Chapter 35
Xylas froze at Bravus’s words. He stared, curious about what was going through the man’s mind. But Bravus remained calm and cunning, his gaze fixed in one direction, void of expression.
Xylas followed his line of sight—and everything clicked the moment he saw where Bravus was looking. As if a silent understanding passed through them, the group nodded subtly, whispering among themselves with sly glances.
Beneath a tree, Clayton sat enjoying the shade, resting peacefully. Though he appeared relaxed, the mini skeletons around him remained on high alert.
Just when Clayton thought he could enjoy a moment of peace, a man began walking straight toward him. At first, Clayton assumed the man was headed elsewhere, but as he drew closer, it became clear—Clayton was his destination.
Seeing him approach, Clayton offered a small, silent gesture of greeting.
Xylas smiled warmly. "Hey, Brother Clayton. Everything alright?"
Hearing the friendly tone, Clayton remained cautious but replied nonetheless. "All good. How about you, Xylas? Something wrong?"
"Oh, nothing much. I just wanted to ask you something. I heard you’re really skilled in farming, and I was hoping to get some advice," Xylas said casually.
Clayton frowned, his curiosity piqued. But Xylas began asking thoughtful, well-structured questions—like someone genuinely interested in agriculture.
Their conversation flowed naturally. The sincerity in the discussion slowly eased Clayton’s suspicion, and he began sharing what he knew. After a while, Xylas looked satisfied—and genuinely grateful.
"Brother Clayton, no wonder people say you’re an expert! Your ideas are brilliant—things I never would’ve thought of," Xylas said sincerely.