Nero and Lucas finally completed the application process after nearly three hours.
The wait had been painfully long. The Myriad Herbs Pavilion was one of the most prestigious organizations in the city, and countless people dreamed of becoming one of its spiritual farmers.
Long lines stretched throughout the registration area as hopeful applicants patiently waited for their turn. Some came from nearby villages, while others had traveled for weeks just for this opportunity.
Fortunately, both Nero and Lucas met all the basic requirements and were accepted without any problems.
After completing the necessary paperwork and receiving their identification tokens, they were directed toward the residential quarters reserved for the pavilion's farmers.
The residence was a massive multi-story building capable of housing thousands of people. Long hallways extended in every direction, with rows upon rows of simple but clean rooms lining each side.
