Chapter 62
From Grass’s field, Clayton stared out toward the outskirts, his eyes thoughtful. No one could quite tell what was going through his mind.
Meanwhile, a steady stream of people continued arriving at the farming complex, moving into the vacant houses with all their belongings in tow. After asking a nearby neighbor, Clayton learned that they were new tenants.
Ever since the tragedy involving Bravus—which had ended in multiple deaths—many houses and farms had been left abandoned. Naturally, the city officials weren’t about to let that land go to waste. They began recruiting new tenants from all over. One by one, the previously empty homes were filled again.
Most of the newcomers were former tenant farmers who had gone bankrupt and turned to dungeon raiding just to survive. Now, after saving up some money, they were trying to return to farming. It wasn’t surprising that some looked worn and skinny, while others appeared clean-cut and well-off.
Clayton didn’t know whether these newcomers would cause trouble or not. He chose not to worry and instead focused on his work—tending to his own fields, as well as the farms belonging to Grass and Old Man Wood.
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Days passed.
Clayton remained passionate about farming, even though most people considered it dull work. His neighbors, who had been so enthusiastic during planting season, were now slipping back into laziness and carelessness.
But Clayton never grew bored. With his high-level farming skill, the work felt light, efficient, and satisfying. Combined with the Divine Experience Bar, he farmed with the precision of a game mechanic—clear, direct, and repeatable. Like mixing colors: do A, get B.
He became a workaholic. Those closest to him—Grass, Wood, even Arthur—began to wonder what had gotten into him.
When Arthur stopped by to deliver magic scrolls and light-dark attribute materials, he looked at Clayton with a puzzled expression.