i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see
'Forse....' Remi says with a thoughtful frown. "It certainly seems like the sort of thing that would require magic." Watching his son tend to the plant that surely had no chance of surviving the week without him, Remi narrows his eyes slightly. "So...magic that makes things grow quickly. And, if it is as you say, it seems to have worked. But what is the point? Why just let it die? What use is the ability to grow things quickly in the desert, if they can never last?" All this is asked of Mateo as if he were an adult who might reasonably know the answers, rather than just a pre-pubescent boy ready to sprout himself.
'Maybe someone worried about agriculture...about being able to grow food. I had heard that the war decimated the continent before...so maybe someone is trying to make sure we have a way to grow food even if things go really badly?"
'Maybe someone worried about agriculture...about being able to grow food. I had heard that the war decimated the continent before...so maybe someone is trying to make sure we have a way to grow food even if things go really badly?"
THE
ALCHEMIST
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.