The spring sunshine was especially bright. Tender green grass broke through the earth, quietly poking its fresh shoots out of the soil.
In this warm season, the trees in the woods were covered in brilliant blossoms-red, yellow, white, and purple-turning the woodland into a beautiful garden.
Many little birds flitted through the woods.
Spring had arrived. In the blink of an eye, it was April, with May drawing near.
The territory bustled with activity.
Romon had anticipated how popular biogas would become and thought this new development alone would bring him countless benefits.
In practice, biogas and ecological farmland spread far faster and proved far more popular than Romon had ever expected.
Pleasant warmth blanketed the land. After a sweep in March, the pirates along the shipping route had been cleared out.
More merchant companies began paying attention to this route, and the number of ships coming and going steadily increased. The biogas facilities being enthusiastically built also began spreading to distant lands with these merchants.
Wherever the merchants traveled, a little legend gradually took shape...
"Still studying these plants?" In another county, thousands of miles from the Tatshaw Territory, a garden was in full bloom. The scenery was beautiful, and the plants and flowers had clearly been tended with great care, each displaying its finest form.
A young man in an ornate Druid robe crouched on the ground with an impassive expression, examining a particular plant. He had remained there for over an hour without even changing his position.
None of the servants in his residence dared make a sound, afraid of disturbing his observations. Yet at that very moment, someone strode in from outside.
Upon entering, the visitor saw the Druid crouching there. He shook his head, seemingly displeased with the Druid's way of life, then quickly approached