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Seeing Arambrough and the others approaching his fields, Ange got anxious for a moment, but Anthony calmed him down, until he saw that they weren't there to destroy the crops, but to water them, and only then did he relax.
"These guys are actually quite caring, going to water the fields? Are they afraid the seeds in the ground will die of drought?" Negris exclaimed in surprise.
Ange cocked his head, his impression of Arambrough greatly improved.
Feiti spoke dismissively, "It might be out of compulsion, you know. When Your Majesty wasn't around before, Locke was often made to fertilize and water the fields, and it was so annoyed that it felt like hitting someone whenever it came back."
Negris laughed gleefully, "Hahaha, serves it right, the Lord of Dung."
Feiti spoke leisurely, "Guess who it always hit when it came back."
The expression on Negris's face immediately fell, "Me?"
