Crunch.
Silana took a bite of a chocolate cookie, gazing at the forest ahead, which seemed both real and unreal at the same time.
"By the way, about that farm and the house up there." Silana looked at Tron and Riska. "Do you live here? Does that house belong to you?"
Tron shook his head.
"Everything here belongs to the government and is under the control of the Dark Order. But yeah, most of the time it's just Riska and me in that house. The rest live elsewhere or hold other positions."
He waved his hand.
"My opinion is that this is a peaceful and nice place. If you think about it, the Second Ring is the only place in the whole world where you can have a peaceful farm."
He was right. If it were someone like Goen, building a farm in the Dead Lands would hardly be possible.
"I see. How long do you think this training will take, Adam?"
Tron shrugged.
