The beastmen who came early had already finished sowing the seeds and were making trips to and fro between their field and the river to fetch water with their stone basins.

Irina stood on top of their stone basin and looked toward the river, asking, “It’s so far away. It’s fine when we just need to water the seeds now, but what will we do when it’s time to fill the pit up with water?”

Damien buried a seed seriously before replying, “The light rainy season will be coming soon. If it comes late, then we can only get water from the river.”

“It’s really hard work.” The first thing...