Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

“Uh, fine. You can say whatever you want. If anyone asks, I’ll just say you’ve been here. But what’s your name?” Brooks instantly understood. This human had no idea that she had actually visited Vortex Island, not Dragon Island?

If she boasts about being on Dragon Island all the time and misleads people, then letting her do so would be a good thing.

“Black Night Raven, Lord Brooks, my name is Black Night Raven, the darkest female pirate in the ocean, sir, you must remember me.” Black Night Raven’s eyes were shining. The Dragon Clan Chief was so kind. Oh God, he was even willing to give her official recognition.

Nothing else mattered. Once the news of her visit to Dragon Island spread, her pirate group would instantly gain significant fame, and elite pirates would flock to join them.

“Alright, just don’t wander around, I’ll come get you when it’s time to leave.” As he spoke, Brooks beckoned at the sea, and a bluefin golden spearfish about the height of a person flew up and flopped into the cave.

The spearfish was still alive, very fresh, flipping and flopping in the cave. Brooks continued, “There’s not much to offer here, so just eat fish the next few days. Don’t wander off— the island is full of dragons. One careless step and you’ll be squished.”

Black Night Raven glanced at the cliff outside the cave, below which was the pitch-black sea. If anyone fell from here, not even the body would float up to the surface. And she couldn’t fly, so where could she run?

Unable to bear it, Luther complained, “You’re really something, you know. Who welcomes guests like this? You don’t even have water.”

After saying this, he took out his own water bag from his Space Artifact and placed it to the side. “It’s clean.”

Then he took out some sauces. “If you’re having sashimi, at least provide some sauces. You guys live so rough.”

After speaking, Luther drew his Dragon Pattern sword and made a cut on the fish’s tail to bleed it. “Hiludi has treated us to golden spear fish before and always stressed to bleed the fish. Do you giant dragons eat fish without bleeding them?”

Since the fish had already been bled, Luther didn’t hesitate to slice off a large piece, dip it in sauce, and eat it. “This is really fresh. Everyone else should have some…”

When he turned around, he realized that everyone else had disappeared, leaving only himself and the Black Night Raven in the cave.

Aside from him, only Lightning needed to eat, but Lightning was a vegetarian and preferred things like the tender sprouts from the Tree of World. Lightning would never eat raw fish.

Feeling awkward, Black Night Raven said, “It’s just the two of us left. We can’t fly. So why don’t you just stay here? This fish should be enough to feed both of us.” The thought of staying in the same room with a stranger made Black Night Raven a bit shy.

Luther quickly finished the piece of raw fish in his hand and ran to the cave entrance, saying, “Hehe, you’re the one who can’t fly, not me. Goodbye.”

With that, he unleashed his fighting spirit, jumped out of the cave, and chased after Ange and the others. High-level Sword Saints can use their fighting spirit to fly short distances, which sometimes may be faster than mages.

Black Night Raven blushed and mumbled after some time, “He really doesn’t know how to keep a conversation going. If he’s still single, it’s definitely because of his power.”

Guided by Brooks, Ange and the others reached the platform in front of the hatching chamber. Almost all the giant dragons on Dragon Island and Vortex Island had gathered there upon receiving the message.

They had surrounded the passageway leading to the hatching chamber, even flying in the air to crowd around, all eager to see the people coming to solve the dragon egg retention problem.

Then, they saw Ange and others behind Brooks and involuntarily showed disappointed expressions.

What kind of lineup was this? A human? A little bronze dragon? A Holy Spirit Angel with its wings removed? A lively undead? A unicorn and a large cat?

Could they really solve this grave problem that had perplexed the Dragon Clan for several millions of years?

“Oh my, Brooks, who did you bring back this time? Why aren’t you introducing them? Let us see, what kind of big shot can solve the dragon egg problem? Surely not these humans and the small bronze dragon who is smaller than a dragon egg?” A sarcastic voice suddenly rang out.

Brooks squinted his eyes, retracted his inner eyelid, and displayed a dangerous gaze.

This voice belongs to the most sarcastic Red Copper Dragon among the giant dragon clan—Mildit.

Mildit has an awful personality. He likes to show off, is vain, adores glittery things, and loves to flaunt his children in front of the mother dragons with stuck eggs or lost children.

Brooks’ wife particularly disliked Mildit, especially during the time when the eggs were stuck; Mildit often infuriated her so much that she wanted to breathe fire and even requested Brooks to expel Mildit more than once.

However, as a clan leader, Brooks couldn’t just expel a giant dragon just because his wife didn’t like it. He could only pretend he hadn’t heard anything.

But recently, Brooks hasn’t heard this name much because he had brought the Little Golden Dragon back. Mildit couldn’t find any superiority here and likely went off to show off in front of other mother dragons.

If his past actions were just an indication of his unpleasant personality, then his current actions are utterly vicious.

On the way back, Negris had a chat with Brooks about Ange’s New Divine Technique.

Initially, Brooks thought that Ange could simply nurture the body with a nutrition solution and perform consciousness transfer, like White Neck and his child. However, Negris told him that Ange could directly remove the defect of the stuck eggs from the bloodline of the Dragon Clan so that the future generations of giant dragons wouldn’t face this defect.