It was a time-limited piece of junk because the materials were too subpar, and its use was also extremely pathetic.
To think it could actually be used today—that was quite nice.
Under Vice-Captain Wu Xiangnan’s “looking at a Monster” gaze, Luciel opened a large hole in the ground in just a few strikes.
Honestly, it was a good thing the underground base was dug deep; otherwise, these two hammer blows might have brought down the ceiling of the underground base.
Luciel happily cleared out a not-so-square field.
Fortunately, the sack of soil he brought back was put to use, and Luciel seemed very happy.
Vice-Captain Wu Xiangnan held back for a long time, but in the end, he didn’t say a word.
Fine, as long as you’re happy.
At least don’t cause trouble.
Maybe there will be organic vegetables in the cafeteria in the future; that’s not bad either.
Next was choosing seeds.
Seeing Luciel now looking like a kind old farmer, Vice-Captain Wu Xiangnan decided to let Hong Ying go with him to pick out seeds.
The two got into the car together.
Hong Ying took the steering wheel, looked at Luciel sitting in the passenger seat, and said with a grin: “Little brother Ming, this is your first time riding in a car I’m driving, right?
Watch my driving skills closely!” Luciel looked at Hong Ying’s confident appearance.
Although the novel in his memory didn’t describe exactly how good Hong Ying’s driving was, seeing how confident she was, it should be fine.
Luciel nodded and said: “Then I’ll leave it to you.
It’s already afternoon, and the seed shop will be closing soon.
I hope we make it in time.” Hong Ying smiled confidently, “Hehe, leave it to me.
Watch me show you what I can do!” With one stomp on the gas, the car shot out like an arrow from a bowstring.
Along the way, Hong Ying kept showing off her driving skills—drifting, overtaking.
Honestly, her technique was indeed very impressive; several times while overtaking, she kept right at the limit of the maximum driving speed.
The swaying left and right left Luciel dizzy and disoriented.
Luciel nervously gripped his seatbelt, cold sweat already quietly breaking out on his back.
Seeing another near rear-end collision, only for her to turn and overtake the car in front, Luciel was already so scared he closed his eyes.
The journey that would have taken nearly half an hour was compressed to 17 minutes by Hong Ying’s superb technique.
The seed shop was about to close, and the clerk had already started cleaning up.
Luciel almost couldn’t stand steady as soon as he got out of the car.
Hong Ying looked triumphant, “How about that, my driving skills are pretty good, right?” Luciel smiled bitterly and nodded, “The driving skills are good, it’s just very taxing on the passenger.” “You wanted to buy seeds, and there wasn’t much time, so of course I had to be fast.
Alright, enough talk, go pick your seeds quickly.” The two walked into the shop.
Their arrival made the clerk, who was intending to close up, show a somewhat forced smile, but he still dutifully intended to introduce the products.
Luciel waved his hand and went to the shelves, looking at the various seeds and starting to choose carefully.
A Planter was endowed with the knowledge to know all kinds of seeds like the back of his hand.
Seeing Hong Ying, who was interested in plants but completely ignorant, Luciel’s little habit he had developed a few days ago—loving to share knowledge in front of others—suddenly flared up.
Luciel explained to Hong Ying while picking out seeds.
Hong Ying was completely confused, but seeing Luciel talking so happily, she held back and listened seriously.
After determining that the content was basically all stuff she couldn’t understand, while Luciel was changing to examine different seeds, Hong Ying chose to start a topic herself.
“You know so much about these seeds, do you really like them?” “Of course, I really like these seeds.” Luciel saw that Hong Ying had changed the subject and knew she didn’t really want to continue learning about the habits of seeds and plants.
However, as long as there was a topic, there was no fear of awkwardness, so he continued to speak.
“Planting seeds and nurturing the growth of seedlings—in this process, one can feel the joy of life growing.
The tiny seeds grow tenaciously in the soil.
I provide them with the necessary nutrients, but beyond that, everything is the result of life’s own efforts.” “Nurturing a little life, feeling its tenacity—the harvest when plants bear melons, fruits, and wheat is equally joyful.” Luciel looked at those seeds.
A Planter’s intuition for plants allowed him to quickly distinguish the quality of these seeds, but Luciel didn’t care.
He could see the innate state of these seeds, but what did that matter?
He didn’t need these seeds to bear huge melons and fruits to solve his own hunger.
Planting the seeds, experiencing life, nurturing life—before the seeds broke their shells, Luciel didn’t need to eliminate anyone; he just needed to plant them all equally.
Luciel didn’t buy too many seeds.
After all, the land he could farm wasn’t that large.
Limited land couldn’t grow unlimited food; with limited resources, it naturally wasn’t good to let too many seeds crowd together.
After Luciel placed the seeds he had chosen on the counter, Hong Ying decisively paid the bill.
After all, Luciel didn’t actually have much money.
At first, he lived on the money he took from thugs, and later he was caught and taken in by the Nightwatcher.
It hadn’t been a month yet, and his salary hadn’t been issued.
Fortunately, he was a mental patient; Luciel just needed to follow his heart.
The two returned to the Peace Agency with the seeds.
Luciel couldn’t wait to go to the reclaimed field and began to plant carefully.
He carefully buried the seeds in the soil, his movements as gentle as if he were facing not plant seeds, but infants of his own kind.
Hong Ying watched from the side.
Although Luciel’s personality kept changing, which meant his relationship with everyone was always in a good state, it was undeniable that the personalities revealed by the different personas each had their own shortcomings, yet none of them were annoying.
If anything, several of the personalities were a bit too ideal—ideal enough to be like male protagonists walking out of a manga.
This also made Hong Ying a bit curious, curious about what other personalities Luciel had, and what kind of personalities those personas had.
This sense of the unknown, like opening a blind box, tickled her heart like a feather.
The Sleepless she encountered while keeping watch a few days ago had a sense of the night’s tranquility and inclusiveness, and there was also the Arbiter who went out in the middle of the night—that was a personality that placed extreme importance on order.
The one today, his focus and gentleness when facing the seeds, was also very attractive.
In their brief time together, she could feel that this personality was a very patient person.
Sowing seeds, waiting for them to sprout—just as he described, he was a farmer.
But unlike his description, this personality was very clear that he didn’t need to rely on farming to survive; he just liked it.
In the setting Sun, the handsome youth was serious and gentle; it was truly an eye-pleasing picture.
While thinking this, Hong Ying used her phone to take several photos in a row and shared them with Medic, quickly receiving a cat-like “thumbs up” sticker, and it also showed that the other party had saved them.
Ah, this life is great, isn’t it?