"Given the agricultural output and pace of Pelican City, it is feasible to fulfill the entire Watson territory's food supply within two months. Within three months, while maintaining the eradication of hunger across the domain, there remains surplus capacity to provide food externally."
In the reception room, Count Watson stood respectfully before Ansel, bowing his head to report.
He dared not gaze upon the youth idly playing with the hair of a girl in his arms on the sofa, finding it exceedingly difficult to maintain a calm tone even now.
What intentions did this silent visitor, the young Hydral, harbor? Had he uncovered Watson's deliberate instigation of discord among the farrs? Would he further discover Watson's ambition to climb the social ladder through Evora?
Enveloped in imnse fear, Count Watson had no choice but to remain composed, for any sign of irregularity would spell his doom.
"It appears... the food supply situation in Greenridge City must be quite optimistic."
Ansel remarked with a smile amidst the prolonged silence, granting the young noble a semblance of reprieve.
"Indeed, even in the most barren slums, basic food supply is not an issue. Anyone with the ans to work can afford food," the noble eagerly responded.
"Hmm..." Ansel, embracing Ravenna, rested his chin on Miss puppet's head, "Let guess, due to the impact of the Pelican Trading Comrce, the native farrs are forced to sell their crops at prices so low they're nearly giving them away, just to earn a ager inco. Hence, even the residents of the slums can afford to eat their fill?"
At this, Ansel could feel a montary stiffness in the soft body in his arms.
Count Watson's heart skipped a beat, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his lips trembled slightly.
"Yes... yes, that's correct."
Feeling as if on the brink of life and death, Count Watson stiffly replied, "Currently, the Pelican Trading Comrce's impact on the existing food market is too significant. Even with just a fortnight's effort, their production, quality, and supply speed are almost overwhelming.
Although they're not yet capable of supplying the entire Watson domain, it's already impossible for any food comrce guild in Greenridge City to compete with them."
"Unless food is sold at a price several tis lower than that of the Pelican Trading Comrce, it's utterly improbable for anyone to purchase food from individual farrs or other food comrce guilds."
After all, if the prices were truly as low as to be almost free, there would still be buyers—such as those so impoverished they can't afford even the cheapest food from the Pelican Trading Comrce.
"Isn't that wonderful," Ansel said with great delight.
"To allow even the poorest among the poor to have a full al, Count Watson, this is sothing even Her Majesty has not achieved."
Count Watson's legs gave way, and he knelt on the ground. The extraordinary being, who had once prided himself on his bravery and wisdom, daring to gamble on his future, now turned pale with fear, trembling too much to even speak.
"Hahahaha, don't be so tense, Count Watson. Her Majesty is not so petty," the young Hydral laughed heartily.
"I'm rely acknowledging your achievents. Don't be so frightened."
"This... how can this be considered my achievent?"
Count Watson forced a smile, struggling to stand up. "This is clearly the rit of the Tower of Babel, the rit of Your Highness. It is you who have enabled them to be well-fed. I am rely... rely fortunate enough to bask in the scattered stardust of your radiance."
He praised Ansel to the utmost, in an attempt to mask the panic in his heart.
"All those living in the slums should recognize your greatness! I think..."
"I want to see."
Suddenly, Ravenna spoke up. "Count, you said that even those in the slums can have a full al... Father, I want to see it with my own eyes."
"..." Count Watson was montarily stunned, then a mix of nervousness and ecstasy appeared in his eyes.
On this matter, he had not lied, nor dared to lie. It was absolutely true that everyone in the slums of Greenridge City could be well-fed.
What made Count Watson nervous yet ecstatic was that if Ansel made no reprimand and simply left, it ant he... had passed the test!
"Do you want to see? Well, that was our purpose in coming here."
Ansel put Ravenna down, stood up gracefully, and smiled at Count Watson: "Then, Helen and I will take our leave first, Count. You have done quite well during this ti, keep up the good work."
"Yes... Yes! I will definitely not let you down."
Count Watson's neck turned red, his voice was high-pitched, and his tone was passionate. The sa emotion, produced by different reasons, allowed him to perfectly conceal his true intentions.
"I'll see you out—"
"No need, such matters should be done discreetly. Continue with your duties, Count."
With that, Ansel left with Ravenna.
It was only about five or six minutes after Ansel's departure that Count Watson collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.
Despite the conversation being nothing out of the ordinary, and it seeming like nothing was noticed, Count Watson felt as if he could be shattered into pieces at any mont.
But, he had made it through.
His biggest worry was that Ansel would notice his movents, and now, without any warning despite possibly witnessing the discord among the farrs he had instigated, it ant the final threat had also vanished.
"Just one more push, one more push..."
No one knew how long Ansel's ga would last, nor did anyone know whether the Watson domain would still possess this magical land after the ga ended. Since Ansel did not take the overly intensified discord among the farrs to heart, then push one more ti, a bit faster!
Count Watson covered his face, murmuring with extre fervor: "As long as I can pique Her Highness's curiosity, as long as I can make Her Highness take the entire Watson territory into her hands..."
"Resources, prospects, and... power!"
Everything, for that further possibility!
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