Bird as a bottle?”

Ange nodded.

“Is that possible? Which god’s Divine Seal is this?” Nagri asked skeptically.

“The Craftsman,” Ange replied.

“The God of the Craftsman? Is it any different from the God of Forging? It isn’t just another name for the god of forging in this world, is it?” Nagri hesitated.

Ange already had a God Status of the God of Forging, apparently also obtained via a Blank God Statue method, snatched from a Dwarf, but he hardly used it as Ange just wanted to farm, not to smith.

The name of this God of the Craftsman sounded like something like Award Master Gear Vaguli. Could it be another trivial God Status like that of the God of Forging?

Ange exhibited the Imprint; indeed, it was a precision device made up of a dozen tightly interlocking gears, with a uni-directional spring clasp that only allowed movement in one direction.

Each turn of the large gear moved another small gear by one tooth, and only after the small gear made one full turn did the third gear advance by a tooth, and so on.

Nagri looked, suddenly closed his eyes, and said, “What is this? So strange. Let me take another look.”

Then he opened his eyes and looked again: “Strange. I feel there is a wealth of information concealed within this Imprint. There seems to be some pattern in the gear ratio, covering cryptography, mathematics, structural science, and material science–a lot of information condensed into one Imprint. Fascinating.”

Others gathered around to look, and then they all shook their heads.

Negris disdainfully said, “I knew you wouldn’t understand, lacking the knowledge.”

The Monarch sneered, “You understand it, then what did you see?”

“Let me see.” Negris glanced again, “Look at these gear ratios, one carry-over every twelve, one every twenty, two every ten… then it resets here and starts over. There should be a code template corresponding to these patterns, finding the template would reveal its message. Also, the size of these gears, the second gear is three point one four one five nine two six times the first, the third gear is blah blah blah…”

Negris, unusually, fell into a self-forgetting state of contemplation. When he came back to his senses, he found that Ange had already coated the chest of the Mechanical Bird with a layer of Black Crystal, and had condensed a Soul Fire within the Black Crystal layer, brandishing the Soul Brand on both the Soul Fire and the Yellow Mud Book.

Immediately, a Soul Contact was established between Negris and the Mechanical Bird.

Ange pointed to the Mechanical Bird and said, “Body.”

Negris nearly sprayed out a mouthful of old blood: “You want me to use this as a body? A wooden bird as a body? Even if it’s not the mighty and dominant Giant Dragon, at least get something with strong combat capabilities. I am the God of Knowledge, do you understand? Giving me a wooden bird is lowering my status…”

Ange wiped the chest of the Mechanical Bird, revealing the green leaf imprint and the craftsman’s imprint, and asked doubtfully, “Not want it?”

Negris unchangingly shifted his words: “Although it is a bit low grade, seeing how you have enhanced it with such dedication, I shall reluctantly accept.”

“Hahaha.”

…

In the following period, silver coins brought over a dozen more planting mechanisms, all of the same model as Ange’s, each fitted with a vest, the front labeled ‘Rest’, the back marked ‘Cemetery’.

Ange also got one, making him inconspicuous among a bunch of planting mechanisms.

The face of the Little Fatty Dragon appeared as a phantom above the head of the Mechanical Bird, speaking with a face of disdain, “Resting Cemetery, the character ‘grave’ looks like ‘leisure’, if one didn’t know better, they would think it was Resting Paradise.”

The Monarch said, “Resting is indeed a happy thing, so it makes sense to call it Resting Paradise, the paradise for the deceased. Did you notice that the ground of the entire cemetery has dried up quite a bit? Before, it would splash water underfoot with every step, but now it’s surprisingly firm. What has Ange done?”

“Didn’t you notice?” Negris asked in surprise.

“I did see it, but didn’t understand what he was doing. Just by scattering some grass seeds, digging a few deep pits, and transplanting some trees, can you really dry out the valley?” asked the Monarch.

“The grass seeds are not ordinary, all of them have unusually developed root systems. Once they grow, a network of roots will form underground. Ange spread them in a line, which then formed a drainage network.”

“The deep pits are dug to gather the water that couldn’t evaporate in time. The transplanted trees are species like eucalyptus and swamp mahogany, which demand a lot of water. It’s a pity there aren’t any baobab trees; those are real water pumps. One baobab can store three hundred thousand kilograms of water.”

“Then, this direction is the tail of the valley’s wind, a dead wind zone. The air here doesn’t circulate, and the entire valley’s wind won’t flow.”

“Ange laid crushed stones here, with a high specific heat capacity, strong heat-absorbing ability. During the day when the sun shines, this area’s temperature rises, causing the air to ascend thereby creating a thermal convection, filling the entire valley with wind.”

“Also, transplanting some large-leaved banyan trees nearby the deep pits, the leaves have a large evaporative surface; combined with the air circulation, the humidity will decrease, naturally drying up the area.”

Negris got excited explaining but turned around to find that the Monarch had already vanished without a trace.

When he finally found the Monarch, the old immortal was beckoning to a Deadman’s Fruit beneath a tree root, drawing the breath of death dripping down into his hand.

After absorbing the breath of death, the Monarch exclaimed, “So many corpses here and now it’s dried up, yet it hasn’t formed Breathing Soil, mainly relying on these fruit trees, it’s truly miraculous; who could have thought that a type of fruit tree could absorb and refine the breath of death?”

Negris pursed his lips: “There are many things you haven’t thought of…”

Just as he was about to deliver a sarcastic retort, Lise quickly ran over, somewhat flustered, and said to Ange, “Lord, Lord, the undertaker has come for the funeral, but a Necromancer has followed them and wants to meet the person in charge here.”