Both parties exchanged smiles, engaging in back-and-forth conversation, testing each other. Between the words, visible and hidden traps filled the dialogue, each side pulling out every stop to secure their desired benefits.
...
Kim Haru could easily imagine the exchanges going on in the Safe Zone Commander's building, but he couldn't be bothered to care.
He'd already made it clear—he was only responsible for farming and wasn't interested in meddling with other affairs.
At this moment, Kim Haru was idly flipping through the books that were lining in his study room's shelves.
Not a single literary book was in sight; every book was technical in nature. They covered a variety of subjects—not just farming and livestock raising, but also architecture, stonework, carpentry, manufacturing, and even mechanical repair.
