Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1618 - 1179: Human Friend, Looking for Food?

Chapter 1618: Chapter 1179: Human Friend, Looking for Food?

Leo Royal Court, evening. A seemingly ordinary middle-aged human walked slowly across the square in front of the marketplace. The square, almost deserted during the day, was now gradually becoming lively. A Wizard had ignited a massive Magic Torch, illuminating the entire square.

Ever since the Light Disaster emerged, people had been reducing their daytime activities as much as possible. Although the Silver Chamber of Commerce introduced the Anti-light Disaster suits, increasing outdoor activities during the day for a time, the suits could no longer withstand the intensified Light Disaster. As a result, all outdoor activities had shifted completely to the evening and nighttime.

Conversely, the nighttime illumination industry had seen explosive growth. Various lighting products remained in high demand, such as the Illumination Torch.

This Illumination Torch, launched by the Silver Chamber of Commerce, featured a top-mounted upward-facing Illumination Magic Array with a reflective umbrella-shaped cover that directed the light downward. It illuminated large areas and was highly energy-efficient.

Previously, many large-scale lighting products required substantial amounts of Demon Crystals as their power source, making them excessively costly. Now, this Illumination Torch required no Demon Crystals—only periodic infusions of Magic Power by Wizards, allowing it to remain lit for extended durations.

The Magic Power of Wizards is renewable, making it a sustainable magic energy source that is both eco-friendly and cost-effective.

A type of agricultural illumination Magic Array often used in the Lich Underground City had unexpectedly found fame in the Other World through this commercial success.

With adequate illumination, people could now engage in nighttime activities, yet twilight remained the most favorable time.

At this time, the sun slants towards the western horizon, its rays weak. The harmful effects of the Light Disaster diminish significantly, but the natural light is still brighter than the torches at night. With proper clothing coverage, people can carry out their activities as usual.

Because outdoor activity time had been compressed, more people gathered in the square during twilight, creating a lively and bustling scene filled with shoulder-to-shoulder crowds, continuous streams of passersby, and festive clamor.

The middle-aged man noticed the scene, a confused expression appearing on his face as he muttered, "How is there still food?"

A Cowman Aunt nearby overheard him and cheerfully replied, "Human friend, looking for food? Soon, once the sun sets, there’ll be food for sale."

"Really? But with the Light Disaster being so severe, hasn’t there been crop reduction or outright failure?" the middle-aged man asked, puzzled.

"Yes, yes, very severe reductions," the Cowman Aunt answered enthusiastically. "But the Silver Chamber of Commerce is kind-hearted. They sell low-priced grain cakes, with daily purchase limits per person, ensuring no one starves. Are you hungry? Here, take this."

The Cowman Aunt discreetly handed over half a cake: "Fill your stomach first; don’t starve yourself ill."

The middle-aged man looked stunned as he glanced at the Cowman Aunt and then at the somewhat dirty half-cake in her hand, clearly having been kept tucked in her clothes for quite some time, as if she couldn’t bear to eat it.

The middle-aged man didn’t need food, but nonetheless, he accepted the cake. His eye blinked, and in the instant he closed it, several words flashed across his vision: Greeting—Hello, Parting—Goodbye, Receiving help—Thank you...

The words were packed densely together, like an instruction manual for basic social interactions.

The middle-aged man found the phrase suitable for the current situation and said, "Thank you."

"No need to be polite. Let me tell you, I..." The Cowman Aunt began chatting warmly.

The middle-aged man lightly pinched the cake in his hand and immediately analyzed its ingredients: flour, vegetables, salt, oil...

Silver Chamber of Commerce? Where did they source so much grain? As the middle-aged man was still pondering these questions, a commotion erupted in the distance as everyone began looking up toward the sky.

The middle-aged man also looked up, witnessing several Airships approaching from afar. One Airship was descending toward an empty part of the square, while the others continued heading to different cities.

Judging by the residual fluctuations from the Airships, they had likely navigated through the Void, crossing into the Plane at a thinner section of the Plane Barrier. From these residual traces and the surface of the Airships, it was apparent that they hadn’t collided with the Plane Barrier.

This suggested the Airships’ arrival had been officially approved.

Transporting large amounts of materials from other planes was best achieved this way. Using Teleportation Arrays would incur exorbitant costs.

"Let’s move; let’s buy cakes before it’s late, or we’ll only be able to get crumbs," the Cowman Aunt patted the middle-aged man and rushed forward, taking the lead as they squeezed into the crowd.

The middle-aged man followed silently. The Cowman Aunt’s enthusiastic demeanor unsettled him, but he did need to understand this Silver Chamber of Commerce, so he had no choice but to keep up.

Soon, they reached the vicinity of the Airships, where people had to queue up. A Mourning Undead Soldier hovered in the air, holding a large club. Anyone caught disregarding the queue was promptly pulled aside, struck with the club, and pushed to the back of the line.

With his head lowered, the middle-aged man followed closely behind the Cowman Aunt, appearing almost like a shy bride.

The Mourning Undead Soldier gave him several curious glances. It seemed to sense something unusual, yet seeing his demeanor, it could only wrinkle its brows in doubt and mutter under its breath, "Quite an appetite; even this can go down."

The middle-aged man reached the front of the line, then suddenly realized he had no money. As the Mourning Undead Soldier above watched intently, he dared not make any rash moves and could only mumble to the Cowman Aunt, "I didn’t bring money; I’ll go get some."

Pushing through the crowd to leave, the middle-aged man looked around hesitantly, debating whether to try finding some money or just snatch a cake from someone nearby. The Cowman Aunt chased after him, handed him a cake, and said, "Here, take one. Each person can only buy four cakes. My family still has two left, so I’ve saved one for you."

The middle-aged man blinked, selecting the appropriate phrase from the rapidly scrolling social script in his vision: "Thank you; I’ll pay you."

The Cowman Aunt gestured cheerfully, "No need for money. It’s just a single cake; don’t think too much about it. My two calves are still hungry, so I won’t chat longer. Bye!"

She turned and rumbled away.

The middle-aged man watched the departing Cowman Aunt, then looked at the cake in his hands—freshly baked, faintly imbued with residual Divine Power. His expression grew complicated.

Leaving the square and distancing himself from the Mourning Undead Soldiers, the middle-aged man stretched out his hand. A White Crystal materialized in his palm. As he threw it into the air, the White Crystal swiftly expanded into South Coronet’s form.

The middle-aged man pointed toward the square in the distance and commanded, "Investigate the Silver Chamber of Commerce and learn the origin of their grain supply."

South Coronet bowed respectfully and replied, "Yes, my Lord."

The Star Progeny Master hesitated, his expression complex, before adding, "Do not harm the Cowman."

"Huh?" South Coronet looked at the Star Progeny Master in confusion. "Why?"

The Star Progeny Master suddenly felt a strange sensation in his chest—something that couldn’t be vomited out, nor swallowed back down.

Why? Why? For the sake of that cake? For that warm and cheerful Cowman?

Such reasoning was too embarrassing to explain, yet if he didn’t include this instruction, knowing South Coronet’s methods, many living creatures around the square might inadvertently perish. Should the Cowman Aunt die...

The Star Progeny Master suddenly began to understand why the Great Speaker had betrayed him.