Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 202: Chapter 146 Noticed_1

Translator: 549690339

Why the Land of Slumber had disappeared and the Resting Camp had shrunk were beyond their comprehension. If not for Rogge’s explanation, Negris would have simply assumed that the Resting Camp had always been this way.

After discussing for quite some time without reaching any conclusion, they dispersed with their questions still unanswered. Before they knew it, three months had passed.

Hovering over the Lake Island of the Fallen Dragon Lake, a black Giant Dragon flew by, dropping several figures into the water like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

The Little Angel sprang out of the wet mud, squawking as he keener chased the wild ducks by the shore.

As he approached the ground, the Little Zombie flipped into the air, landing lightly on the water. Then he started running like crazy. His shoes morphed into broad palm faces, increasing contact area much like a duck’s foot. The rapid flapping of his feet allowed him to run directly on the water.

Catching up to the wild ducks quickly, the Little Zombie startled them into frantic flight.

The Little Angel yelled, flinging a whip made of Holy Light towards the Little Zombie’s feet.

The Little Zombie lightly kicked the Holy Light Whip, accelerating greatly and lunging towards the wild ducks.

A silver figure flashed by, snapping up a wild duck in its mouth before swiftly shooting off again. They could only catch a glimpse of the white scales around its throat.

White Neck, the Silver Dragon, had shown remarkable speed only three months after hatching.

The Little Angel whined in irritation and considered spreading his wings, but he decided against it. Instead, he ran up to the Little Zombie and punched him right in the eye socket.

Both Little Angel and Little Zombie started to squabble, refusing to back down.

The black Giant Dragon was the Bone Dragon that Ange had previously unearthed from Fallen Dragon Lake. After several days of effort, Ange had managed to restore its skin, creating a new type of Undead different from the normal Bone Dragons and Corpse Dragons.

With the Bone Dragon as a base and a skin-covered exterior, the creature retained a dragon’s ability to fly, but without organs or muscles. It was essentially still a Bone Dragon.

However, because of its appearance, it appeared like a real dragon, scaring many people.

Negris and Rogge slowly descended, followed by a Goblin carrying a parachute.

The inventor of the Magic Egg Cannon, Goblin Engineer Varigu.

Looking at the desolate Lake Island, Varigu muttered, “There’s no farmland here. They’re not planning to use these aquatic plants for the competition, are they?”

As he mumbled to himself, he adjusted the direction of his parachute, attempting to land on dry land rather than in the water like the Little Angel and Little Zombie.

Ange, who had already landed, was leveling the ground. Holding a hoe in both hands, he walked backward, using the Ground Cracking Technique to loosen the earth before the hoe turned it over.

Varigu scoffed, “This efficiency? Even Dwarfs who don’t know how to farm can do better. And he still thinks he can compete with our Goblin-engineered machines?”

Varigu leisurely opened his toolkit and addressed Negris, who had just arrived, “just a reminder, if my Engineer Team beats your Manual Labor Team, you’re funding the construction of Magic Egg Cannons.”

Negris nodded, “No problem whatsoever. As per our agreement, if you win, the blueprints to the All-Powerful Automatic Sowing and Harvesting Machine are ours. We’ll offer further investment for you to continue the research and development of the Magic Egg Cannons. However, if you lose, you’ll either have to accept employment with Silver Coin Commerce or pay a find to regain your freedom.”

Varigu sighed, “I feel like these terms are as crafty as Goblin Merchants. Why is it that if I win, the blueprints of the machine go to you? Shouldn’t it be if I win, you invest in me, and if I lose, the blueprints go to you?”

Negris responded as if it was the most natural thing in the world, “Why would we want your harvester if you lose the contest? Isn’t it because your machine failed we won, and therein your machine proved to be useless?”

“Nis “Then why would I need to pay a ransom? If I don’t pay the ransom, I’ll have to accept employment. What’s this Silver Coin Commerce all about?” Varigu asked. The idea of being employed by a commerce company was an affront to his status as an Award Master Gear.

Negris asked incredulously, “Otherwise? Although we didn’t be the ones to capture you, we did rescue you and incurred significant expenses. Surely you can’t expect good Samaritans to shoulder those losses? Who would want to rescue people in the future?”

“Don’t twist the facts. You clearly defended the Oasis against a bandit attack and only rescued me as an afterthought.”

“Whether it was an afterthought or not doesn’t matter. We saved you, did we not?”

“…Yes.”

“We spent money sourcing materials for you to research the Automatic Harvester to compete against us, right?”

“Right.”

“You’d need to pay a ransom or serve employment since you lost. If you lost, not only would we take your blueprints, but we will also continue investing in your research for the Magic Egg Cannon. We’re helping you, aren’t we?”

Varigu was flabbergasted by Negris argument, “Are you saying I should be thanking you?”

“Of course, you should thank us since we saved you, right?”

“Right…” Varigu admitted reluctantly, although it didn’t sit well with him.

Negris inwardly smirked: So, you accuse me of twisting words? I’ll show you what that really means.

After a moment of bewilderment, Varigu suddenly yelled, “But I was forced by you for this contest!”

“What do you mean ‘forced’? Are you admitting that your Automatic Harvester is inferior to our Manual Labor Team? If you agree, we can call off the contest right now,” Negris asserted confidently.