Chapter 28: Is There Sugar Beet?

Looking at the three hundred magic crystals in his hand, one-third of which were blue magic crystals, Ang was suddenly thinking, should he return to the Palace of Breath?

Ang had never thought about this problem. He wanted magic crystals because magic crystals could start the teleportation array, so he could return to the farm in the Palace of Breath. The farmland in the farm had reached the time for cultivation again. As a vegetable-farming skeleton, returning to cultivate was a matter of course.

Originally, this problem was not a problem for Ang. If he were still that simple little skeleton, but when he got the magic crystals and could return at any time, this problem suddenly made him hesitate: should he return to the Palace of Breath?

Looking at the glowing moss and pure white Holy Mushrooms around him, thinking of the little zombie who was noisy, and thinking of the glowing moss field and the sinkhole planting area that was about to be reclaimed, Ang only spent two seconds to make a decision: not going back.

This was a decision that exceeded Ang's instinct. The impact was not big, but the significance was particularly significant.

Since he decided not to go back, Ang put away the magic crystals, but touched them all over and found he had no pockets. Forget it, dig a pit and bury them.

Just when he was preparing to dig a pit, Nai Ge Li Si finally couldn't watch anymore: "Don't you have a magic-patterned leather ornament? The full name of that thing is Dimensional Space Positioning Transfer Bracelet, referred to as Positioning Bracelet. As long as you give it a little bit of energy, it can transfer objects of corresponding mass. The mass of magic crystals is very light. You can put them in directly."

"Put in?" Ang tilted his head.

Following the opposite steps of transferring food, he actually put the magic crystals in. Because the mass was small, the energy required to put three hundred magic crystals in was not as much as one-twentieth of a bag of food.

If calculated by mass, putting precious things in was really very cost-effective. As long as the bracelet was still there, there was no fear of loss.

After putting away the magic crystals, Ang called the little zombie and the minotaur skeleton, led the angel skeleton, and prepared to move to the sinkhole planting area.

Nai Ge Li Si couldn't watch anymore and said again: "Why don't you simply engrave a soul brand on this skeleton? With the soul strength gap between you, this is a thing that is easy to succeed. There is no need to tie it up."

The angel skeleton's appearance at this moment was too deceptive. Its small size was like a cute little girl, but it was tied like this. People with a bit of kindness couldn't watch it, only a guy like Ang who had no heart would take it for granted.

"Soul brand?" Ang tilted his head: "Don't know."

"Yes yes yes, I know you don't know. I'll teach you. I'm almost becoming your housekeeper," Nai Ge Li Si said angrily.

A soul brand was a skill that almost all high-level undead creatures knew. This was a kind of forced engraving of one's own brand on the soul of a low-level undead creature, thereby controlling everything of the other party.

But Ang was not a normal high-level undead creature at all. He had already condensed his soul heart and reached the level of a golden skeleton, but the little brother with soul connection was only the little zombie. Which golden skeleton king wasn't thousands or tens of thousands of little brothers?

Even if it was the only seedling little zombie, the soul connection with Ang was also achieved through the soul network, not the soul brand, which led to Ang not knowing what a soul brand was at all.

Receiving the usage of the soul brand transmitted by Nai Ge Li Si, Ang grabbed the angel skeleton, and then pressed his will toward its soul.

One was a high-level undead creature with a soul heart, and one was a newborn skeleton. Although its shell was a battle angel's shell, in essence, it was still a newborn skeleton, without any room for resistance.

However, it didn't seem to resist either. It struggled when grabbed by Ang, but after seeing it was Ang, it didn't resist, and the brand was easily printed in its soul.

A soul-level connection was established between Ang and the angel skeleton. This connection was no different from the one with the little zombie. Ang could also sense its emotions and then make some restrictions on it.

"Don't hit people." Ang issued an order to it and untied the rope that tied it. Tying it up was because it was too noisy. If there was a soul brand to bind it, naturally there was no need for a rope.

However, the angel skeleton touched its empty neck, realized that the restriction on it had been lifted, and it spread its wings with a swish and pounced toward the little zombie.

"Not allowed to hit people!" Ang said in his soul. With a thought, the angel skeleton, which was rushing with momentum, stiffened all over and fell straight to the ground, unable to move even a finger.

This was the advantage of soul control. As long as Ang had a thought, he could make it lose even the ability to think.

This was also why there were places for collecting faith like the Undead Temple, but the Undead Monarch didn't pay much attention to them, because the Monarch had more efficient control means. The soul network was much more efficient than belief power.

'Not a person...' Ang actually felt this meaning from the angel skeleton's emotions.

