บท 322: 222- Ricelands

Plotline: Main

Chapter Type: Social

This was how we traveled for five days, stopping at a barn, the front yard of a farmer, and so on. Lord General Ding slept indoors; most of us slept outdoors.

I had enough magical stress keeping myself free of disease; I just couldn't do it for twenty people. Not while marching, which was a weakness I could remove – once I got second level in Shaman (or another divine class).

We knew when we crossed into the Ricelands themselves. The smell and sight of water would have given it away, even if we couldn't identify the rice plants themselves. With harvest less than a month away, it would have been difficult not to recognize them.

We traveled quickly; neither the militia nor news of them reached us from behind. From ahead, messages arrived by mounted courier, and Lord Ding responded to them. "My wife has been very busy." he said with a smile.