Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 937 - 514 Taken to Farm_2
Chapter 937: Chapter 514: Taken to Farm_2
Chapter 937: Chapter 514: Taken to Farm_2
Purple Corpse seriously remembered it; no matter what others said, she only acknowledged one truth, “I am a citizen of Ange.” Now, hearing the Great Shaman mention the Thunderblood lineage, she immediately corrected him.
“But… the Titan… what about the Titan?” the Great Shaman hesitated to ask.
Whatever you say, we’ll do,” Purple Corpse replied, “You directed us to inform Emperor Blue Star; we’ll go back and find Auburnli.”
“But, what about your bottleneck?” the Great Shaman asked.
“When the time comes, I’ll just speak to you about it. You should be able to solve it, or at worst, we’ll just capture a Titan,” Purple Corpse answered.
“This…” the Great Shaman grimaced. Not to mention their special relationship with the Thunder Titan, just the sheer size of those six or seven-meter-tall Titan Giants—how could Purple Corpse talk about them as if they were as commonplace as cabbages, ready to be plucked at will?
A four-meter-tall giant thundered into the Goddess of Beauty City, picked up Auburnli, who was taking a sand bath, and started running out, dazzlingly fast.
“Clothes, clothes, are you mad?” the sand transformed into a giant and grabbed Purple Corpse.
Her sand giant swept away the sand, but left everyone else who was taking a sand bath in a sorry state, lying starkly in the pool, covering their faces and screaming.
Taking advantage of the others’ slow reaction, Auburnli quickly slipped into a robe, mounted Purple Corpse’s shoulders, and escaped.
Once outside, an infuriated Auburnli pounded on Purple Corpse’s head with her small fists, “Why didn’t you say this inside?! Dragging me out here, I thought we were going to fight, and I wasted a use of my membership card. You owe me! I’m furious. You, the Mage over there, stop, what grade are you, stop!”
What’s meant by ‘When the Dean of Discipline rages, attendance suffers,’ Purple Corpse had just messed up the day for those Stellaris Academy students who sneaked out. Usually, Auburnli turned a blind eye.
…
“The Titan has returned? Could it be from those anomalies in the direction of the Death Star?” It wasn’t even time for star-gazing, and Tyrone, who was ‘playing dead’ in bed, immediately connected the recent abnormal changes in the direction of the Death Star when he received the furious message from Auburnli.
It seems a meeting was required; it had been half a year since the last meeting. He used to find occasional meetings annoying, but now, having not had one for half a year, he wondered if the Plane had lost its vitality?
No one stirring up trouble was actually quite boring; he somewhat missed the dynamism of the past.
Turning over, Tyrone activated the meeting summon. Two hours later, everyone accessed the meeting through the Teleportation Array.
Seven lamps representing the attendees lit up five; the two representing Anthony and Guliani didn’t light up, but everyone knew the reason since Anthony had seized Guliani’s Pope’s crown. Theoretically, these two lamps had merged into one.
New novel chapters are published on freewёbn૦νeɭ.com.
However, everyone tacitly avoided proposing to remove one lamp. It was universally accepted that one of the lamps would be represented by another force—Goddess of Beauty City.
Of course, this was their official stance externally; everyone knew who was behind Goddess of Beauty City.
Seeing everyone assembled, Tyrone got straight to the point, “I received a message from Goddess of Beauty City; the Thunder Titan has returned.”
Almost everyone maintained their silence, only Brooks hummed a few times to show support and acknowledge the information.
Tyrone found it strange. It was understandable that others kept quiet, but why were the Dwarves silent?
“Ahem, King Bronzebeard, the Thunder Titan has returned,” Tyrone couldn’t help coughing to catch Bronzebeard’s attention, challenging him to continue pretending not to hear.
From the Teleportation Array came Bronzebeard’s drunken voice, “What? Add more dishes? Okay, add more dishes; cheers.” Followed by a clattering of cups and plates, Bronzebeard seemed to fall over drunk, his snores still clearly audible.
“Kvada, this isn’t a Dwarf; this is just a sly fox!” Tyrone cursed internally. Bronzebeard never drank during a Plane security conference; his current act was clearly pretense.
Why pretend to be drunk? Did he not want the Titan to return, or did he have other schemes in mind?
Bronzebeard’s attitude puzzled Tyrone, making him scratch his head. Unable to figure it out, he turned to Gailard, “Your Majesty, have the Elves received any news?”
Gailard was silent for a moment before suddenly asking, “Did you just say it was a message from Goddess of Beauty City?”
“Uh, yes, a message from Goddess of Beauty City,” Tyrone responded, somewhat bewildered. Why ask this?
Gailard’s tone was relaxed as he said, “Well, good. We, the Elf Clan, will align our stance with Goddess of Beauty City.”
Tyrone was visibly shocked, his eyes widening. What did Gailard’s statement imply?
In international relations, this implied submission. The Elf Clan would obey the commands of Goddess of Beauty City, adopting its stance as their own, united in purpose.
Kvada, what had happened? The proud Elves willing to place themselves in a subordinate position, allowing outsiders to dictate their foreign relations?
Moreover, this didn’t seem forced. Gailard’s tone was easy, as if he were in a good mood.
Tyrone couldn’t help asking, “Your Majesty, you seem to be in a good mood. Has something delightful happened?”
Not mentioning it would have been better; as soon as he brought it up, Gailard couldn’t help but laugh, “The Tree of Life has bloomed and borne fruit.”
“Oh, oh, oh, that’s wonderful news, congratulations.” While he said this, Tyrone’s mind was already filled with question marks.
