Claude followed behind Ghislain, nervously biting his nails.

'No way… did the sprouts really appear?'

The reasoning Ghislain had provided made sense on the surface, which had left Claude feeling a bit uneasy.

After all, the man hadn’t studied farming, researched agriculture, or even learned any magic, so Claude had confidently bet against him, assuming he would fail.

'No… if the sprouts have really grown, I’ll be a slave without even a word of protest! It must be that the inspector made a mistake!'

Trying to hide his growing anxiety, Claude maintained an arrogant stride as they approached the reclaimed …