"What kind of seed?" Shandela pressed.
"I... I don't know," Mashif shivered, "Every once in a while, a group of people is brought into the prison, half of them are sold to doctors, and the other half are the seeds... which are what you've seen, those whose brains have been removed. During this time, we're not allowed to enter the dungeon, so I really don't know much about the details! But..."
"But what?"
"But these people become quite easy to control, just like machines. The boss often uses them as tools, for instance, training them to drive carriages to hit set targets, and he says that once the technology is mature, these seeds will be of great use..."
A thought suddenly flashed through Shandela's mind.
In the ongoing investigation of the Fenggu Street explosion, one report mentioned traces of carriage wheels crushing the gravel road, and that street, being a side street with a very narrow road, is seldom chosen by cargo carriages to pass through.
