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

"It's normal not to send spies. The Undead are likely to soul-search. But as long as you don't kill them, it's fine. Living people eat, drink, defecate, and urinate, leaving traces behind. Even if you ignore these people, they will occupy a large area, thereby encroaching on your space. It's a no-win situation."


"Yeah, it took me many years to understand this. Do you know who were the first few batches of people who fled here?" Rogge said with a bitter smile.


"When we were active in human territories, didn't we adopt some native Undead? They all have families. The first few batches of living people who were driven here were their relatives. We didn't just refrain from killing them; our Witch companions who looked like they were in their forties had to take care of the grandchildren of their eighty-year-old children. If their sons died and their grandchildren grew up, they even had to find wives for their grandchildren and figure out how to provide for the newborns..."


Chapter 155 Sick, Is there hope?_2