Outside Sparrow Wood Castle, the sound of hooves thundered along the forest dirt road leading to Wheat Field Village, as two swift horses galloped like lightning.
Following behind Rayden, who carried a large shield, Gunter rode on, keeping an eye on the surroundings, always feeling that a pair of eyes were watching them, yet unsure where the gaze came from.
How bizarre!
As he pondered this, the road ahead suddenly opened up, the urgent sound of hooves passing through the forest, breaking into a vast plain.
It was an endless field of wheat.
On the lush branches, heavy young yellows swayed with the waves under the southern breeze, like a vast ocean stretched out as far as the eye could see.
It was now June.
Perhaps in no more than two months, the farmers here would be busy, and joyfully busy.
After all, such a remarkable harvest is rare, even in the best years of the Rhode Kingdom.
Gunter was too amazed to speak.
