Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 232: Chapter 161: Lots of Ships_2

Translator: 549690339

Once it leaped up, its hind claws and limbs dug into the net, anchoring itself firmly. Unless the Bone Dragon made a drastic maneuver, it wouldn’t worry about falling off.

As for Little Zombie and Little Angel, the nostrils of the Bone Dragon were their exclusive seats. They loved to curl up inside the nostrils, stick out their little heads, and howl. Now, in the villages near the Fallen Dragon Lake, a legend began to circulate about the howling of the Giant Dragon.

Watching this colossal monster twenty meters long land before him, Clay was completely dumbfounded. His mother was even more stunned, drooling from the corner of her mouth, then suddenly she shouted clearly: “Dragon!”

This was one of the rare occasions when she made a sound.

All of Clay’s possessions, including the Silkworm Babies, had been stuffed into Ange’s Palace by Ange, including the big guys like Purple Corpse and Lightning. They couldn’t ride the dragon, else the Bone Dragon wouldn’t be able to fly.

Clambering up anxiously, Clay first held onto the rope net tightly. After a while, the Bone Dragon took to the sky.

When they returned to the Oasis, Ange immediately plucked some World Tree leaves, placing the Silkworm Babies on them to see if they would eat. However, the Silkworm Babies curled up into a ball, showing no signs of eating.

“Lord, it may not be a problem with the leaves. They eat grass, and tree leaves should taste better. It might be due to the temperature and humidity. It’s too hot and dry here.” Clay suggested.

Negris curled his lip. These were no ordinary tree leaves; they were World Tree leaves. He had mentioned it casually before, without expecting Ange to remember. The moment Ange returned, he plucked old leaves from the World Tree to feed them, seemingly unafraid they might eat themselves to death.

Inside the Sandstone House, with a few spells, the room’s temperature dropped to an appropriate level. Spraying the Silkworm Babies with water, they slowly unfurled themselves after not too long.

Its front had a little mouth and two little black-bean-like eyes. While unfurling, it rubbed its belly with its head, as though washing its face.

“Wow, such a cute bug. Where did you get it, Lord?” Lisa, Anna, Sofia, and other women who stayed behind gathered around, all captivated by the plump Silkworm Baby.

“It looks plump and tender. It must taste good when roasted.” Anna commented.

Sofia nodded: “Just like a date worm. Roast it until it’s done, sprinkle some spices, take a bite, and it explodes with flavor. This bug is bigger, and definitely tastes better.”

While the women chatted away, the oblivious Silkworm Babies cheerfully began nibbling on the old leaves.

The old leaves of the World Tree were relative to its sprouts. Fully grown leaves were considered old leaves, each of them green and thick, oozing water once squeezed.

The Silkworm Babies obviously loved them. They ate happily, but not long after, they rolled onto their backs, lying as stiff as corpses. Ange would have thought they were dead if not for their breathing.

Clay had never encountered such a situation either. He could only guess: “It looks like they are full. They occasionally look like this when they’re full.”

“Occasionally?” Lisa and the others turned their heads in unison. Infrequently at full? That sounded like a form of torment. Not letting the Silkworm Babies get full?

“Yes, occasionally full. I can’t even get myself full. Where can they get enough food?”

Seeing that the Silkworm Babies had no signs of waking up soon, everyone slowly dispersed. Lisa finally noticed Clay’s mother, huddled in a corner. After a brief explanation, Lisa said sympathetically:

“Oh my, she looks so skinny and must have suffered a lot. She’s only covered in rags but managed to keep herself clean. Let’s get you changed into better clothes,” she suggested.

As she tried to lead Clay’s mother away, she screamed and quickly hid behind Clay.

“Is the situation that severe? We must find Lord Anthony then.” Lisa realized she couldn’t handle this alone.

Clay, his mother, and the Silkworm Babies settled in a Sandstone House like this. The next morning, Clay, excitedly holding a roll of white cloth, rushed over to Ange: “Lord, it’s been woven. It’s been woven. The Silkworm Babies have had babies. These leaves are amazing. The Silkworm Babies grew so quickly after eating them.”

