Chapter 86
Inside his dimly lit house, rain gently tapped against the windowpane. Roger sat in the living room, clutching his phone with one hand, his face etched with deep concern. "Is it true?" he murmured, his voice seeking assurance from the voice on the other end of the line. The response he received only deepened the uncertainty gnawing at him.
The voice on the phone continued, offering explanations, but Roger could only listen, his patience masking the turmoil within him. "Yes, I understand," Roger replied, his voice barely audible, his expression mirroring disbelief. He stared fixedly at the documents strewn across the table before him, his eyes clouded with profound doubt.
For a considerable time, Roger had been managing the animal waste from Cloud Mountain Village. Initially, he had harbored pride and optimism about his future endeavors. However, after planting a few crops aided by the animal waste, Roger sensed that something was missing.