Chapter 398: Competition: Druid Mode (2)
Hex ploughed the field with the help of Curled-horned Oxes. Working with the rays of the sun beaming at him, filled him with joy and brought memories of old up.
’How long was it when I had to help Hestia around the castle?’ He cherished those memories. How he wished those times would return. Life had been simple then.
"Mister."
A small cry came from the side, accompanied by the sound of Baa. In the span of one hour he had been working in the field it was the umpteenth time he heard the same voice.
"Yes, Erina?" He tried to be annoyed by the girl but seeing her skip toward him, with the sheep copying her, he grinned.
"I brought mango yoghurt," she shouted, dangling a small wooden cup with a lid in the air.
The yoghurt tasted delicious. No surprise there. Erina’s mother and grandmother were experts in making tasty stuff with waste food and fruits. In the short hour he had been present on the farm he had tasted melon juice, a salad of fruit and vegetables, and now this yoghurt. Erina had been running between the house and the field, thoroughly enjoying being tasked with each delivery.
’I could get used to this,’ Hex thought, enjoying the lively yet peaceful atmosphere around. If only Erina’s father stopped spying on him all the time. The man distrusted everyone and everything.
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"He is Whitey."
"She is Cuckoo."