Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 97: Chew and Pass it On_1

The sapling of the World Tree had been planted, forty kilometers south of the

World Tree itself. It was just outside the canopy range of the World Tree, where it was neither blocked from the sun’s rays nor devoid of the World Tree’s protection.

Standing alone on a fertile patch of land cleared of all other vegetation was the little sapling.

When Kael’danil had first brought the sapling back, he’d been heartbroken, wondering, “How could they put it in such a small pot? Did that Goblin intend to torture our precious sapling?”

Quickly, they transplanted the sapling into carefully prepared soil, balanced in nutrients, moisture, and looseness.

However, after a full day and night, the sapling’s condition had not improved.

Normally, after a plant is moved, its condition would improve significantly after it adapted to the new environment. The sapling had languished slightly after being confined to a box at the general store by the silver coin, but even a full day and night after being moved, it was still drooping pathetically.

This was worrying. The drooping indicated that the sapling was failing to adapt to its new environment.

“What’s the matter? Have we watered it too much? Why is the sapling in such bad condition?” Galadriel, who had hardly left the sapling’s side these days, was worried. Even the duties of a queen seemed insignificant compared to the sapling of the World Tree.

She had prepared the plot of land herself, taking off her fine elven boots, rolling up her pant legs, tying back her long hair, donning a straw hat, wielding a hoe to clear away the weeds, break up the clumps of soil, mix in organic matter, and water the ground – she’d done it all herself.

She’d thought High Priest Kael’danil was too weak and slow for such work.

But despite all her efforts, the condition of the sapling didn’t improve, which greatly troubled her and the elven elders who were watching nearby.

“No, the moisture level is just right in line with the God of Life, the root system isn’t damaged, and the soil is very fertile. The conditions here are similar to where the God of Life itself grew, whether it is temperature, moisture, or sunlight,” Kael’danil said.

“So, what’s happening now? Have you asked the God of Life?” Galadriel asked.

“I did, but the God of Life didn’t respond,” Kael’danil said worrisomely. “The God of Life has been giving fewer responses lately. I don’t know if it’s because it’s in pain or is lacking energy.”

“What do we do now? The God of Nature never taught us how to grow a World Tree,” Galadriel sat unceremoniously on the ground, a far cry from her usual demeanor as an elf queen.

Kael’danil also sat down next to her: “What’s so strange? You know how elves reproduce, but do you know how an embryo develops in the womb? These are natural laws. The God of Life has said that even it can’t interfere with the most fundamental natural laws. I guess it doesn’t know how to grow a World Tree either.”

“So what do we do? Call the Druid?” Galadriel asked anxiously.

Kael’danil glanced at her, reminding her, “Oh, I forgot that you are the most powerful Druid among the elves.” Love blinds.

“Should we try magic? To stimulate its growth?” Kael’danil asked softly.

Druids have many spells for planting, grazing, and germination. They are the masters of nature. But the World Tree sapling is so important that no one dares to use magic on it casually. If it withers, they would become the sinners of the entire elf clan.

Moreover, it was not guaranteed to work. If the germination magic was effective, the seeds would have sprouted a long time ago.

Galadriel hesitated to make a decision. The World Tree sapling was too important, especially when the old World Tree was dying and there was only one new sapling. Any decision involving it must be extremely careful.

“Ah, how nice it would be to have a few more saplings,” Galadriel sighed.

“Report… Report to Your Majesty,” an elf guard called from afar, because this area near the sapling had been designated as restricted by Galadriel, and no one was allowed to come near. Even a group of elf elders could only form a rank outside it.

A close attendant ran over to listen to the report, his eyes widening halfway through. “What? Really?”

Something must be really important to scare her own guards, right? But what could be more important than a World Tree seedling? Galadriel inquired from a distance with a hint of annoyance, “What is it? Just report it directly.”

“Your Majesty, the new teleportation array sent out for the Tree of Life

branch… Someone messaged asking if we want a World Tree seedling… Alive… Guaranteed,” came the report.

“Nonsense!” An elder male elf scolded upon hearing this. “Is a World Tree seedling like cabbage? Anyone can claim they have one. It’s obviously a prank communication. Just ignore it. Her Majesty has a myriad of responsibilities, she doesn’t have time for this nonsense!”

The crowd around them revealed strange smiles, Kael’danil even winked at Galadriel, leaving her to roll her eyes in exasperation.

Not only humans coveted the unmarried Queen Galadriel, but the elves had their own desires. Suitors could line up all the way from the World Tree to Greenleaf City, and this four hundred-year-old elf elder was one of the most aggressive, always aiming to impress.

The elf guard replied, “But the other party sent a healthy branch of the World Tree. ”

“What?!” Both Galadriel and Kael’danil, who had previously been dismissive, jumped up in surprise.

As they approached the teleportation array, a cheeky voice resonated from afar:

“Are you an elf sister? I like chatting with elf sisters the most. Did you know that? The chance to chat with you was tough to win. My ancestors were great friends with the elves. Huh? What am I? Take a guess.”

Black lines appeared on Galadriel’s forehead. What kind of ridiculous person was this?

Not only Galadriel, but Negris and Luther also had the same disgusted expression on their faces. This unicorn had sworn that it had a close relationship with the elves. This was the only reason everyone felt at ease assigning the communication task to it. After all, everyone knows about the relationship between unicorns and the Elf Clan.

But this unicorn wasn’t interested in communicating, it was more interested in flirting. When told to stop, it bravely retorted:

“I’m just a poor unicorn, abandoned since childhood and never once cared for by an elf sister. What’s wrong with me wanting to chat for a bit? Do you want me to steal your beetroot chips tonight?” The more the unicorn said, the bolder it became.

Upon hearing this threat, Luther immediately backed down. Without Luther, Negris couldn’t do anything to this defiant unicorn, and could only curse, “You aren’t pitiful for being abandoned, you deserved it.”

Galadriel took over the communication and directly asked, “You say you have a World Tree sapling? Is that true?”

At this, Lightning and Negris perked up. Finally, the authority figure had arrived.

“Who are you? Do you have the decision-making power?” the unicorn asked.

“I am Elf Queen Galadriel. Who are you?”

The unicorn’s eyes showed a hint of fear as it slowly retreated from the teleportation array.

“What’s wrong?” Negris was surprised.

The increasingly audacious Lightning was not afraid of anyone, except for Ange and the angelic Little Zombie. Having known Luther’s weakness, it would often threaten the Sword Saint with stealing beetroots. Was mere mention of this name enough to cause Lightning to recoil? So who is this person?

“Elf Hunter, Giant Dragon Hunter Galadriel, the newly appointed Elf Queen, a very terrifying woman.” As Lightning said this, it swiftly darted out of the cave.

“Giant Dragon Hunter? Isn’t that the equivalent to a human’s Dragon Slayer? Is she that formidable? Wait, Giant Dragon Hunter? Kvada, the killer of my giant dragon! Damn it, I’m going to chew up all the World Tree seedlings and teleport them to her!” Negris exclaimed.

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