Aningsbe had only just shaken off winter's ice and snow, and its rivers were already beginning to thaw.
Lynn had returned to his loyal Aningsbe.
The people's fervent welcome forced Lynn to travel by carriage, as tradition dictated, while the guards dispersed the crowds.
Hajili, who had earlier hidden behind the others and used ice magic, had come back with Lynn as his hanger-on.
No, she was in a hurry to see the new crop.
Hybrid wheat.
That was the first thing Lynn went to see, too.
But it wouldn't bear fruit right away.
Hybrid wheat was several times more difficult to cultivate than hybrid rice. Its success now didn't mean it would be stable.
It would take several more years to obtain stable paternal and maternal parent lines. Lynn could use magic and greenhouses to speed up the process.
Keeping the paternal and maternal parent lines at a stable temperature was something the scientists should handle. Lynn didn't have the energy for it.
There also seemed to be some work later on to determine the gene sequences.
Anyway, he had already proven that hybridization worked. Whatever came next was no longer his concern.
They could just recruit scientists to do it.
But as soon as he entered the Greenhouse Wheat Cultivation Field next to the Government Building, he saw the bard mentioned in the intelligence report there, too!
The government guards were in a difficult position. One of them stood with arms outstretched, blocking the bard.
The bard was playing a tune on an accordion and humming as he wandered around, clearly hoping to get inside and have a look.
"Grand Commander!"
The guard spotted Lynn and looked as though salvation had arrived!
He immediately began complaining. "Grand Commander, thank goodness you're here. This bard, who's one of our