Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 513 - 297: Stone Egg of Hundreds of Thousands of Years_2
Chapter 514: Chapter 297: Stone Egg of Hundreds of Thousands of Years_2
“Cash out, we have money now, four hundred thousand Demon Crystals, no big deal.” Brooks said with confidence.
“You’ve got money? You found a mine? How did you make it? Cash is best. And while we’re at it, settle last time’s debt. You promised to work off the debt, but halfway through your wife dragged you back.” Negris complained.
“My old face isn’t worth much… fine, let’s settle. We did find a mine. Hehe, you probably have no idea how abundant the resources are in the ocean. It’s just some worthless rocks, they’re everywhere.” Brooks stated.
The Giant Dragons didn’t care for Demon Crystals in the past because they didn’t engage in any economic activities. Crucially, carrying Demon Crystals was only a nuisance. The real value of the crystals was in replenishing Magic Power and aiding cultivation. These perks were trivial for the Giant Dragons. To replenish their Magic Power, they would need to consume several tons of Demon Crystals each time.
But now, Demon Crystals could solve their biggest headache – laying eggs, so they suddenly became valuable. On Brooks’ orders, countless Giant Dragons went searching and before long found Demon Crystal Mines on several islands.
The overseas areas were untouched lands. There were even open-air Demon Crystal Mines. The Giant Dragons could uncover a heap of these with a few scratches from their claws. No wonder they dared to call Demon Crystals ‘worthless rocks’.
“Then mine some more. Oh, that won’t do, if you mine too many and can’t use them all, spending them in the human world could disrupt their economy. Nevermind, mine some and keep them aside, we’ll cash in when we need to.” Negris suggested.
While the two were casually chatting, Ange suddenly pointed to a dark round object in the hatching room and asked, “Whose egg is this?”
In the depths of the hatching room was a perfectly round stone that was half a person tall, stored amongst a pile of oddly shaped rocks. It didn’t stand out.
“An egg? What egg? Isn’t that just a stone?” Brooks and Negris were taken aback by Ange’s assertion. It was as if a guest had come over and asked whose child the doll was, enough to scare someone to death.
“Egg.” Ange walked over, patted it, and found that it had petrified.
“This is a stone. How could there be such a round egg, don’t make a joke, it’s quite terrifying.” Negris complained.
Since the Dragon Clan settled here, the layout of the hatching room had remained virtually unchanged, except for the wear and tear, which had significantly expanded the internal space. That change occurred hundreds of thousands of years ago.
The heritage inheritance certainly would not record every round stone, so Negris didn’t know how long this particular round stone had been here, but it had been here for at least ten thousand years.
Because he himself had hatched here, and by that time, this round stone was already here.
“Look, it’s round, the surface doesn’t have the patterns characteristic of an eggshell, and it’s so small. How could it be an egg?” Negris continued to object because if it were indeed an egg, the matter would become extremely bone-chilling.
“Egg.” Ange stated. “The patterns have worn off.”
While saying that, he took out the Essence Bug Ash Liquid, preparing to drop it on the round stone to prove his point. However, he was stopped by Negris.
A range of emotions crossed Negris’ face as he hesitated and looked at Brooks.
Brooks was somewhat annoyed, waiting to see how Ange would prove that the round stone was an egg. If Ange failed, Brooks was ready to ridicule him. After all, this was utterly absurd. From now on, whenever he saw a round stone, would he have to wonder if it was an egg?
Unexpectedly, Negris stopped Ange and looked back at Brooks, giving him a puzzling look. What the hell was going on? Brooks paused.
“What’s the matter? Continue.” Brooks urged.
“What if it really is an egg?” Negris asked.
“Ah, impossible, how could it be an egg?” Brooks disbelieved.
“What if it is? Taking into account the size of the egg and the fact that it has petrified over hundreds of thousands of years, if it truly is an egg, who do you think it could belong to?” Negris asked.
“Ssshh, the Dragon God?” Brooks took a cold breath, thinking of a possibility.
“What will be the consequences if it has the slightest connection to the Dragon God?” Negris led him on.
Unable to help himself, Brooks began to pace about, murmuring, “Keep it for worship, no one can touch it. You need to submit a report and get permission even to look at it.”
After a while, Brooks turned to Negris and asked, “What’s your take on this?”
Negris replied, “I’ll take away a round stone from here. No matter what happens to it later, whether it’s broken, resurrected, hatched, or even if the Dragon God is revived, it has nothing to do with this rock.”
On hearing this, Brooks started to whistle in shock. Undoubtedly, this was the best way to handle the situation. For a Dragon of Negris’ status, taking a round stone from the hatching room was completely reasonable.
If it was confirmed to be an egg, trying to remove it from the hatching room later would be met with the unanimous objection of all the Giant Dragons, who would want to consecrate the egg immediately. Any matter involving the egg would need to be backed up by a report and a request for permission.
An egg that has been stored in the hatching room for hundreds of thousands of years could very well have been laid by the Dragon God. This is a relic of the Dragon God; no one could be disrespectful to it.
But does this make any sense? Paying utmost respect to a stone?
But what if Negris takes it away?
Would it be resurrected? Hatched? Revive? Even if only a piece of skin or flesh was extracted, given Ange’s ability, could he cultivate the creature inside?
