Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 929 - 508 Okay then Ill take it off first..._2
Chapter 929: 508 Okay then, I’ll take it off first…_2
Chapter 929: 508 Okay then, I’ll take it off first…_2
Nevin’s face turned red as he lay “unconscious” on the ground, but it was too dark for anyone to see.
The small landlord was stunned for a moment before he finally understood what had happened and began to tremble, screaming as he turned to run. The ‘Referee’ he had hired had been scared unconscious by the person opposite him.
However, there suddenly appeared something on the ground that tripped the small landlord forward, and a stone inexplicably moved to his forehead, cracking his skull, and not long after, because he was face down in the dirt, he suffocated.
Only then did Anthony cry out, “This is bad, the fellow you brought has died, he fell and suffocated after his head hit a stone.”
As Nevin groggily stood up he said, “What? He’s dead? This is bad, I failed to protect him, I’ve neglected my duty, quickly, someone, take his body back, return it to his family.”
But internally, he bitterly complained, “Dying because a stone hit his head and suffocated? How am I supposed to explain this! Teacher, you’re making this difficult for me…”
A Bone Dragon descended from the sky, and both the Bone Dragon and the Knight saluted in this direction before lifting the body of the small landlord and flying away.
After deceiving themselves with a staged play, Nevin quietly asked, “Lord Anthony? What exactly happened?”
Anthony, clearly intending to test him, asked with a smile, “What do you think happened?”
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After thinking for a while, Nevin guessed, “The landlord charged exorbitant interest and annexed their lands, did you intervene out of a sense of justice?”
Anthony smiled and nodded, “Do I look that idle? It was our man who got robbed.”
“Oh…” Nevin understood, he had guessed right, though he had hardly believed in his own guess of ‘acting justly’—the Lords are never that idle, it must be that the dead landlord had provoked them.
“So I understand, but how should we handle this situation?” Nevin asked.
“How do you think we should handle it?” Anthony asked back.
Nevin seriously pondered, as Anthony had taught him a lot. Although not officially titled, Nevin had long regarded Anthony as his own teacher, and he knew he had to respond to his teacher’s inquiry with serious, detailed caution.
After a while, Nevin said, “There are three possible ways to handle this. The first is to disregard it, the landlord’s son will inherit everything, and the people here will continue as tenants, but considering that his father died in this village, once we leave, they might oppress the villagers even more.”
“The second is to relocate the village, and the third is to relocate the landlord.”
Anthony looked at Nevin meaningfully, nodding with satisfaction, “Good, you’ve thought it through well. Proceed as you think best.”
“Yes, my Lord,” Nevin respectfully replied.
Negris, utterly confused, couldn’t help but ask, “Wait a minute, wait a minute, what kind of riddle are you guys playing? Nevin, what are you planning to do?”
Nevin, scratching his head awkwardly, said with a sheepish smile, “Relocate the landlord. There are only a few people in his family; it’s easier to move them. Moving the whole village with so many people is too troublesome.”
“No, Anthony said before that it’s best to maintain the status quo when productivity can’t support changes. Aren’t you afraid that nearby landlords and nobles will come and annex the land if you move the landlord’s family away?” Negris asked.
“No, no, there will be a distant relative without inheritance rights left behind, and he will inherit the estate and maintain the current stability,” Nevin said.
“Sss—What exactly has Anthony taught you? How are you planning to move the landlord away, will his family just obediently listen?” Negris asked somewhat acridly.
“They’ll listen, one night a band of thieves will break into their home, tie them up, steal all their money, and leave a ransom note,” Nevin said.
“Bada, you’re not the Nevin I knew. What has Anthony taught you?” Negris was about to lose it.
When they had first met, Nevin was so upright, brave, just, and slightly shy. How had he now become so sly, a spitting image of Anthony?
