The Teleportation Spell brought them to Haimo Town within the Norwington Estate.
Last month, Haimo Town had still had vast stretches of unused land. The townsfolk had always used that broad wilderness as a natural pasture for their livestock.
In just a month and a half, Haimo Town had undergone a staggering transformation.
As far as the eye could see, golden wheat fields covered every patch of open ground at the foot of the mountain. Plump ears of wheat swayed in the wind like waves on the sea. Rhonin had never seen a farm that stretched out like an ocean of grain.
It was not that Rhonin had never seen a farm. He had worked as a farmhand as a child, but that farm had been far smaller than this one.
Every bit of vacant land in an entire town had been planted with wheat. That showed just how much effort the Norwington Family had poured into agriculture.
In a kingdom built on trade, how many nobles' interests had they had to cut into?
Still, Rowan was hardly short of money. He could afford to compensate them.
"Stop gawking, Grand Archmage. Byron is barely hanging on. We need to get down to business," Ellen reminded him from behind.
He had nearly forgotten why they were here. Rowan had said that a Druid from the Western Old Continent lived on Haimo Town's farm. He might be able to treat Byron's injuries.
"There's a wooden cottage at the end of the wheat fields. Let's look there."
The wooden door stood ajar. Two young apprentices were carefully sorting seeds inside.
The room was small, but packed with tall shelves.
Flowerpots of various sizes lined the wooden shelves, holding wheat seedlings of different shapes and uneven heights.
"I'm looking for Broll. Where did he