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

"This is a sand bar, all sand and not a single tuft of grass. Even if you claim it, you won't be able to grow anything on it," Negris said.


Fine, then. Negris sealed his lips. At present, whenever the topic of cultivation came up, if Ange opined that something was possible, Negris wouldn't dare challenge him. As the God of Knowledge, he was no match for Ange in the realm of farming, lest he ended up feeling foolish.


Gentle Wind carried Ange across to the opposite sandbank that was connected to the saltwater lake. With a few spells cast by Ange, piles of rubble transformed into a wall, blocking the gap.


"Closing the gap like that, what are you planning to do? You are not seriously thinking of turning this lake into a giant vat for soilless cultivation, are you?" Negris saw through Ange's intention at once.


Chapter 261 God of Farming? _2