“Since everything has been discussed openly, Nevin didn’t care anymore and seriously said, “The teachings of the lord are very practical. I have used what he taught me to quell the chaos in over sixty city-states. I was too naive before, not only failing to stop the chaos but also making it worse. Ideals can be intangible, but governance must be pragmatic.”
“You make a lot of sense,” Negris conceded, realizing that this guy had not only learned Anthony’s cunning but also his theories, and, frustratingly, they made sense. Negris felt he couldn’t out-argue him.
Anthony smiled with relief. Nevin was a person of strong justice, kind and upright, but sometimes too naive and idealistic, inflexible in his actions which often led him to inadvertently make things worse.
If no one taught him, his righteousness and kindness could easily lead to self-doubt after repeated failures, eventually completely lost.
However, if one could pair a righteous and kind heart with flexible and adaptable methods, then one would become a qualified ruler.
Seeing him, Anthony felt like he was looking at his younger self.
“By the way, what is Lord Ange doing?” Nevin asked curiously.
“Bloodline awakening. This young one is a Dragon’s Lackey, and the lord is preparing to awaken him as a Dragonkin,” Anthony casually mentioned.
Nevin’s knees went weak, and he fell to the ground. Seeing everyone’s surprised looks, he quickly scrambled to his feet and asked with a trembling voice, “Dragon… Dragon’s Lackey to become a Dragonkin?”
“Yes, is there a problem?” Anthony asked, puzzled, then turned to Negris and inquired, “Is it difficult?”
Negris was also clueless, “I don’t know. I’m not very familiar with Dragon’s Lackeys. Is it difficult?”
To the Giant Dragon Clan, a Dragonkin is the indiscreet bastard of a Giant Dragon, while a Dragon’s Lackey is considered mere dirt, and who would care about some dirt?
“Hehe,” Nevin, rubbing his hands and grinning, said, “If it’s not too difficult, could the lord also help me awaken a few Dragon’s Lackeys? Our Spirit Dragon Knights have a bunch of doltish Dragon’s Lackeys who do nothing but eat and sleep all day, and can’t get any work done properly.”
“No way, do you know what is needed for the awakening? It’s incredibly precious, don’t even ask,” Negris flatly refused.
Joking aside, awakening requires Divine Blood. Ange would have to go back and prick his finger – it’s too harmful to even consider.
“Uh, okay then,” Nevin quickly shut his mouth.
He had seen how extravagantly Ange and his people lived, spending freely on things like World Tree branches and Elf Beans. Even they considered it precious, Nevin thought he might as well sell himself and still not afford it, quickly dismissing the idea.
But Negris, on the other hand, recalled something else, “Speaking of which, your Spirit Dragon Knights should have deep connections with dragons, or the Undead, right? Do you know any strong souls? The kind that can drive fifty or sixty-meter giant dragons?”
Nevin blinked in surprise and glanced at Anthony.
Anthony seemed distracted, his attention drawn to the Little Dragon, as if he hadn’t heard Negris.
Nevin immediately realized, straightened his clothes, and with a very formal expression said, “Such a soul? I think I know one, but I’m not sure what Lord Nage needs this kind of soul for?”
Negris, noticing Nevin and Anthony’s subtle interactions, couldn’t help exclaiming, “Nevin, you’ve become sly! Just by that little gesture, you guys exchanged information? What kind of charade are you playing? Nope, nope, I’ll have to find a silver coin to chat with you to avoid being tricked, Kvada.”
Anthony quickly said, “No, no, no, I was just indicating it’s none of my business, and he should handle it officially. But since he must deal with it officially, let me handle it.”
Nevin immediately looked troubled, “Teacher, that wasn’t what you meant just now, it’s over…”
Anthony also looked troubled, “What could be done, Nage has brought a cunning merchant, not to trick you into selling your trousers?”
Nevin grimaced, “Well then, I guess I’ll take off my trousers first…”
“The powerful spirit I know is the founder of our Spirit Dragon Knights, Spirit Dragon Griffini.”
