Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 491: Chapter 289: Participating in the Plane Safety Conference_1

From today onwards, a Tree Herder had joined the sandbank. With its two short legs, it wandered around leisurely, circling around the Soilless Rice and seaweed from time to time, appearing very content.

“Eh? Where did this tree person come from?” Luther approached and asked curiously. He turned and greeted, “Hello, my name is Luther. What’s your name? Do you know Tree Man Gore?”

“Hello… Luther.” The Tree Herder responded leisurely, “Call me… Old Tree. The Gore you’re talking about, is he a War Tree Man? If so, yes I know him, Talkative Gore…”

“Old Tree? That’s a weird name. So Gore is quite famous then, every random tree person knows him. Oh, by the way, what species of Tree Person are you? Can you grow as large as Gore?” asked a curious Luther.

As he talked, he pulled out a box from his Space Artifact. The box was sealed. When he opened the lid, a gust of cold air rushed out. A mini Ice Seal Magic Array was spinning on the box lid, keeping the box at a low temperature at all times.

The Tree Herder curiously looked at the box, even extending a branch to touch it.

Luther explained, “This is a cooling box, cool right? The mini Ice Seal Magic Array was carved by Lord Ange for me. It only needs a small amount of Demon Crystals to keep the box cold. Put your drinks in it, and they’ll stay chilled. In the summer, you can take out a drink anytime and it’ll be ice cold, utterly refreshing. What do you want to drink? There’s juice and water, and beetroot juice too.”

The Tree Herder was momentarily perplexed.

“Oh, this is one way of making friends. When us humans meet for the first time, we can shake hands, salute, have a drink, and then we’re acquainted. When you tree people meet for the first time, what do you do?” Luther asked curiously.

The Tree Herder pondered. He was not a real Tree Man and had never made friends with other tree people. After thinking carefully, he said, “When Tree People meet for the first time, they exchange pollen.”

“Pft —” Luther, who had just taken a sip of juice, spit it out suddenly. He gave a thumbs up, “Tree People are incredible.”

Pollen is the genetic material of plants. Exchanging it upon first meeting might not align with human morals.

In the end, the Tree Herder chose juice out of politeness. However, instead of drinking it, he curiously studied it in his hand.

Luther didn’t mind. He had dealt with non-human things so many times that he already had experience. Different species have different behaviors. An action that one species considers kind might be offensive to another.

However, as long as it is an intelligent being, they can feel your expressed kindness. All Luther needed to do was to show kindness. If he accidentally offended someone, he would directly apologize and be careful next time.

The Tree Herder extended a branch into the juice, stirred it a few times, and handed it to Luther, “Not tasty, try this.”

Luther was stunned. ‘This’? This was the juice he had given to the tree man, wasn’t it? Did stirring it change the juice inside? Err, it seemed like you hadn’t washed your branches…

He brought the juice to his lips and gently took a sip. Luther’s eyes bulged out, his face turned beet red, as though he had just taken a sip of strong liquor.

He held it in for a long while before he finally exhaled a long breath. With a look of shock on his face, he said to the Tree Herder, “Such a powerful life force. Oh my god, I feel like I’m about to explode. I feel so refreshed, as if my whole body is transparent, my spirits are at their highest. My god, what did you put in it?”

“Life Essence.” The Tree Herder answered.

“Wow, that’s amazing, it’s just magical. If you open a juice shop, you’d definitely have great business. By the way, do you like fishing?”

“Fishing? Why should I fish?”

“It’s fun, otherwise it would be so boring. Don’t you usually fish? If not, what do you do?” Luther said, setting up two lounge chairs, opening a sunshade, and giving a fishing rod to the Tree Herder.

The Tree Herder curiously observed Luther’s actions, holding the fishing rod in his hand.

Seeing that the Tree Herder didn’t even know how to swing the rod, Luther quickly concluded that he was a novice. He immediately slapped his chest and proposed, “How about we have a competition? The loser treats the winner to a meal. You’re a Tree Man, do you like fertilizer? There’s a very nutritious type of fertilizer available, I’ll treat you to it if I lose.”

Upon hearing it, the Tree Herder knew what Luther was referring to. He nodded and planted a branch into the water without using a fishing rod.

In the clear, shallow waterway, fish were soon seen swimming up and biting at the branch.

The Tree Herder pulled it up and beckoned with his hand. A small water ball floated up, encased the fish, and placed it by the Tree Man’s feet.

A branch was put in, and within seconds, another fish bit again.

Almost immediately after putting the branch down, a fish bit. In no time, there were many water balls by the Tree Herder’s feet, all filled with living fish.

Luther stared in disbelief, “What kind of bait are you using? It’s miraculous, let me borrow some.”

After half a day, Luther surprisingly became familiar with the Tree Man, a sight that left Negris flabbergasted.

“Kvada, they could connect in such a way? I’ve got to hand it to Luther’s socializing skills,” Negris said jealously. “He’s friendly with Sea People, Minotaurs, there’s no one he’s not familiar with. Let’s hope he won’t pee his pants when he finds out the Tree Herder’s identity.”

Receiving no response, Negris turned his head to find Ange’s arm sticking into the Chamber of Rest, occasionally pulling out something. “What are you doing?” he asked. Planting things into the Resting Camp was routine, but why was he pulling things out?