Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 617: Chapter 345: Deliberately Coming for Trial _1

Ange could sense an odd presence, which certainly would be a rare occurrence. He himself was capable of using earth magic with the elements of wind, fire, water, and earth, the power of holy light and the aura of death, as well as Dragon God Transformation and druid magic.

He was acquainted with many formidable beings: High-Level Sword Saints, Arcane Truth Masters, Space Arcanists, even the favored of lightning, hence there were hardly any forces unfamiliar to him.

Yet, the power emanating from this twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, her hands bound, her eyes covered, her face portraying resignation, felt somewhat strange to Ange.

Moreover, the girl looked familiar as if he had met her somewhere.

“My Lord, we’ve captured a witch. If she activates her power and glares at someone, they would turn into a sugar beet. Hence, we covered her eyes. Please judge her.” The refugee who brought her in said.

“Pfft? Sugar beet? Why turn people into sugar beets? Such ignorant fools always speak nonsense,” Negris burst out laughing.

Shapeshifting another person into a different substance was possible, as demonstrated by Ange’s Divine Skill Element Transformation which could turn soil into straw. However, that required divine power.

Another example is advanced Arcane Magic – Sheep Transformation. Here the term ‘advanced’ is used instead of ‘high level’.

In arcane magic, some spells can’t be cast simply by having a high level. These types of magic are collectively called ‘advanced arcane magic’. They require extensive understanding of matter, elements, space, power levels, etc., to be successfully cast.

Take Sheep Transformation for instance, the caster must at least understand the skeletal structure and organ arrangement of a sheep, otherwise, all that’d be transformed is a lump of meat and wool.

Therefore, some people call arcane magic the magic closest to ‘God’. Its various miraculous techniques leave people amazed and no one dares to claim that they have completely mastered arcane magic.

Even Truth Mage Aestolia, she publically identifies as a ‘Natural Arcane’ mage, not an ‘Arcane’ mage, for she does not possess the Sheep Transformation skill.

This goes to show that transforming others into sheep, or sugar beets, requires incredible divine power and exceptional skill. No one would use it frivolously on ordinary people unless their divine power is so abundant as to be used prodigally like Ange.

“Indeed, it seems like a witch’s move. But why not just make their mouths stick together, their eyes dull or self-ignite? Why turn them into sugar beets? Does this beet have any symbolism?” Durken asked quizzically.

Sugar beet? Ange tilted his head, and suddenly something came to his mind: “It’s you.”

He remembered who this girl was. She was the sister of the fat-necked boy from the slums of the Land of Fallen. But wasn’t she only eight or nine years old back then? How did she grow to eleven or twelve now?

The girl with her eyes covered, sensing the voice, showed a shocked expression. She struggled hard, surprisingly breaking free from those who were holding her and tore off the cloth covering her face.

Seeing Ange, she became excited: “My Lord!”

It really was that little girl. After removing her blindfold, Ange could recognize her even more clearly. However, how did she age several years within less than one?

You should know, that the stage between eight or nine and eleven or twelve is a period of rapid development for a girl. Given adequate nutrition, a girl can change noticeably within a year. The girl in front of him looked completely different from the girl he met in the Land of Fallen over a year ago.

“Your little brother?” Ange inquired.

Upon mention of her brother, the girl’s eyes immediately welled up: “He’s dead.”

Ange tilted his head.

Possibly sensing Ange’s confusion, the girl explained: “He got sick and died. Some people wanted to steal his body. I turned them into sugar beets, then they arrested me, calling me a witch.”

Negris inhaled sharply, cursing: “Kvada, the damned, deserved to be turned into a sugar beet.”

Durken sighed slowly: “It’s better to be dead, there wouldn’t be as much trouble if they all were Undead.”

“Are they guilty?” Ange asked.

If it was anyone else, they might not have understood the meaning of Ange’s words. However, the girl had seen Ange judge others before, and shook her head: “No, they’re just afraid of me.”

The surrounding people sighed in relief. From the moment Ange asked ‘It’s you’, they realized they might have caused trouble. Had they actually arrested someone Lord Anthony knew? They quickly shrunk back, trembling with fear.

When Ange asked ‘Are they guilty?’, their hearts hung in suspense, thankful that the girl didn’t blame them, otherwise they might have been scared to death on the spot.

However, some people were still dissatisfied. An old woman whispered: “Can transforming living people into sugar beets not be considered witchcraft? Just like witches transforming people into mice.”

Ange tilted his head and brought out a bag of grain. With a toss into the air, it instantly transformed into bread falling down.

The old woman was so startled that she knelt down immediately, blurting out in panic: “It’s a miracle, not witchcraft, a miracle!”

Anthony walked over with a smile and waved his hand. Knights from behind him rushed over, arrested everyone whilst his voice echoed throughout the place: “Everyone is very enthusiastic, which is commendable, but remember—”

At this point, Anthony’s voice became unmistakably stern: “Judgement is a right bestowed by God, given to those who can listen to His divine edict. Those who lack this ability yet rashly judge others, are offending divine power!”