Chapitre 375: Helen · Faust - Three - III

For he saw them, the shoots on the field, vast expanses of... sprouting shoots.

In just half a day and one night, with just... some water.

"..."

James' legs gave way, and he knelt tremblingly on the ground, reaching out to touch the sprouting shoots, so tender and green, as if they could drip water, the freshest of sprouts.

He had never seen sprouts so perfect.

Then, farmers began to arrive at the field one after another, their reactions the same as Laurel and James'.

Some even knelt on the ground, burying their faces in the soil that had become as fertile as if from a fairyland overnight, weeping uncontrollably.

And then, not until deep into the night did anyone reluctantly leave the field.