Volume 2 Chapter 5.2 (1/2)

Chapter 5.2

Translator: Einbedo

Editor: Weasalopes

“Would ya lookie here, either my eyes are playin’ tricks on me or I’m seein’ a wee lass, sweet as a pea, tendin’ to the crop.”

“Ya don’t get to see that every day, now do ya?”

“‘Tis times like these that make me wanna thank the lord for not lettin’ these ol’ bones of mine to wither away quite yet.”

Haruna let out a stifled laugh at the vocal admiration thrown her way by the elven folk who were tending to their crop. ‘Sweet as a pea’ implied her being on the cute side of the beauty spectrum which, in a vacuum, could be seen as a pure hearted compliment, if not for the fact that it came out of the mouths from members of a race unanimously known for their childishly pure complexions, and the fact that they were all lecherous old hags deep down.

“If that wasn’t heartwarmin’ enough, this one’s an experienced cook, she is.”

“One that doesn’t shy away from incorporatin’ some of the more, how should I put it, visually repulsive local produce in her repertoire.”

“There be no such thing as bad ingredients, only bad cooks.”

Haruna, having carefully picked out her words, cordially thanked them. Had she tickled their fancy with an overly enthusiastic response further teasing would have ensued.

“Have ya ever considered weddin’ anyone from the village?”

“Malga’s boyo’s still a bachelor.”

“So is Addo’s.”

“Senegal’s wifey disappeared without a trace after hearin’ out their revelation.”

Even the highly conservative rural elf communities had trouble sufficiently enticing the female population to marry into a bunch of farmhands. Haruna, not wanting to linger on a depressing reality of the rural lifestyle, interjected.

“Will you be thinning these out?”

“Hmm, well ’tis hard to say at this point in taim but I suppose doin’ so wouldn’t hurt.”

“Will this grow into a healthy crop even if not immediately planted?”

“Depends heavily on the temperature and soil quality but not to the extent that it’d only survive under the most ideal of conditions.”

“In that case may I take those off your hands?”

They were caught completely off guard by Haruna’s abrupt request.

“‘Tis no skin off our backs but what do ya plan on usin’ ’em for? If ya don’t mind me askin’.”

“Once we’ve finished our business here we’ll be taking a few experts on Lars wheat back to Wulls to share said expertise, so I figured we may as well make use of our test garden while we’re at it.”

“Fair enuff. I s’ppose ya will be wantin’ as much we can spare?”

“If it’s not too much trouble.”

The elves began poring over their supply of thinned out plantlings, selectively picking out all the nicer looking ones.

“How’s this look?”

“That’ll be plenty. Thank you so very much.”

“Don’t mention it. If ya hadn’t taken ’em off our hands they’d either be rottin’ in the garbage or be startin’ off a new life as fertilizer. I’m sure they’re the ones who’re the most grateful.”

“Won’t they have wilted away by the time ya get there?”

“We’ve got teleportation stones on hand so that’s a non-issue.”

The elves winced at the mention of teleportation stones. Even they were aware what a commodity tp stones were and yet Haruna was fully intent on using them all willy-nilly like as if it was no big deal.

“Teleportation stones, ya say?”

“Are ya sure there’s not a more practical use for it?”

“I appreciate the concern but if we ever were to run out we’ll just have Hiroshi prepare another batch.”

They were left completely dumbfounded at the reveal.

“The boy’s one ‘eck of a talented kid, ain’t ‘e?”