Roman wore a linen short-sleeve shirt, half-dressed as a farmer.
He said to Jet, "Did you come to find me to help with my work?"
Jet really had no such intention and could only reply, "I didn't come to find you..."
"Then, what are you here for? Looking for Gwivelle?"
Jet shifted his gaze, looking at the land covered in wheat stubble; the stubble resembled broken swords on a battlefield, pointing towards the sky, enough to make one dizzy with their exaggerated density.
"I'm just here to see…" whether those circumstances are true.
Perhaps he came intending to uncover Gwivelle's lies, but now he found he couldn't disprove them.
Jet asked, "Are you going to plant beans?"
He saw the mountains of beans, all soaking in water, while someone was sprinkling salt into it.
He also saw the larger piles of manure, with carts of brown soil being continuously brought over; they orderly mixed the soil with the manure and raked it into the ground.
