Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 562

Chapter 562: Chapter 321: Forever Lost The Vote of The Dwarf_1

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Anthony initially wanted to trick the Elves, as he knew they had some war reserves including Elf Beans that could feed hundreds of thousands of people for a month.

Of course, the Elves would not give up their Elf Beans, but Anthony intended to use the beans as a starting point to secure some other foodstuffs from the Elves. If they refused to sell him the Elf Beans, they could perhaps sell him some plant tubers or dried fruit, right?

Especially one type of tree called Pink Palm. Once it’s cut open, the heartwood inside can be eaten directly, and when dried and pounded into powder, it can be used as flour.

As for the wild vegetables and sprouts that sprung up all over the mountains after rain, the Elves could not possibly exhaust the supply. If people were mobilized for foraging, they could sustain many. The Elves’ utilization rate of the forest resources was astoundingly low.

If the Elves could not spare the manpower, Anthony would be more than happy to dispatch hundreds of thousands of people into the forest to work for themselves.

Food was an urgent need, and at this point, only the Elves had surplus supplies.

Seizing the opportunity before Gallardia could mention the name, Anthony hastily interrupted, “Your Majesty, by your description, are you referring to the Abyss wanderers in the desert? Many of the Fallen People I have taken in were those who fled from there. They’d already bought up all the food of the Abyss wanderers. If you are referring to them, I’m afraid they won’t be able to provide any food either.”

The reason Anthony blaming their food shortage on the Fallen People was mainly to prevent Guliani from blaming him afterwards. He was the dignified Archbishop of the Eastern Diocese, the acting Pope of the Holy Church, and absolutely could not have any ties with the Abyss heretics. That was a red line.

Even if he were compelled by circumstances today and not held accountable, should any problem arise in the future, his enemies would grasp this stain to attack him, which would be quite troublesome.

However, blaming it on the Fallen People seemed a safe bet as their origin was well known, and the responsibility entirely lay with Shamara. His sheltering these people was merely out of compassion and love, forgiveness and kindness; it could only be regarded as a merit and never as a mistake.

It was a tough situation for him. But no wonder, considering his knack for concocting such perfect excuses after having been an adept manipulator for over a thousand years.

Gallardia was a little puzzled when she’s abruptly interrupted. She was, of course, referring to Ange. Due to Little Sapling and the Tree of Life, the Elves had been constantly monitoring Ange’s situation. They knew that Ange had planted another batch of Soilless Rice in Fallen Dragon Lake.

Whether it was Saltwater Rice or Soilless Rice, it was beyond the understanding of the Elves. Kael’danil has applied several times to serve Little Sapling, but due to some recent significant changes among the Elves, and with Ange not responding to her requests, she had not managed to make the trip yet.

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Would Gallardia not understand Kael’danil’s intentions? Serving Little Sapling was certainly her sincere desire, but more so, she wanted to study the Saltwater Rice and Soilless Rice, which were fatally attractive to the Druids.

Kael’danil believed that the crops must have been cultivated by Little Sapling because only the God of Life had the ability to change the nature of species.

With the Tree of Life, Ange should have food supplies. Although it was absurd for the Church of Light to buy food from a group of Abyss refugees, Gallardia would be happy to serve as a middleman, willing to break even, or even take a loss, as long as she can get closer to Little Sapling.

However, to her surprise, Anthony informed her that the food of the Abyss wanderers had been bought up?

What should they do then? Gallardia regretted, “So they’ve already bought out all the supplies? That’s a real shame.” The Elves have lost an opportunity to get closer to Ange.

How could this be? You lost an opportunity, but people on my side could die, Anthony urged, “No, Your Majesty, you can do something about it, please sell me some Elf Beans.”

Gallardia frowned at his words, “Lord Anthony, the Elf Beans are our life reserves. It’s too much of you to request such a thing.”

Elf Beans were war reserves, but who were the Elves preparing for war against? The Elves are straightforward but not stupid, Gallardia certainly had some savvy.

“Then sell me some other foodstuffs, Axe Potato tubers, Pink Palm stems, anything really, as long as it’s edible,” Anthony smoothly proposed.

“Axe Potato tubers? We don’t eat those, how can we sell them to you? It’s too hard to harvest them. And as for Pink Palm, that’s a tree, can you even eat it? Absolutely not, it takes decades for a tree to mature, we can’t sell that to you,” Gallardia responded.

Although they couldn’t see each other’s expressions over the Teleportation Array meeting, Anthony was too lazy to maintain a polite expression anyway. His eyes nearly rolled back into his head. Just listen to what she’s saying?

‘We don’t eat those things’ ‘Harvesting is too hard’ Clearly, they’ve never been hungry. Wait till they’re famished, then see if they’ll eat it. The beautiful Queen Gallardia crouched on the field munching on Axe Potato and beet leaves would definitely be a sight to behold.

“I could send people to harvest it. And Pink Palm, Your Majesty, you’ve never eaten it, right? It’s a fast-growing tree, matures in three years. It’s only tasty if it’s less than three years old. After that, it becomes tough. The powder inside hardens, good for making ropes perhaps, but certainly not edible,” Anthony explained.

Gallardia didn’t respond for a while. She probably went to check the information. After about ten seconds, she mumbled her agreement, “How do you know our forest better than us Elves? We do cultivate Pink Palm, we can sell you some, about ten thousand cubic meters.”

“That’s not enough, Your Majesty, the yield rate of Pink Palm is less than half. Can ten thousand cubic meters yield three thousand tons of food? Most of it is plant tubers. Once you find the right spot to dig, they must be all over the place. If you find it troublesome to harvest, I can send people to dig,” Anthony offered.