After stacking the last potato beside the field, Rowen turned back, wiping the sweat off his forehead. "Alright. Let's get the next batch growing."
He walked over to the patch of soil, ready to plant—but paused.
He walked over to the patch of soil, ready to plant—but paused.
Fern nodded. "As long as you plant and nurture crops here, the land will return seeds after harvest. You don't need to keep buying them."
Rowen was speechless for a second. "That's… actually incredible."
He knelt and began planting the next batch of seeds into the tilled soil. One by one, he covered them carefully, patting the dirt down.
Then it hit him.
"Wait," he muttered, standing up, "I haven't recharged the energy yet."
Fern gave him a lazy glance. "Yeah, don't blame me when your crops sprout slower than a turtle. Feed me already."
Rowen fished out two low-grade mana stones from his bag and tossed them toward Fern. "Eat up."
