Argerin and her two children help on the farm. \'I see, just because it\'s a farm doesn\'t mean we have to rely on old-fashioned intuition and customs.\' Sylvia mutters as she gawks at the potatoes in her hands. She, too, is dressed in fishing pants and a simple shirt, as if she had helped with the harvest. But it does not spoil the beauty of her pretty face, which is fresh, friendly, and unprecedentedly attractive. Some young elf farmers are glancing at her. Sylvia is completely oblivious. She is well grounded in the magical sciences,\" Sylvia says. It requires extensive knowledge of astronomy, meteorology, geology, flood control, not to mention biology and agriculture. It\'s not a systematic study, but it\'s about choosing the right answer and getting the best result. One would think that the sage and the farmer would be far removed from each other, but they are not. The knowledge and education that has been passed down from generation to generation through solid experience and lore is comparable to the Academy of Wise Men in King\'s Landing. She is a sorceress and a sage, with extensive knowledge, and a thirst for unknown experiences and knowledge. But that\'s not all. But it\'s not just that. There must have been a major breakthrough in agriculture, in power and knowledge. She then thinks of the recent cold snap, and the unfamiliar heating device called a Corsi-Kotatsu that was used during the cold snap. I wonder if it\'s the Rare Man\'s Knowledge ......?\" Her brother, an orc warrior, is also helping with the potato harvest. He is smiling as he holds a basket full of large potatoes, a seemingly frightening sight, but for some reason, he seems to be a favorite among the children and young people. Argerin, a dark elf bard, plays a poem praising the bounty of the rare people\'s farming methods, just as the people\'s harvest work has slowed to a crawl. The magical melody woven into the verses had the effect of easing the fatigue of labor. \"Hey, Gordon, Argerin, you too. My old man wants you to come over when you\'re done eating.\" A young elf, who had challenged Gordon to a brawling farming competition a short time earlier, called out to him. We moved to the chief\'s house. The chief, who appears to be a middle-aged, dignified elf, sits on a luxurious carpeted floor. Gordon, the legitimate messenger, sits facing him, and Argerin, a dark elf, sits as a mediator, with Sylvia, a witness, diagonally behind Argerin. Sylvia is seated diagonally behind Argerin as a witness: \"We, the tribe of Arcadio, are the tribe of your Highness, Lord Gordon Kraag Bloodsmash, We, the tribe of Arcadio, have made peace with your tribe, Bloodsmash, the tribe of Gordon Kraag Bloodsmash. This does not mean that all previous disputes will be swept under the rug. However, we will cooperate with each other to cope with the abnormalities that have begun to occur, such as the raids of the demon tribe and the recent abnormal weather, We pledge to help each other if our peo