Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1565 - 1126: What Qualifies You to Call an Emergency Meeting?

Chapter 1565: Chapter 1126: What Qualifies You to Call an Emergency Meeting?

"Transmitting a message? But something feels off—I have no control over my dreams," Emery said.

"Haha, this isn’t a dream; it’s consciousness mapping. Of course, you wouldn’t control it. A powerful entity is influencing your consciousness and searching through your memories. Clearly, he discovered our existence from your memories because not long ago, our master greeted him, which seemed to scare him. After searching your memories, he also used you to convey some information to us," Anthony said with a smile.

This was precisely Anthony’s goal: encountering two individuals who could receive this... let’s call it the Jailbreaker for now...

They encountered two people whose consciousness had been mapped by the Jailbreaker—Xisluo and Emery. To Anthony, Emery, with her lack of strength and no practical use for the Power of the Prophet, was most valuable for communication with the Jailbreaker.

Unexpectedly, this purpose was achieved so quickly. Just because their master greeted him, the entity dared not communicate with Ange through the Imprint. Instead, it sneakily used Emery to gather information and, after learning their identities, even tried to relay certain messages through Emery’s dreams.

After listening to Emery’s description, Negris asked with perplexity, "If this is some kind of message, then what does it mean? Is someone going to ignite the Sun and incinerate all planes? Isn’t that the Light Disaster? It’s already happened! Or is he warning us not to interfere with his affairs, or else he’ll trigger the Light Disaster and burn us all?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Negris felt a gaze upon him. Turning his head, he saw Ange looking up at him. Negris quickly reassured, "No burning, no burning. We’ll find out who’s trying to burn everything and deal with him instead."

Only then did Ange lower his head, happily tending to his crops.

With a helpless sigh, Negris put his hands on his hips. "With that Dead Skull’s attitude, we absolutely cannot let the Light Disaster erupt. We need to find the mastermind behind it. Otherwise, if it suddenly explodes and destroys all planes, he’ll be out chopping people left and right again."

Anthony nodded and turned to Emery. "Did your dream stop there? Was there more after that?"

Emery shook her head. "That’s where I woke up scared—there wasn’t more after that."

"Then go back and sleep some more. Let me know what else you dream about. Your dreams are very useful, really fantastic," Anthony praised her with a reaffirming tone.

Emery was so thrilled she almost jumped up. "Useful, huh? That’s great! Hehe, I’ll go back to sleep now."

Watching her cheerful silhouette disappear, Negris curiously asked in a low voice, "Your tone just now sounded like you were coaxing a child. What kind of psychological profile did you create for her?"

"Insecure, self-doubting, craving approval. She’s likely to do things against her better judgment just to get recognized, easily tricked by a young boy offering her a mere lollipop," Anthony replied.

"Ugh, somehow it feels like you’re exactly that kind of young boy," Negris said with disdain, shooting him a sidelong glance.

"How could I be? Houses, carriages, maids, attendants—I provide everything. I’ve always been generous when it comes to talent," Anthony declared righteously.

Well, that much was true. When Anthony sweet-talked people, he was always lavish in his promises, which was why he’d managed to convince so many to work for him—such as those astrologers.

Remembering this, Negris asked, "What about Tianya? You seem to value her highly. Where have you placed her?"

"As a headmistress, of course! Someone with charm, charisma, and execution ability is perfect for that role. The only thing she lacks is prestige, so she can’t become the Hierarch of the Astrologers’ Alliance," Anthony said with a trace of regret.

"Pfft... the entire Astrologers’ Alliance? The Hierarch?" Negris was stunned. Tianya was so young; she didn’t seem much older than Emery. Yet Anthony wanted her to lead the Astrologers’ Alliance?

"Of course! I, the Pope of Light, see this Astrologers’ Alliance as the only institution worthy of my time. Don’t underestimate them just because they lack combative strength and ordinary people can’t connect with them. Their scale is vast—and interplanar," Anthony explained matter-of-factly.

"Even beyond the Friel Empire and the Divine Light Alliance, their astrology points are everywhere. Astrology is a field reliant on geography. What you can’t observe from one plane might be visible from another, and things not fully captured in one location need multiple nodes to present the full picture."

"Some astrologers can carry nothing but a pack, take an airship deep into the Void for decades, just to track the changes in a single astronomical phenomenon. There are plenty of such dedicated practitioners in the Astrologers’ Alliance. Only through their efforts is the star data comprehensive."

"Those datasets make many places accessible. If not for His Majesty arriving first, bringing the master along, and the master pulling us here, we wouldn’t have made it here. Without anchor points, leaving this place too far risks not being able to return. So, star data is invaluable," Anthony concluded, half admiring, half solemn.

Negris nodded in agreement. That made sense. Ange, due to his fear of losing this location, didn’t dare return home. Without an anchor, once gone, it might be impossible to find his way back.

Then, an idea struck Negris. "How about we invest in equipment? Astrologers must need various tools for observing star phenomena, right? For example, Tyrone’s Stargazing Tower, or portable coordinate calculators. Many don’t possess my computational prowess. If there were a fast, reliable coordinate calculator, it would surely be a necessity. Tianya, equipped with these tools, would instantly gain prestige, wouldn’t she?"

Anthony slapped his thigh. "Brilliant! Lord Nage, your wisdom knows no bounds. This is an excellent idea."

Just as Negris began feeling smug, Durken floated in with a massive glass pane. "Lord, Lord, can you help me cut this? It’s the objective lens for an astrological mirror. The larger the aperture, the higher the magnification. But it’s too big for me to cut alone."

Ange nodded, tore open a space rift, inserted the glass, and clamped it. A flat surface emerged with a single press. With two quick adjustments, the glass was shaped like a flat panel.

Next, he pressed down on the center, using a sharp Black Crystal to rotate outward. A perfect circle instantly formed.

Durken happily floated away, pushing the piece. With this prototype, the rest was just polishing work.

Negris rolled his eyes at Anthony. So this Death God’s Staff had already been orchestrating equipment production, huh? That earlier praise suddenly felt so insincere!

Several days later, a nervous yet excited Tianya pushed open the doors to the temporary astrology conference hall. As soon as she appeared, a loud voice boomed:

"Tianya, or whatever your name is—you’re just the headmistress of an astrology training class, and newly appointed at that! What qualifications do you have to convene a special meeting? I, Roger, formally challenge the legitimacy of this proceeding and demand a reasonable explanation!"