Stepping on the arid, cracked ground, Ange instantly understood the characteristics of this land through his experience: it was barren, dry, and filled with gravel.
Turning his head in the direction of the light, there was an opening not far off. Light streamed in obliquely from the opening. From the angle and size of the entrance, he could guess that the amount of sunlight this place would receive daily would be insufficient.
The nearby water vapor was thin, and the air was turbid, indicating poor air circulation. Normally, such lands were seldom plowed for farming, and crop output would not be high.
But Ange no longer cared. He hadn't sown anything for a long time, and his Soul of Farming was itching to get active.
Oh yes, he had tended to the Elf Beans in the Holy Kingdom and various crops were growing vigorously in the fields of the Temple of Rest. The cultivated area was much larger than what he had managed in the Temple of Rest for over a thousand years.
