Chapter 5
The next morning, Clayton found his wheat crops wilting again, even though he had tended them carefully the night before. If this continued, it wouldn't be long before the entire field dried up and died.
The sky was cloudless, making the heat feel even more oppressive.
Thankfully, Clayton noticed it early. He quickly cast Spiritual Rain using the Sharing feature on one of the skeletons he had summoned the previous day, along with two more he summoned that morning. With this, he could handle a prolonged drought with ease.
After some time tending to the field, he was finally done. For now, he could relax.
Meanwhile, the surrounding neighbors were visibly busy. Although they didn't possess the same "cheat" abilities as Clayton, they were veteran farmers. With a bit of observation and discussion, it wouldn't take long for them to figure out that something was seriously off.
Because of this, everyone was hustling about—making Clayton, who stood leisurely in his field, stand out even more.
Equus, seeing this, couldn't hold back a sneer. He assumed Clayton had given up and was simply wallowing in despair.
With his long, horse-like face, Equus felt this was the perfect moment to assert his superiority once more.
"Hey! Look at our young master—acting like some noble from a prestigious family! Just standing there, staring at his field with that 'dignified' face, not even lifting a finger to work his three-hectare plot!" he mocked loudly.
Clayton slowly turned his head and gave Equus a blank stare—one that made it seem as if he were looking at a mentally challenged clown.
That look infuriated Equus. Who did Clayton think he was, daring to look down on him like that? Had the brat forgotten his place now that his father was gone?