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

Ange pondered for a moment, then asked, "Who are you?"


"Tomb Guardian, Lord Holy Spirit, I am Albert, the Tomb Guardian of the stone chamber, specifically tasked with guarding the stone chamber cemetery." The priest replied hastily.


If Ange had remained silent, the man might have wet himself by now. Asking questions was a good sign.


"Huh?!" This question threw Albert for a loop, "You? Are you not Lord Holy Spirit? The slumbering soul awakens, the decaying body housing a holy spirit. The sacred Light Wings shelter the world, and with a holy sword, you judge all realms and condemn evil."


Ange tilted his head, a familiar tune. The Church of Light? There's a Church of Light here too?


Somehow lost, Ange suddenly knew what to do. He mustn't forget his other identity — Ascetic Monk An. Playing the role of a cultivator of Light was second nature to him, and he easily fell into his familiar rhythm.


Ange looked at Albert and said, "You are guilty."


Chapter 409: So Annoying, I Miss Bronze Dragon_2