Bab 239: Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Five: The Blue Bricks and Glass

Hearing the "croak, croak" of calls, Xiulote lifted his head and saw the black silhouettes circling in the sky.

The young man watched for a while, his feet never stopping.

By the lake were many Chinampas, floating farms that grew staple fruits and vegetables all year round. These crows, attracted by the food, were extremely clever. They would steal bites from the corn sprouts and eat the seeds underneath; come harvest, they'd tear open the protective husks and gorge themselves on the ears of corn. The scarecrow deities erected in the fields could frighten away other birds but not the crows, leaving the farmers at a loss for solutions.

"We still need to promote the use of bows and arrows, letting the Militia practice their archery... The technological developments nurtured by the Divine Revelation Place must not be interrupted by the Empire's crows..."