Chapter 613: Chapter 343: They’re Grilling Me_1
For Ange, planting crops was his greatest joy, but it hinged on the climate. Now it’s nearly the harvest season, which wasn’t suitable for planting crops unless he was willing to consume his Soul Flame.
However, Ange didn’t like using Soul Flame for farming. He used the Instant Death Halo primarily for comparison, not for merely accelerating growth, unless he was running out of food.
Only when he was alleviating famine in the Resting Abyss did Ange blaze a trail of cultivation. It also happened in the Light Sea Plane when Anthony needed food desperately, and also this time.
Most of the time he activated the Instant Death Halo was for selecting rice varieties and crossbreeding cereals. It was also used during the selection and hybrid grafting of crops.
If there wasn’t a particular need, Ange preferred to let the crops grow naturally.
Natural grown crops depended on the climate, which was Ange’s specialty. He knew exactly when to sow seeds, when to fertilize, and when to pollinate.
With the harvest season fast approaching, it was no longer a good time to sow. In the old days on the farm, he would have started looking for new bones to replace the worn-out ones after the crop harvesting, and then hibernate for the winter.
But now, it’s not necessary. The Golden Skeleton was sturdy, durable, and everlasting. It would auto-repair if there was enough Breath of Death.
If all else failed, he could just soak it in the Liquid of Breath of Death for a few days.
“So now that you’re unemployed, stop thinking about planting and let Little Ghost try the Divine Technique Seal. If it works, you should seal a few more. Your transformation time is too short now,” Negris exclaimed.
Yes, all the previous analyses were intended to expedite Ange’s work on the Divine Technique Seal.
Ange wouldn’t think about such complicated things; he would use it as and when needed.
But that didn’t negate the correctness of Negris’s reasoning. Although he arrived at his conclusion after the fact, it was still aligned with Ange’s actions and thoughts, despite being unrelated to his motives.
Reluctantly, Ange withdrew his hand from the spatial zone, extended a finger for Little Ghost to bite, then transformed.
The transformation began at his fingertips, but Little Ghost halted its progress, restricting the transformation to only where it was biting. The change was completely limited to the fingertip area.
“Kvada, this actually works?” Negris exclaimed.
“That’s pretty impressive. How does it work?” Durken asked.
“I just came up with a brilliant idea. If someone wants to release a divine technique, just throw Little Ghost over to bite them, and they won’t be able to release the technique,” Feiti suggested, raising his hand.
“Why do you always have to raise your hand when you talk? This isn’t a class,” Negris commented, utterly dumbfounded.
Recently, Feiti had gotten into the habit of raising his hand before speaking, as if answering a question in class. Kvada, he was the Lord of Mourning! Behaving like an attentive student put great pressure on those around him.
“It was you who told me to raise my hand before answering a question,” Feiti defended with righteous indignation.
“Me? When did I ever tell you to raise your hand? You’re framing me.”
“When you were teaching me about the mysteries of space-time,” Feiti explained.
“That was years ago! Why didn’t you raise your hand when we first met?”
“I just didn’t think of it then. But I remembered it now.”
“Can you please stop doing this?”
“I can try, but it’s an ingrained habit, and it’s hard to change..” Despite what he said, Feiti raised his hand again.
Negris pounced, removed Feiti’s right hand bone and said, “Okay, that should break the habit.”
Feiti raised his left hand and punched Negris right in the eye socket.
Amidst their squabbling, the time for transformation came to an end. Little Ghost regurgitated a sealed Divine Technique Crystal.
“It really worked! How do we use it? Can we just crush it to use it? Can others use it too?” Durken asked.
“Ssshh — give it to others? What an innovative thought, Ange. If you can transfer your divine technique to others, all of us could transform into Locke or the Dragon God. Try it right away!” Negris exclaimed excitedly.
It’s certain that Ange himself could use it, but it’s uncertain whether others could or not. Ange flipped over a soulless Golden Skeleton, casually stuffed a Soul Fire into it, not requiring the Skeleton to move, it could just lie there.
He crushed the seal and tossed it onto the skeleton. However, the seal could not be absorbed into the skeleton. After bouncing on the skeleton a few times, it fell to the ground, faded and disappeared shortly thereafter.
“What a pity. It doesn’t work. Is it because the soul is not strong enough?” Durken wondered.
“Not necessarily. It could be due to affinity. When Ange learned Locke Transformation he had to have a long affinity attunement with the scales to transform into the Dragon God,” Negris hypothesized.
“What if we sealed a Dragon God Transformation for you? You’re a member of Dragon Clan, so you wouldn’t need affinity attuning. Since you have soul contact with Ange, could you use the Dragon God Transformation divine technique successfully?” Durken proposed.
Negris couldn’t help but respond: “How does your soul grow? Your creative ideas are multitude! That makes sense, Ange, seal another Dragon God Transformation for me to test.”
Ange shook his head: “I can’t transform.”
“Oh, right. You need recovery for the Ultimate Transformation technique. We can only try tomorrow,” Negris responded painfully disappointed.
Not being able to verify a good idea immediately is like not being able to read a good book immediately or teach a smart student promptly, it’s agonizing.
“My Lord, My Lord,” Ange tilted his head, sensing a call. He listened carefully — it was Anthony: “My Lord, the grain distribution has started. Do you want to come over and collect the faith?”