Waiting for the old farmers to trepidatiously leave while holding the small handful of seeds, Jasmine finally let out a sigh.
The crops in this era were still too impoverished. She didn't know if Isabella would be able to find more edible crop seeds from the Elves.
"Jasmine, Jasmine." Before Xavier had even entered the castle, Jasmine, who was on the second floor, already heard his noisy voice.
The female slaves temporarily residing in the first-floor main hall hadn't rested yet. A row of oil lamps was lit around them for illumination, making the entire first-floor hall brightly lit. The female slaves were gathered in groups of three or five, sitting under the oil lamps working.
