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

"Make a few more sickles, harvesting a hundred thousand tonnes of grain isn't too difficult. Let's start gathering it — harvesting and sending it over to Anthony at the same time. With ample food supply, he'll find it easier to deceive people," said Ange.


Negris, with hands on his hips and smirking with schadenfreude, said, "I want to know right now, how does he plan on getting a hundred thousand people out of the Master Plane?"


Soon enough, Negris understood. "What? A Holy War? These are heathens?"


Negris stared at the farmers in the teleportation array, his eyes bulging in surprise. Humans, heretics in fact, were also present on the Master Plane?


Chapter 265: Goddess Believer, Professional Farmer_2