The youth carrying buckets of water was Dunn.
He was not tall, but sturdy, with dark skin and small abrasions on his arms from working. Seeing the Night Watchers nearby, he neither approached nor avoided them.
He kept doing his own work, occasionally looking over before lowering his head and continuing to carry the buckets.
Lu Yuan noticed his work habits.
Once a bucket of medicine was mixed, he would check which plot had not yet been treated, pick up the bucket, and head over himself. No one needed to urge him on. His technique was good too—gentle, but thorough, with no missed spots or waste.
He would carefully turn over the Gray Borers clinging to the undersides of leaves and flick them away one by one.
Though only sixteen, he possessed a steadiness that did not match his age. He was neither hasty nor impatient. After finishing what was in front of him, he would stand still and survey the overall progress before deciding where to go next.
It was clearly a habit forged through a long period of living independently.
Gray-White Text flickered at the edge of his vision.
[Target detected: Dunn] [A normal human. No, his sanity seems somewhat more resilient.]
Lu Yuan raised his brows at Gray-White Text's fairly positive assessment. Not bad, not bad.
Boer walked over and exchanged a few words with him.
Using the excuse of being a medicine deliveryman, he chatted about matters in town. Dunn's answers were brief and clear. Ask one question, get one answer.
His voice was not loud, but every word was clear. He was neither vague nor ingratiating.
The other person was at the far end of the medicinal field.
Jurgen.
He was half a head taller than Dunn and somewhat lean, but his body