Chapter 331 God's Power? Which God?_2

When Dyson spotted the farmer, the farmer detected them in return, looked up at him and then beyond him, his gaze falling on the Divine Bone behind him.

The field was newly reclaimed, with tidy furrows neatly arranged in vertical and horizontal lines. It was clearly the work of an experienced farmer. Considering the scale of the field, it would have taken more than a day or two to accomplish.

Seeing this, Dyson breathed a sigh of relief. At least it wasn't a trap laid for them but a real farmer at work.

Dyson glanced, then stopped paying attention. A humble farmer and the honorable Archbishop eyeing him, both were to his honor.

Yet, the farmer kept staring at him, or rather, at the Divine Bone behind him. It was wrapped tightly from head to toe; Dyson wondered what the farmer could possibly see.

Perhaps because it was wrapped so tightly that it incited the farmer's curiosity? Nevermind, a minor punishment, "Fear!" he exclaimed