Love eventually flows like water

A thousand years after the Undead Empire vanished, the little skeleton who used to farm was still tending to his fields, until the summoning portal reopened.
"Are you guys hungry? I’ve been farming for a thousand years and have stored a tiny bit of food."
"Have these fields been deserted? Can I plant things?"
"The princess's city on the hill doesn’t allow farming? Then never mind, I won't go."
"They want to tax me but won't let me farm? Wipe them out!"

Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

"Hold them off, I'll go ahead, and don't let them see me." Tossing out these words, Anthony ran off in the opposite direction.


If the Church of Light found out that he, a Cardinal, appeared in the depths of a desert thousands of miles away late at night, and was mingling with a bunch of undead, no amount of Holy Water would wash him clean.


"Good! Nice call! Prepare for battle!" Rogge, rejuvenated from his previous despair, bellowed with vigor. The sudden contrast left his underlings from Dark City somewhat flabbergasted.


Negris and Brooks couldn't help but mutter amongst themselves: "I think Anthony shouldn't be a bishop, he should be heading to the confessional."


"How do you know he hasn't sat in one before? Maybe this ability was developed in the confessional. Every believer enters solemnly to confess their sins and then leaves rejoicing. The Church is sure to promote him fast."


Chapter 143: Do you know how to farm? _1