Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

By the time Anthony arrived at the Mercenary Guild, a crowd of curious onlookers had already gathered around the tent at the entrance.

For safety, Anthony’s guards first cleared a gap in the crowd, then he and Ange went through and entered the tent.

“Ascetic Monk An, it’s Ascetic Monk An! Could it be that the one who will perform the Great Resurrection Technique isn’t Lord Anthony but Ascetic Monk An himself? That seems likely, no wonder…”

Many in the crowd had seen ‘Ascetic Monk An’ before. Ange’s appearance immediately set off a wave of murmuring.

Negris, who was projected onto Ange, also whispered to Durken with a disgruntled air, “So much for harvesting faith. I knew it, this Anthony wouldn’t do anything that isn’t profitable.”

“Huh? Not profitable?” Durken was somewhat surprised. “He sold the Disciples of Light to the Undead God, the ones who are supposed to go to the Soul Prison… um, they prefer the Fire Execution Frame.”

This made Negris feel embarrassed, “I was just complaining about him out of routine.”

Profit or not, what Anthony is doing now is considered the most serious sin in religion. No deity could ever tolerate such actions. If the Gods of Light were still around, they would have torn Anthony apart already.

Negris understood this, it was just voicing its routine complaints. On the contrary, if Ange really disregarded Anthony, the first one to panic would be it.

Upon entering the tent, their opponent had already been waiting inside and President Kage, who had returned earlier, was also present.

The tent was big, a large military type, where a few hundred people could squeeze in if they wanted to. But now in the tent, there were ‘four people’, namely Ange, Anthony, President Kage, and a mysterious person fully covered in a cloak with only a pair of eyes exposed.

In front of the mysterious person was a coffin, the kind with a small front and back, wider in the middle, divided into two halves, with the upper half that could be opened.

In addition to this, there was also a bag beside the mysterious person’s feet which, judging by the lumpy shape, probably contained a person.

After sizing up the mysterious person for a bit, Anthony suddenly said, “Long time no see.”

The mysterious person was taken aback and quickly looked himself up and down, as if he had been exposed somewhere.

But after a full circle, he found no breaches, he was wrapped up tight.

Realizing that Anthony might be trying to trick him, the mysterious person simply replied bluntly, “It was you who posted the bounty, stating that anyone who brought the head of Count Hess could exchange it for a chance at resurrection, right?”

Anthony responded with a smile, “Indeed, as long as the death did not occur more than a day ago, it’s possible.”

“What would happen if the death occurred over a day ago?” the mysterious person asked dryly.

“Memory loss? Incomplete consciousness? Turning mad? Alive corpse?” Anthony shrugged.

The mysterious person nodded, turned to President Kage and said, “President Kage, you will be the witness.”

Then, he opened the bag at his feet, revealing the terrified face of Count Hess, a dignified count, who had been captured alive to claim the bounty.

Seeing Anthony, Count Hess pleaded in fear, “Don’t, don’t kill me, I’ll pay double the bounty, double…”

Before he could finish his sentence, the mysterious person swung his hand lightly, and Count Hess’s head rolled down with a thud. Even the blood that should have gushed out from his neck was lightly suppressed by the mysterious person, resulting in a seeping effect, preventing the tent from being sprayed with blood.

Anthony twitched his mouth and murmured, “Six hundred lives, six hundred souls yearning for the light, you go ask the gods for compensation. I’ll send you to heaven to see them.”

He nodded to Ange and then murmured something.

Ange tilted his head, then nodded in agreement and walked towards the coffin.

The mysterious person studied Ange with a scrutinizing and puzzled look.

Upon reaching the coffin, Ange opened the top half, revealing a corpse tightly wrapped in sacred burial cloth. Ange probed it with his hand. It was stiff but not dry, it felt like a muscle.

Upon unwrapping the burial cloth, he found that it was indeed a corpse, and one that had been dead for many years. However, unlike ordinary corpses, its degree of shrinkage was minimal.

A normal corpse would shrink to one-third of its living size after drying out, unless it had hardened like a Zombie Lich, allowing it to retain about 70% of its weight.

This corpse had not hardened, but it had not shrunk much either, giving off an impression of a body being too robust to shrink.

The corpse still maintained its appearance from when it was alive. It was a very imposing middle-aged man.

Ange invoked the Holy Light and spread it onto the corpse, which quickly absorbed it.

Upon witnessing this scene, the eyes of the mysterious person widened in shock, and he exclaimed in disbelief, “Purification? Impossible! Redefinition?”

Anthony simply smiled without arguing. He had already confirmed the identity of the other party. As they were both experts, explanation was needless and would seem like a cover-up. After all, this was the Purification technique. As for why it produced this effect, the gods had the final interpretation.

As for which god would explain it? How about… Libra? Not convinced? Then, let’s have a god war!

With Ange’s increasing strength, Anthony’s confidence had been growing as well. Previously, he only wanted to compete for the position of Pope when the Gods of Light were not around. But now, he is preparing to seize the authority to interpret divine metaphors.

Ange took out a bottle of nutrients, poured it into the corpse’s mouth, then poured another evenly onto the skin, invoking the Holy Light as he went along.

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