It was another day in Slumdon Town, another inspection on Broken’s agenda. That morning, he intended to check on the progress of the farming fields managed by the farmers and
overseen by Charmelyn.
The farming field was located at the farthest edge of the town, facing the distant forest, although the area was still within the city walls.
Charmelyn and several farmers were already hard at work. The farmers were busy with their tasks, while Charmelyn was also assisting them. She noticed Broken’s arrival, halted what she was doing, and walked over to greet him.
“Good morning, Broken,” she said softly.
Charmelyn was dressed in a sleek and stylish ninja-like ensemble of purple and black, the fitted clothing hugging her curves. Her jet-black hair was pulled into a tight bun at the back of her head, with several strands escaping to frame her face. The morning sunlight illuminated her, making her black hair shimmer almost dazzlingly.
“Hi, Charmelyn. Good morning,” he replied casually. “How’s the progress on the farm field?”
“Umh…” Charmelyn hesitated.
Broken then turned toward the farm field where the farmers were already hard at work, plowing the land to prepare it for cultivation.
“They start so early in the morning,” he remarked.
Charmelyn nodded slowly. “Since what you did with the builders a few weeks ago, it seems to have made them even more enthusiastic about working.”
“That’s good,” Broken replied. “If positive actions can influence each other.”
Broken continued. “What do you think about the potential of this land for agriculture?”
Charmelyn replied, “The land here is quite barren. But with enough care, we might be able to make it fertile enough for farming. The only problem is, the water wells in this area are limited, so it could take some time before we make it suitable for agriculture.”
“What about using magic to bring water?” he suggested. “I have an area-of-effect water magic skill; it would save us the trouble of gathering water manually.”
Charmelyn shook her head. “Unfortunately, water produced through magic can’t be used for farming. We’ll just have to hope for rainfall or work manually to bring water in.”
Broken nodded thoughtfully. “Alright, let’s prioritize improving the water supply. Maybe we can dig more wells or find other solutions to ensure we have enough water for the fields.” “We’ll do our best to make it work.”
Broken nodded slowly, then an idea came to him. “Do we need to move the farming field closer to the forests?” However, he quickly shook his head. “I guess that’s not a good idea. The forest is too far away. It would be too dangerous to bring workers there because of the risk of monster attacks.”
Charmelyn nodded in agreement. “Yes, that’s true. The safety of the workers is crucial.”
They really needed to solve this water issue. Water was essential in such a dry, arid place where rain was a rare occurrence. But, as Broken thought about rain, he suddenly remembered something. One of the workers he had hired for a hefty salary had a unique talent.
[Weather Whisperer: Influences weather conditions within a limited range, creating rain, fog, or sunlight.]
And that person should be here – his name was Sandro. Could Sandro possibly help solve this rain issue?
Broken walked over to the workers, with Charmelyn following behind him.
“Good morning, My Lord,” the farmers greeted him.
“Good morning, everyone,” he replied.
Broken spotted the NPC he had in mind and waved him over. free𝑤ebnovel.com
“Sandro, please come with me. I would like to speak with you.”
Sandro looked surprised but quickly set down his tools and hurried over. “Yes, My Lord.”
Broken led Sandro to a wooden bench nearby, situated in the shade.
Once Broken and Sandro walked away, the farmers began to discuss their colleague.
“He’s the one who’s paid the most by the Baron.”
“What’s so special about him? Can he summon rain? Hahaha.”
“I’m not sure. He works the same as the rest of us. He doesn’t seem to be faster or stronger.”
“Is it possible the Baron made a mistake?”
“I’m not sure, but I think the Baron always has a reason when paying someone a higher wage.”
“Well, I want to know what’s special about Sandro. We won’t accept it if he’s the only one getting paid highly while we’re paid cheaply.”
The farmers nodded in agreement. They continued their work, but their eyes often wandered to where Broken and Sandro were conversing, wondering what task could justify Sandro’s
high pay.
“My Lord,” Sandro said respectfully, “is there anything I can do for you? Please forgive me for not working at my best.”
“So, Sandro,” Broken began, “have you ever heard or understood a way to alter the weather?” “Altering the weather?” Sandro looked a little hesitant. “My Lord, I’m sorry.”
“You can talk to me about anything. You don’t need to worry. I can guarantee your safety.” Sandro paused for a moment before explaining. “My Lord, my family has long passed down a tradition—a ritual, a dance, and song to summon rain.”
“A ritual to summon rain? So something like that exists? Interesting,” Broken said. “Can you still perform that ritual? Can you show me the dance and song? I want to see it.”
Sandro remained silent for a few seconds before hesitantly saying, “Yes My Lord, I can do it, but-”
“Don’t worry, I just want to see the ritual you used to perform,” Broken reassured him and led Sandro to a more open space.
“Can you tell me about the dance?” he asked.
“My Lord, my family has been the hereditary rain summoners for hundreds of years. Unfortunately, as time has passed, the rain-summoning ritual has lost its magic, and we have been unable to uphold the tradition.”
“Are you still practicing the ritual?”
“Yes, My Lord. I am not very good at singing; my voice is terrible, and I can’t dance very well either. But I can still perform the rain summoning ritual with the help of several people who can dance and sing,” Sandro admitted.
Broken nodded slowly. He knew at least that Ivana could sing, and Yara could as well. There were also other residents with talents in dancing and playing musical instruments. So, if Sandro could teach the dance moves and the song, it seemed worth a try.
“Sandro, do you think you can show the dance moves and teach the song to others? And, what else do we need to get it just right?”
“I will do my best, My Lord,” Sandro replied hesitantly. “The requirements are that the dancing and singing must be done in the middle of the night under the moonlight, with the dancers circling around a large bonfire accompanied by drumming. I will lead the ceremony. However, I’m not sure this method will work.”
“We have to try,” Broken said encouragingly. “Gathering people who can sing and dance shouldn’t be a problem. We can arrange everything needed for the ceremony. Even if it doesn’t work, at least we’ve tried every possible solution.”
Sandro nodded, still unsure but willing to give it a shot.
This was something worth a try. After all, Sandro wouldn’t possess a talent without a purpose, especially one as unique as this. Being a weather whisperer was indeed a fascinating gift, one that begged for exploration. The requirements were simple enough-just dancing and singing at the stroke of midnight. It held the potential to become an intriguing spectacle, enticing people to watch and record the phenomenon. At the very least, it could serve as a captivating attraction for visitors, should it prove to be true.
That day, Broken quickly enlisted Freya’s help to find people from the list who had high talent ratings but hadn’t been needed until now. Fortunately, they identified individuals with an A and B rating in dancing and an A rating for a drummer. That was enough to at least attempt the ritual. For some reason, Broken felt confident that this ritual could actually work and bring the needed rain.
A few hours later, Ivana, Yara, and several dancers and drummers had gathered near the
farming field.
Jovina, curious about the exciting activity Broken was organizing, had also approached. When she heard he was going to attempt a rain-summoning ritual, she eagerly volunteered as a dancer, her confident laughter filling the air.
A chime sounded softly in Broken’s ear, followed by a notification that appeared before his
eyes.
[You have received a new Rating A Quest.]
His heart skipped a beat, and he found himself staring at the words in disbelief.
“A Rating A Quest?!” he gasped.