"Is this... the same membrane used in planting balls? Have you learned how to forge planting balls?" Negris asked, his gaze falling upon the semi-transparent 'fabric' stacked together in bundles.
Whoosh, three heads popped out from the edge of the horse cart in quick succession. Ange and his gang who had been working dozens of meters away just a moment ago now appeared beside them at a speed reminiscent of teleportation at the mention of planting balls.
Durken said with some embarrassment, "Not yet. Although forging planting balls isn't too difficult, we lack many of the necessary materials. We'll try once we have everything."
"Then what are you doing with these 'fabrics'?" Negris asked confusedly. The three figures of Ange also swung their heads toward him with a baffled look. Their synchrony added thrice the pressure on Durken.
