The carriage brought them to the tea-scented village and stopped. It was a large and the only agricultural territory found in the warm lands. On paper, it belonged to the Fierce Sword Count, but it was being overseen by his subordinates and capable nephew, the golden-eyed lord.
The door to the carriage was pushed open, and several people stepped out of it, then looked around, taking in their surroundings.
They were on a single road that went up to a huge shrine. On either side of them were fields that were covered with rows of spiritual plants. Tea leaves could be harvested from them. These tea leaves were what Badulf circulated in the empire to strike it filthy rich after becoming Count.
A refreshing and calming scent wafted off of them, clouding the air and showcasing that they were ready for harvest.
Farmers could be seen working in the fields, cutting the plants and throwing them in the basket strapped to their backs.
