Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 585: Chapter 330 Let Me Think Again_2

She dare not think like that now. She was but an insignificant creature abandoned by the gods, or more pitifully, just a mere creature. It was her own doing, just like what Kael’danil constantly complained about: the God of Life does not favor elves…

With such clear understanding, she approached this task with a positive attitude. Picking farm fertilizer? Big deal, she could do that.

But…but… the stench from the buckets sent shivers down her spine. Lisa had the advantage in this regard; she couldn’t smell anything.

Obviously, wielding a long stick was not going to lift anything, it almost knocked over the bucket. The contents sloshed about, spattering everywhere.

Aestolia screamed and lunged several meters away, even though she was wrapped in layers of shield. Even sparks couldn’t touch her.

However, she didn’t want them to touch her shield either. If she were to be touched, she would rather do without it. Even if the shield was invisible energy, it was disturbing.

Luckily, she wasn’t touched. She then smacked her forehead in realization. She had forgotten that she was a Truth Mage. There was no rule against using magic to do the lifting.

Aestolia pointed her fingers, and a surge of strong elements flowed into the stick in her hand.

Once Aestolia started tackling the problem with magic, things became simple. It was just a matter of lifting two wooden buckets with a stick. For a Truth Mage, this was too simple a task to require magic.

The elements flowed into the stick, forcefully altering its Elemental Affinity. Normally, this would take a long time as the stick was made of ordinary jujube wood, not an Elemental Plant. It had low Elemental Affinity and would require a lengthy period of Element infusion, or alchemy.

But Aestolia liked the forceful approach. The stick wouldn’t be needed for long, so she could afford to brute force it.

The stick, with its altered Elemental Affinity, could now be moved using typical elemental manipulation techniques.

The stick flew on its own, plunged into the bucket, and started moving on its own.

A lone stick, carrying two wooden buckets, floated away. Aestolia kept her nose covered and followed it floatingly.

Well, she did it. But by the time she returned, Ange was nowhere in sight and everyone else was scattered in all directions, too busy to watch her carry the fertilizer.

Aestolia felt dismissed and wronged. She pursed her lips, endured it, and encouraged herself, “Does this mean I’m allowed to stay? Alright, I’ll stay.”

As she was scouring the streets for Ange, she suddenly felt a shift in energy and swiftly turned her gaze towards a building in her vicinity.

At the entrance of the building was a vibrant set of nails. According to Lisa, this was a nail salon. A beautiful and adorable little girl stood at the door, admiring her glittery hands under the sun.

Each angle gave the patterns on the nails a different look. It was very dazzling.

However, Aestolia felt a strong aura from this little girl, one that put her on high alert. This was a mage of the same level as her.

As Aestolia abruptly turned her head, the little girl sensed it too. She looked up and saw an elf. The little girl quickly pulled her hands back and slowly floated over, smiling, “Hello, want a manicure?”

Calling her a child!? She, a centuries-old elf, was being called a child by a little girl!?

Before she could react, the little girl extended her glittery hand, giving her a card: “Mention my name and get 10% off.”

Aestolia took a look and saw a plain black wooden card with a name written on it: Death Star, Auburnli.

Aestolia immediately remembered the name. As a Truth Mage, she, of course, was familiar with the intelligence of strong individuals equal to her level, even if she had never met them personally.

“So it’s her. No wonder she called me a child. Is this the Witch? How can she be so beautiful? Manicures? What kind of monsters inhabit this place?” Aestolia exclaimed.

In Goddess of Beauty City, she randomly ran into a creature as powerful as her. No wonder Ange had little regard for her service.

At this moment, the floating Auburnli came back, waving at her: “Come on, let’s join in the fun.”

When Aestolia followed Auburnli to the outskirts of the city, she saw that a majority of Ange’s top-level forces had gathered. It was clear that there was going to be some major action.

Aestolia felt tense, with the first thought in her mind being: If I perform well, I won’t have to go back to lifting fertilizer.

Auburnli also floated over enthusiastically: “Are you guys going to fight? Count me in.”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Ange nodded nonchalantly.

Negris looked at Auburnli and Aestolia joining in, a bit flummoxed.

Undoubtedly, Auburnli represented the Republic of Stellaris, and Aestolia represented the elves. Coupled with Brooks, who had negotiated with the offshore forces, the Dwarf King and Anthony, who were secretly in collusion, didn’t it mean that out of the seven powers in the interdimensional security meeting, five were participating in this action, preparing to deal with the sixth?

Glory be, Dyson could now rest in peace.

Unbeknownst to Dyson that he was the target, he was also preparing for battle. A few days ago, he had agreed with the Dwarf King to provide his high-end forces. The Dwarf King would provide aerial support and ground troops, and they would launch a surprise attack on the Goddess of Beauty City.