Chapter 620

"Delicious! So delicious! This is simply the food of the gods." Markol hugs a beetroot, chewing with tears in his eyes and juice flowing everywhere.

The performance of the other three goblins is similar; they are almost stuffing their heads into the beetroots.

To satisfy the needs of different personnel, Ang cultivated several types of superior beetroots. The first is the normal beetroot, which is aged and dried in the breathing soil after harvest to make dried beet, doubling the sugar content.

This dried beet can quickly provide high calories and can stimulate a Sword Saint to break through their limits in a short time.

The second is the fast-growing beetroot, mainly for eating the leaves. As long as the root is not pulled, the leaves can be harvested again and again, and can be repeatedly harvested over a long period.

However, the roots of this fast-growing beetroot cannot be eaten; they have too much fiber and can only be used to feed cattle—yes, yes, the kind of cattle the Tauren have.

The third is the beetroot specifically for eating the roots, also called fruit beetroot. It can be harvested when the sixth leaf grows. At this time, the root is the sweetest, crispest, and juiciest, simply like eating fruit—sweeter than a first love.

The fourth is more special, cultivated specifically for brewing wine; the sugar content is super high, but the taste is not very good.

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Just a beetroot has so many tricks. If they ate fruit and grains with even more tricks, like green dates, wouldn't these goblins cry to death?

Nigris says irritably: "Do you have to be so exaggerated? Haven't you eaten beetroots before?"

Markol and the others look up, look at each other, and shake their heads together.

"Haven't eaten beetroots? What about lettuce? Ye Zi vegetables? Melons and fruits? Green dates?" Nigris starts listing names again.

People who have fruit to eat every day find it hard to understand what "salivating at the thought of plums" means. Nigris just reads them out, and the goblins can't help but swallow, then shake their heads collectively.

"Lord Small Yellow Book, I've only heard of these things you mentioned, never seen them," one goblin says with a smirk.

Markol immediately mocks: "You're bragging. You dare say you've heard of all these? Have you heard of what a green date is?"

That goblin immediately lowers his head in shame.

"Alright, alright, you're just full of tricks, you just want to taste them, right?" Nigris sees through Markol's little thoughts at a glance and flies into the farm to pick a few green dates.

The four goblins hold a beetroot in one hand and a green date in the other, chewing and chewing, unable to help but tear up.

"Their situation is even harder than the Warlock Alliance. The Warlock Alliance at least has fresh melons and fruits, and the nutrient cakes are enough to fill them up. But they can't even guarantee enough food; their usual food is a kind of algae paste, which is very bad, like eating grass."

"Oh, they also eat grass usually, which is even worse. It tastes the same as the algae paste, but it's too tough to chew, and they can't defecate for days after eating it."

"According to them, they have lived on airships and the Divine Kingdom from birth to now. They spend more time on airships and less on the Divine Kingdom. The Divine Kingdom has a small amount of various plants planted, but they are all supplied to the noble lords; they rarely even see them usually."

"Their lives have always been like this, since their ancestors. At least according to Markol, they have lived like this since his twenty-third ancestor, drifting in the void with the Divine Kingdom."

"He even thought everyone was like this and asked where our Divine Kingdom is, why we have so many fresh crops, and if we can sell them some."

Hearing this, Ang tilts his head.

"Why are you tilting your head?" Nigris asks. It can usually understand Ang's body language; as a translator, it has become so familiar that it can translate Ang's actions, causing Ang to speak less and less. But it truly doesn't understand this head tilt.

Ang says: "Sell to them."

"What are you talking about? Don't mess around. Don't forget what we're here for. Uh, what are we here for? Oh, oh, seize the body, seize the body of the Serpent of Misfortune. You said the Serpent of Misfortune can transform into the complete body of a Dragon God." Nigris almost forgot what the main business was.

Ang scratches his head and says distressingly: "I miss Silver Coin."

Nigris is stunned: "Why are you missing Silver Coin for no reason? Pfft, because I won't let you mess around selling things, so you miss Silver Coin? You heartless thing."

Ang shrugs: "I say, Silver Coin sells, no need to worry."

"You mean, you just move your mouth, and Silver Coin will go sell things, so you don't have to worry? And I won't go sell, I'll only lecture you, so you miss Silver Coin?" Nigris says in a sinister tone.

Ang nods.

"Ah, ah, ah!

You dead skeleton, let me out and I'll blow your head off!" Nigris is so angry it wants to jump out and hit someone.

But after it finishes being angry, it realizes it also misses Anthony. If Anthony were here, it wouldn't have to have such a headache making plans.

"What now?" Nigris asks with a headache. It has asked so much information, but none of it helps with 'seizing the body', and it can't even ask what is seizing the Serpent of Misfortune's body.

Because in the cognition of these goblins, that is their god, but no one can clearly say what their god is.

"No one has seen the god. He is in the Divine Realm, or he is the Divine Realm. The Divine Realm has blue skies, white clouds, high mountains, seas, green grass, and green trees. We can go to the Divine Realm to rest for one month every year; the rest of the time we can only stay on the airship," Markol says.

Nigris mutters in its heart: "Is this the Divine Realm? It sounds bigger than the Heavenly Fortress. Could it be a plane? Dragging a plane around? Is it that magical?"

"Forget it, anyway, there are no good ideas. Let them think about it," Nigris turns to Markol and the others and says:

"You guys think of a way. We want to sneak into the Divine Realm. If you think of it, I'll let you go. If you can't, I'll cut your 'things' a hundred times and then kill you. You choose. Be quick, only one needs to think of it; whoever thinks of it first will be released."

The four goblins look at each other. Markol asks tentatively: "We don't need to be released. Can you take us with you? Is it okay if you provide food and housing?"

"Yes, yes, yes, provide food and housing, preferably with the steamed bear paw, roast fat sheep, and fried mushrooms you mentioned earlier, is that okay?" another goblin asks expectantly.

Now it's Nigris's turn to be stunned: "That fast? Don't you want to consider it? You guys aren't pious to your god at all."

Markol curls his lip: "What's the use of piety? We're never full, chewing algae paste every day, and haven't even tasted beetroots. If it weren't for the lord's reward, we might never be able to be full in our lives, let alone taste such delicious green dates. My lord, take us away, we will follow you."

Seeing that these goblins don't seem to be joking, Nigris has to say: "Taking you away is fine, providing food and housing is no problem, but how do you bring us into your Divine Realm?"