Martin City.
On a street piled high with all sorts of clutter, a remarkably realistic painting of a three-story building had been pasted onto a wall.
Anyone who looked closely at the windows in the painting would notice someone peering out from behind one of them. If someone saw that in the dead of night, it would be the stuff of horror stories.
But for those living inside the painting, it was the finest refuge and home they could ask for-
William held a hoe, grunting as he worked the soil.
Beneath his feet lay a perfectly square rice paddy, exactly one mu in size. It was meticulously laid out, with rice growing inside and crabs and fish fry being raised among the stalks. A metal frame bordered the field, gleaming with the light of magic runes.
Above the field hovered a steady orb of light, giving off light and heat almost indistinguishable from sunlight. Its warm rays bathed the little paddy-and beside it, more plots of the same size awaited clearing and planting.
"It's incredible."
Lolisa truly could not understand what kind of extraordinary magical item this was. Simply unfolding it produced an entire field, complete with canned seeds and fish fry.
It even had a sun! An actual sun!
The crops inside grew quickly, ripening almost once a day. Rice could be harvested daily, and plump, translucent grains had already filled half a storeroom!
To Half-Orcs, who made their living almost entirely through herding, this was all but impossible-what kind of priceless treasure could produce a harvest every day?
With food and such a safe environment, Lolisa had begun to look forward to the future. Perhaps they really could stand against the Church?
"William, I'm going to check on my brother and the others."
"I'll take them over