"But you are happy, right? The old man was one of our biggest obstacles, but someone got rid of him for us. So it's alright. Now all we need to do is prepare for the final match before the Grand Tournament."
Kavin spoke casually as he came to a stop before a vegetable stall.
The small wooden stand was piled high with freshly harvested produce, each vegetable carefully arranged into neat rows.
Unlike the crops he had grown accustomed to back on Earth or even those cultivated across the Three Floating Continents, the vegetables of the Zlycon territories looked rather unusual.
There were bundles of thin green plants resembling long blades of grass, tied together with rough string.
Judging from the customers constantly buying them, they seemed to be an essential ingredient that accompanied almost every meat dish.
Beside them rested a basket filled with pale golden roots that looked similar to sweet potatoes, although noticeably smaller and smoother.
