Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Negris naturally wouldn’t bother with them and continued to question them: “Where’s the witch? Where did the witch go? Why are you guys here?”

The two sirens looked at each other, shook their heads and said: “We were invited by humans to attend a music festival. On the way back, the Great Shaman seemed to have received some information and became deeply worried. She eventually stopped and put us into a deep sleep, mentioning something about a ‘Soul Storm’. When we regained our consciousness, we saw you. We have no idea where the Great Shaman has gone.”

Disappointed, it seemed that getting more crucial information from these two sirens was impossible. Perhaps because of this, Misha found the Wailing Voice of the lead singer here. It’s possible that other sirens also existed here at some point.

Over a thousand years have passed. Some might have dissipated in unfortunate circumstances, some were eliminated and purified by humans, others may have died under the sun, all are possibilities.

“Never mind, let’s farm. There might be other sirens nearby. Let’s look for them while we farm.” Negris said.

Ange quickly pulled out the Earth Hammer and handed it to the Little Angel. The Little Zombie, whose soul had leveled up, materialised two large hoes, and they all rushed off to farm.

Negris turned to the two sirens and asked: “What about you two? Would you like to follow us? If you do, you’ll have to pledge the Soul Oath to Ange.”

These two were affiliated with the Great Shaman, and were on the same level as everyone else. Negris couldn’t force them to pledge their souls. However, if they willingly pledged, then there would be no issue. In case the Great Shaman is not dead, no one can blame him.

The two sirens didn’t hesitate much before pledging their Soul Oath. After all, not just anyone can perform the Undead Symphony. Ange could do it, and had even bestowed upon them new life, so pledging their souls was a given.

Especially now that they knew a thousand years had passed, the Undead Empire was destroyed, and they didn’t have a home to return to, they had no option but to offer their souls.

However, after pledging the Soul Oath, they were taken inside the Temple of Rest for a tour. Only then did they understand that the Undead Empire was now left with just Ange and Negris.

Ange, along with everyone else, was ‘happily’ cultivating mushrooms. Gravel, clean loam, moist air, mild sunlight, and Kvada – it was simply a mushroom paradise.

After a couple of days, Luther and the others grew bored and began shirking their duties. “This is so boring. Weren’t we supposed to come here to help Granny Lisa take down the Wusu Kingdom? Why hasn’t anything happened?”

As soon as they finished speaking, the hurried sound of horse hooves echoed through the forest. A knight bearing multiple scars on his face galloped up to them, stopped in front of Lisa and saluted, declaring loudly: “My lady, the Wusu people are here.”

It was Clero, now healed from his disabilities, who went on to pay his respects to Ange after reporting to Lisa.

It was this man who had cleanly amputated his leg, whittling it down until it was even, then reattached it. Throughout the whole process, Clero felt no pain at all. He was able to walk once it was attached, it was simply miraculous.

However, Lisa looked at the scars on his face and complained: “Clero, aren’t you going to do something about the scars on your face? They look terrible.”

Clero gave a small smile: “No, they serve as a constant reminder of the serious consequences of making mistakes.”

PS: The complete lyrics of the “Undead Symphony” are below. Lyrics by: Thulium Shadow

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