Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 440
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Chapter 440: Chapter 261: God of Farming?_1
Jelis had a belly-full of complaints and grievances to express, but before she could, she saw Ange walk to the edge of the ship, asking, “What is extortion? Is it a sin?”
The three adventurers on the small boat were stunned. They remembered this airship being used by a female adventurer with three children, so how had the crew changed?
Moreover, Ange’s question gave them a bad premonition. Who asks whether something is a sin upon meeting? This kind of tactic was reminiscent of the Church of Light.
The lead adventurer hurriedly shook his head, “We did not extort anyone; don’t make false accusations.”
However, Ange responded, “You lied, you are sinful.”
Three chains of light suddenly appeared, binding them tightly. ‘Extortion’ was a term Ange didn’t quite understand, but lying was definitely a sin.
The three adventurers were shackled to the boat by the chains of light. They swallowed enough water to near drowning before the chains disappeared. Surviving the ordeal, they didn’t dare say another word and quickly slunk away.
Those who witnessed this scene on the river didn’t dare to utter a word; they all pretended they hadn’t seen anything.
Were those the Original Sin Shackles? A cleric of such high rank hasn’t appeared on this sandbar for decades.
“Um…” It wasn’t until the three adventurers were out of sight that Jelis reacted, had her troubles been solved?
She had been worrying about what to do. While these small-time extortionists weren’t very strong, they were like sticky bullfrogs – never causing harm but always proving annoying. They had an annoying habit of sticking to you, becoming a major nuisance.
So, in order to avoid trouble, Jelis had compensated them the last time they tried to extort her. But she hadn’t expected this to encourage them, leading to a second extortion attempt so soon after the first.
Ange had punished them using sacred means, the three had no choice but to leave. They were now branded as sinners. The people from the Church of Light would undoubtedly seek them out for a heart-to-heart discussion, until they had been talked into oblivion.
Purifying a person of their sins was considered a great achievement.
Ange had effortlessly resolved the issue that had greatly troubled Jelis. To Ange, this issue wasn’t a problem at all.
Jelis saw that the dockside was up, she quickly resupply and sorted her haul, before raising the sails and departing. Not much time had passed before a cleric rushed to the scene, stamping his foot in regret, “Oh no, I came too late! Why was the Lord in such a hurry, he didn’t even eat a bite before leaving?”
What he regretted was not the meal but the opportunity to host a distinguished guest.
“Find out whose airship that was? Why would the Lord be on that airship?” The cleric quietly commanded his subordinates.
It didn’t take long for the servants to return with the information: “It’s an adventuring team called the ‘Moon Ship.’ The captain’s name is Jelis.”
While Jelis was posing as a Mercenary Group, with their scale they could only be registered as an adventuring team in the Mercenary Guild – and a ‘small’ one at that.
The cleric pondered, what value could an unremarkable small adventuring team have that it managed to attract the attention of such an influential figure who could wield the Original Sin Shackles?
The cleric signalled his subordinates to move closer and quietly asked, “Is this Jelis person pretty?”
The subordinates quickly nodded, “She should be, the way those people talked about her, their eyes weren’t quite right.”
The cleric suddenly realized, then quickly instructed his subordinates, “Let’s pretend we know nothing. From now on, show more respect to Miss Jelis and take extra care of her.”
The subordinates all agreed promptly.
The cleric, gazing at the distant scattered sandbars, muttered thoughtfully, “These big shots do have a lot of interests, sailing on the sea, swaying with the wind?”
Unaware that he was being mistaken as a big shot with an outside mistress, Ange was on his ‘mistress” airship, heading back to the secret base of the Moon Ship.
The range of these sandbars was vast, and their numbers many. After the small airship entered the water channel, it would be blocked by sandbars from all sides. Unless one entered the water channel, it was impossible to spot any human activity here.
You could pick any place that was concealed, yet accessible from all sides, away from the main water channel to serve as a secret base.
Jelis carved out a few dens here to store some supplies, and collected Air Bubble Stones and Dragon Saliva Incense. When she had a considerable amount, she would send it back to the Master Plane.
The money she earned, of course, was kept in her Space Artifact.
“We usually sleep on the ship. This place is mainly used for storage. We have Air Bubble Stones, Dragon Saliva Incense, fish skins, etc. There’s also a small Teleportation Array. But it’s quite small, it can only transport small items. I usually save up enough Air Bubble Stones, then use the teleportation array to send them back. And the rest, like the fish skins and the Dragon Saliva incense, are sent back via the Church’s teleportation arrays.”
Jelis was enthusiastically explaining her accomplishments to Ange. Unfortunately, it was quite awkward, as Ange wasn’t listening at all. Instead, he was examining a sandbar on the opposite side.
It was a crescent-shaped sandbar. The middle part was submerged below the surface of the water, forming a lake. The Crescent Sandbar encircled the lake, leaving only a small mouth connected to the outer sea.
“Does the sandbar over there have an owner?” Ange suddenly asked.
“Huh? An owner? I don’t think so. Ownership goes to whoever seizes it. No one oversees this,” Jelis replied.
“Oh, then it’s mine.” Ange pointed at the sandbar across and stated seriously.
When Ange inquired about the owner of the sandbar across, Negris had an ominous premonition. Indeed, even without asking, Negris knew exactly what Ange intended to do with it.