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

"Can you farm?" Ange repeated his words.


"Farm?" Aestolia was stunned, wondering why such question popped up. She isn't a Druid after all, so she shook her head without hesitation.


"No need then." Ange immediately responded. Those who couldn't farm, will not be needed.


"Ah?! I ... " Aestolia showed an expression of doubting her life. Was it because she didn't know how to farm that Ange had refused the loyalty of a mage of truth? Did she hear that correctly?


Do truth mages now have to learn farming to have a promising career prospects?


Negris could not help but feel amused. However, it did not oppose Ange's decision. Even if she could farm, Negris did not want to get involved with this Elf as she always gave him a dangerous vibe.


But such a blunt rejection seemed rude, so Negris quickly changed the subject, "Hehe, he is joking. By the way, we didn't ask what your mage specialization is?"


Chapter 239: Insulting Me with Money?_2