Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 100 - 86 Whistling at the Tomb_l

Chapter 100: Chapter 86 Whistling at the Tomb_l

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Upon seeing the crops, the little sapling sent them a message: Grow strong —

Seeing the other World Trees: Grow — strong

Seeing Anna: Grow — strong —

The next day, Anna ran to Ange with her hair disheveled, parting her own hair from her forehead: “Look, Lord, look, look quickly.”

Ange glanced at her and felt his own bare forehead, speaking in confusion, “Hair?”

“Not just any hair, it’s my hair, hair roots, they’ve grown back.” Anna picked up a short stubble, speaking with excitement, “What did you do to me?”

Although she was not even twenty, the unreliable behavior of her brother and the responsibility of Ice City had all fallen to her, causing her to suffer from insomnia and lose hair because of anxiety. She felt she would soon become bald.

Since the appearance of Ange, her hair loss had greatly improved. The greatest crisis of Ice City, the food crisis, had been relieved. Not only had she replanted crops, but the World Tree also shielded against the Resting Wind. The next year’s food production would definitely reach a new peak.

But the hair she had lost in the past could not grow back, her thin long hair was like a veil on her head, she was really afraid that strong wind would expose her scalp.

When this outcome came to mind, Anna became anxious. Losing more hair because of anxiety, and becoming more anxious, so she lost more hair.

Unexpectedly, when she woke up today, she touched her pillow, and to her surprise, she did not lose any hair. While washing her face, she felt stubbles of hair, Oh my god, had a miracle happened? Had her hair grown back?

She thought back and forth but couldn’t understand what had happened, but the miracle must have something to do with Lord Ange.

“My lord, what did you do to me? Why is my hair growing back? Please, my lord, do it again.” Anna pleaded, her eyes shining, looking at Ange.

Ange was a bit confused, he didn’t do anything. “No hair, can’t make it.” The implication was that he himself didn’t have any hair and didn’t know how to grow hair.

Anna thought again, that’s right. The Lord didn’t have any hair himself, how could he possibly grow hair? Had she guessed it wrong?

What could she do? Was the wonderful miracle just an accident? Could it continue to grow in the future?

Disappointed, Anna turned to leave, yet she froze after just a couple of steps, maintaining her posture she walked back step by step, slowly turning her head to look at the top of Ange’s head.

Since Ange was taller than her and was wearing a pot on his head, which she couldn’t see even when standing on tiptoes. But her strong belief made her instantly float up to a position higher than the edge of the pot, and she looked at the little sapling from above.

The little sapling was surprised, twisting its true leaves signaling to her: Grow strong — grow

Anna felt the hair on her scalp standing, her eyes caught an astonishing reflection.

Luther also had the same astonishing reflection in his eyes. He rushed over excitedly, grabbed Anna, and shouted, “Anna, have you advanced?”

Anna’s own skills were not weak, possessing the level of a high-level swordsman, but a sudden ability to float in the air without any signs, only a great swordsman could do that, had Anna made a breakthrough in her skills?

Anna didn’t hear clearly what her brother had said, she pushed his hand off,

“Get lost. An advancement is nothing compared to hair.”

After a series of inspections, Anna confirmed that the ‘culprit’ for her hair growth was indeed the little sapling, she was so excited deep inside. She consistently reported punctually in the morning, afternoon, and evening. Whether it was delivering water or fertilizer, praying or paying respects, she was even more diligent than the most devout believer.

Gradually, people were perplexed by Anna’s odd behaviour, constantly seeking her out for questions. All of a sudden, she became a sensation. Lightning approached the little sapling, exposing his half-broken horn. Succubus Rina ran over, showing off her bosom. There were even those who attempted to undress before the little sapling, only to reluctantly cease their efforts when the angel skeleton spread its wings at them.

In an instant, the sapling became everyone’s beloved deity. Had it not been atop Angel s head, someone would have taken it home on the spot.

Anthony scratched his sparse forehead in bewilderment, frowning at the slips of paper in his hands. Each paper varied in size—the smallest was only a finger’s width, the largest was a full page or even several pages. What was written on each could involve dozens to hundreds of lives or the rise and fall of one or two small nations.

The most recent sensation was, of course, the elves’ anomaly. News and intelligence of all sizes regarding the elves had found their way to Anthony’s desk.

There was one pivotal figure who, after entering the elves’ territory, saw a continuous decrease in their disturbances. They had even recently begun to retreat deep into the forest.

Because intelligence officers could not infiltrate the elves’ territory, and spy tactics such as bribery or threat were useless, no one knew whether this person’s guerrilla retreat had anything to do with them. So, they completely investigated him.

“Silver Coin, why does this name sound so familiar? Former Deputy President of Silver Light Merchants, and now with his own Secret Commerce Association, mainly dealing with Holy Essence Liquid? HSS, I remember now, Resting Abyss, it’s that goblin! Didn’t he die?”

Anthony’s Black Warrior had once captured Silver Coin, killed him, and sifted through his memories. He should be as dead as one can be, so how did he get tangled up with the elves?

Anthony had previously thought of him as a minor character, but now he was suddenly linked to the continent’s hot spot. Anthony sharply realized that it probably had something to do with Resting Abyss, otherwise how would a mere goblin merchant make the headlines?

“Oh God of Knowledge, what grand things are you doing again? Did you actually…” When he mumbled to this part, Anthony suddenly drew a sharp breath.

He suddenly remembered something the God of Knowledge had once said: ‘I’m currently very knowledgeable about growing crops, and am researching on how to grow the World Tree.’ At first, he thought it was said in jest, but the elves’ anomaly this time was related to the World Tree. Could it be?

“Did the God of Knowledge actually manage to grow a World Tree?” Anthony mechanically murmured to himself.

Tearing off the corner number of the intelligence document, Anthony pressed his ring against the number. There was a glow where the ring met the paper, leaving an imprint.

If he handed out this paper with the imprinted number, naturally, someone else would handle the aftermath.

Different actions corresponded to different follow-ups. Normally, a stamp would be put on the document, marking it as “read”, “followed up”, or “archived”.

But this kind of immediate return of the original paper with merely its number and Anthony’s imprint indicated a top-priority handling method—destroy everything with the same number without leaving an archive.

Anthony left his office and returned to his secret chamber. He activated the teleportation array, calling out to the one in Demon Valley. Because Negris was absent and someone had to go call him, it took a while before the communication was connected.

“God of Knowledge, I heard that you were researching on how to grow the

World Tree. Have you succeeded? Can you sell one to me?” Anthony asked.

Negris blinked and immediately shot back: “No, who’s growing the World Tree? That’s a joke. Can it be grown casually? I just threw it out there.”

Anthony put on a ‘I knew you would do this’ face and nonchalantly said, “Do you still remember Steadfast Locke?”

Negris felt a pang: “Steadfast Locke? Is he still alive?” If he wasn’t, mentioning Steadfast Locke all of a sudden for nothing would scare the dragon to death.

“No, he’s dead, but if you sell me a World Tree sapling, I’ll tell you where his skeleton is. When you were dragged back by him, didn’t you constantly bellow about wanting to urinate on his grave? Well, here’s your chance.” Anthony spoke with a grin.

PS: I woke up late today, so I rushed to update one chapter first.. Hop on!

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