Makes sense. The little zombie was indeed not a 'person', so it could be hit...

"Not allowed..." Ang just wanted to fill this loophole, who knew the little zombie moved. It smashed a fist on the angel skeleton's cheek, leaving a fist print on that clean and fair little face.

Ang had a feeling of annoyance for the first time. He released the restriction on the angel skeleton and let the two of them fight into a ball, ignoring them.

A newborn lich, a newborn skeleton, one thick-skinned and fleshy, one covered in skin and flesh, one fast, one agile, neither could do anything to the other. Halfway through the fight, seeing Ang leave, they hurriedly stopped and chased out.

The minotaur skeleton watched blankly for a while and chased after them.

Auntie Minotaur's family hurriedly carried water buckets and followed. Holy Mushrooms were always being planted around the temple, and they needed a large amount of purified Holy Water to water them. Auntie Minotaur's family was responsible for carrying the water Ang purified back every day.

Holy Water was the key to planting Holy Mushrooms. Without purified water, Holy Mushrooms would soon rot.

The goblin Kelaige was watching the Holy Mushrooms that were finally obtained gradually rot and decay, and had no way at all.

As the most technical goblin in the underground city, Kelaige naturally didn't want to let go of high-value crops like Holy Mushrooms. He requested Fei Lin to get him a live Holy Mushroom, not expecting it to become like this after watering twice.

"Not every kind of money can be earned. If it were so easy to get, this thing wouldn't be so expensive." Kelaige scratched his head.

He saw Ang produce ten jin of Holy Mushroom powder in half a month and felt it was quite easy. Now he had to admit that this thing was easy for some people, but difficult for others.

"Must find a way to let Lord Fei Lin get more. This is a divine object for treating basic diseases. With it, some minor illnesses and pains can be treated at the beginning, so they won't drag minor illnesses into major illnesses, and finally die painfully. Sigh." Kelaige sighed and looked back at a box in the corner. The box contained his son's skeleton.

Just like Auntie Minotaur would hang her ancestor's skull on the wall at home, for the underground city with undead faith, keeping the corpses of close relatives at home was too normal. Kelaige's son died of pneumonia caused by a small cold.

If there were Holy Mushroom powder at that time, a small cold would be cleared directly, and it wouldn't develop into pneumonia.

Thinking and doing, Kelaige opened the sheepskin scroll, wrote things on it, and turned to hand it to Fei Lin, asking him to approve it.

Thirty magic crystals per jin was still too expensive, but forget it. Making money was Fei Lin and Aisike's business. As long as Holy Mushroom powder could be bought.

Aisike, who was completely unaware of being calculated, sneezed, rubbed his nose, and asked Ang: "Do you want to build a lighting array for you?"

The lighting magic array was a necessary tool for the planting area. The light underground was still too low. Now there was glowing moss as a supplementary light source, but a high-power lighting array could still supplement light during necessary periods, such as the heading stage, grain-filling stage, etc.

Ang was interested in everything related to planting. Hearing this, he nodded. At this moment, Fei Lin was not by his side, and no one translated for him, so he put on the scarecrow hat and transformed into a human form and said: "How much money?"

Looking at this skeleton suddenly turning into a lifelike human male, Aisike rubbed his eyes, with an expression of disbelief as if he had seen a ghost: "This... is this an illusion? How can it be so clear? I... I..."

Aisike subconsciously raised his hands twice. He really wanted to smash various magic that broke illusions over, but soon reacted and hurriedly suppressed his impulse.

After calming down, Aisike said: "Money is not needed. It was originally a very simple array. The main trouble is that it needs to be injected with mana to operate. The layout is not very troublesome..."

Speaking of this, Aisike suddenly remembered Fei Lin's previous explanation and hurriedly added: "Uh..., equivalent exchange is needed, right? Let me calculate, just thirty jin of food, is it okay?"

Thirty jin of food, asking an intermediate mage to engrave a magic array, was simply an insult if placed in the human world. But Aisike was a bit shy, feeling that he asked for too much, because this was not the human world, but an underground city lacking food to the point of eating grass.

Thirty jin? Can't change it. A bag of food was twenty jin, two bags would be forty: "Forty." After finishing, he transferred two bags of food out.

Still raising the price? To be honest, as a manager of the underground city, Aisike wouldn't starve, but one more portion of food was one more portion of peace of mind, especially since he knew very well the current situation. Fei Lin was ready to launch an undead disaster.

However, thinking about it, he asked with a thick face: "I don't know if the Lord has sugar beet? If there is, can these food be exchanged for corresponding sugar beet?"

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