As their leader, bathed in the glow of a ball of light, Nuo and Cohen sat by a rough stone table, casually discussing future developments.
"We're still short of hands, but we can't neglect the future—everything needs to have a plan beforehand, built on a sufficient scale,"
"Constructing The Temple, opening up fields, building houses—even tens of thousands would find it hard to complete these tasks within three seasonal changes, let alone us, who don't even number in the thousands,"
Shaking his head slightly, Nuo seemed to be complaining about the difficult situation, but Cohen could tell at a glance that the other's mood was actually quite good.
Of course, not just Nuo, Cohen's mood at this moment was equally good. Trudging over mountains and through rivers to blaze trails, although the land was now devoid of wild beasts, the dangers of nature were still significant.