The Silkworm Babies not only ate the World Tree but also grew quickly. Overnight, they had laid several eggs. Although they hadn’t hatched yet, once they did, the number of silkworms would increase several times over.

The most important thing was, they made cloth, producing a roll in a single night which was even longer than the one Clay had previously sold to them at the market, and that one had taken several days to make.

“That’s right, the cloth appears to be fire-resistant, besides being fire-resistant, does it have any other properties? If it has another property, its value could be a hundred times higher,” Negris said excitedly.

After some testing, they found out that the second roll of silk cloth was immune to electricity, wouldn’t distort or shrink when soaked in water, dried quickly, absorbed sweat, kept warmth, was breathable, could resist pulling and tearing, and was puncture-proof. Almost all the advantages of fabric were embodied in it, which was incredibly amazing.

The first roll of silk cloth was purely fire-resistant and couldn’t resist electric currents, other advantages were significantly less.

“Could it be due to eating the leaves of the World Tree? It enhanced its features to this extent?” Negris wondered.

In order to figure out the reason for the greatly improved performance of the silk cloth, Ange started using his strongest point of reference. He divided the silkworm babies into several other trays, one was fed regular leaves, one was fed the leaves of the World Tree, and another one was fed fruits and grains.

The silk cloth woven from eating regular leaves was fire-resistant, and the silk cloth woven from eating leaves of the World Tree was electricity-resistant, a greatly improved deluxe version. And that woven from eating fruits and grains was ordinary silk cloth without any magical properties.

“This silkworm baby is amazing. The silk produced varies depending on the type of food consumed. If we try other types of food, can we produce silk that is water, fire, or even Holy Light resistant? Yes, the Holy Mushroom! Ange, try feeding them with Holy Mushroom to see if they will eat it,” Negris suggested.

An extra control group was set up. They tried feeding Holy Mushroom first, but the silkworm babies didn’t eat it.

When the Holy Mushroom powder was sprinkled on the leaves of the World Tree, the silkworm babies inevitably ate some while nibbling. Indeed, the cloth woven had a slight inhibitory effect on the Holy Light. Though not completely immune, it could mitigate its damage.

The Holy Light here, of course, did not refer to Ange’s but the orthodox Church of Light’s Holy Light. Speaking of why they had the orthodox Holy Light? Didn’t they just capture a Holy Spirit Angel? Its Holy Light was very pure.

Lisa immediately made a dress for Little Angel out of the Holy Light silk cloth.

“Here, try releasing the Holy Light Flash and see if it will burn your dress again.”

Little Angel’s eyes lit up and looked at Ange. After getting permission, she pressed eagerly and cast a spell toward the distant space.

Her Holy Light silk dress was giving off white smoke, but it was not destroyed.

“Nice, the quality of the silk is really good.” Lisa’s eyes glowed, already thinking of what kind of designs would be suitable to be made with silk cloth.

Days passed by, and in no time, three months had gone by. Around Fallen Dragon Lake, fields of swaying golden rice ears could be seen. The heavy rice ears caused the stems to bend over.

Upon seeing this, Negris could only sigh, “What a harvest year.”

Ange, however, was holding a little notebook, quickly jotting something down.

“What are you writing?” Negris asked curiously.

“These, they need to be lodged.” Ange pointed to the bent rice ears.

Negris was dumbfounded, scratching his head with his little claw. He didn’t dare say anything, as Ange’s knowledge in cultivation had far exceeded his understanding, especially after getting the notes from the Spring Breeze Druid Loui. The things Ange had done mystified him, so now he basically only asked questions to update his knowledge base, he did not dare to speak randomly.

“There is so much rice, how will it be harvested? How to store after harvesting? How to digest after storing? Surely you can’t just grow it as before and leave it as is, right?” Negris cunningly changed the subject.

Ange tilted his head, confusedly saying: “Just grow it.” Obviously, he had not considered how to deal with it after cultivation. It’s clear that simply digging a hole nearby and burying it like in the Resting Abyss wouldn’t work, as the ground here is too humid, and it occasionally rains, the grains would get wet. So he simply did nothing about it.

Negris was ready to cough up blood, was about to say something when John ran over quickly: “Lord, boats, lots of boats!”

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!