In the southwest corner of Cold Fir Territory, rows of orderly bee hives stood staggered under the sun.
"The terrain here is quite good, sheltered from the wind and facing the sun, and near the creek," Louis squinted as he surveyed the surroundings, his tone revealing a hint of satisfaction.
Beside him, a knight draped in a deep red cloak stood respectfully, occasionally flipping through a record board he carried.
He was the commander in charge of the experiment with the bee swarm.
"The hives are made of Red-striped Fir as you instructed," the Beekeeper Knight reported, "The inner layer is coated with Ice Pattern Stone powder to suitably insulate against the cold."
Louis nodded gently, walked to one of the hives, crouched down, and traced his fingers over the wooden surface, carefully feeling the temperature of the grain.
"Very good. And the mist device?"
"It's already installed." The Beekeeper Knight paused, walked over, and pressed the switch on the back of the hive.
