After leaving the experimental field, Louis went straight to the next location without pause.
The air was a mixture of the sweet freshness of grass, the smell of livestock, and the faint sour scent of feed. In the distance, the creaking sound of windmills turning could be faintly heard.
"We're almost there, my Lord. This is... the livestock district," Green said softly.
Louis looked up, and a vast, orderly ranch unfolded before him amidst the rolling hills.
The five large cattle and sheep grazing areas were arranged like a chessboard, with fences made of wood that appeared deep brown from afar, as sturdy as city walls.
Further away was a pond, its green waves reflecting the sky, with schools of fish leaping out and diving back into the water.
In the sunlight, hundreds of cattle and sheep leisurely chewed on the grass within the fences. Occasionally, a beast trainer would blow a short whistle, and the herd would immediately gather as if guided by an invisible hand.
