The spring sunlight shone on the valley. The snowline had just receded, and the permafrost beneath still carried a moist chill.
The air was a mix of scents, with the overturned black soil carrying the fragrance of moist grass, and the slightly acidic smell of bone fertilizer wafting through the breeze, mingled with the warmth of cooking smoke.
The carriage wheels creaked slightly over the gravel, slowly coming to a stop beside the main road.
After the meeting, Louis didn't rush back to Red Tide Main City but chose to stay and see with his own eyes if the numbers he heard at the meeting were indeed true.
Some things cannot be understood through a few pages of accounts and a meeting alone.
The importance of Mai Lang Territory now surpasses any other domain within the Red Tide Territory; it is the future granary of the Northern Territory, the lifeline for hundreds of thousands of beings.
Therefore, the next morning, he took Green and personally embarked on the inspection journey.
