“This is one that I planted just a few months ago. What do you think of it?” Arhan asked.This farm had caught Cal’s eye on the way to town. It stood out from the purple-colored crops growing on it. Each stood straight—as tall as him—and purple grains grew at the top in a densely packed sphere.“Uh, it looks good,” Cal replied, unsure what Arhan was asking for.“I didn’t mean its physical appearance. What do you think of how I’m growing this crop? You can use your sensing ability.”Cal gave him an alarmed look, wondering how Arhan knew he was a sensor.Arhan saw his concern and laughed. “Please, when you made your presence so obvious, it was easy to conclude that you were a sensor. If you hadn’t known there were so many Masters lurking in town, why would you need to make yourself look so harmless?”… That’s another mistake I committed, and I hadn’t even considered it as such. In fact, I thought I was being clever.Cal figured there was no point trying to downplay his abilities, not when Arhan basically told him he was aware of everything. At least, the friendly Master claimed he might help him with understanding the crop.He did his best to avoid spreading his mana tendrils to Arhan and reached out into the farm before him. He nearly flinched at the overload of information that poured through the mana tendrils. It was worse than encompassing the entirety of Mariner’s Rest.Cal used the lessons he had learned from using [Mana Sense] previously and forced most of the information into his mind’s periphery. He could finally get a vague understanding of the multitude of spells working in tandem on the crop. Of course, he wasn’t able to tell exactly what they were, but he could touch on some functions.The most obvious of the spells Cal noticed was an invisible (...)