"After this, I'm planning to start an agriculture team. You'll be the team leader, responsible for teaching the others the Land Fertility Technique."
There's only so much one person can do. Right now, Old Neil was the only one who knew this magic, and he couldn't possibly tend to too many fields by himself.
After this harvest, Levi had seen the potential of this magic and naturally wouldn't let it go to waste.
If High Cliff Castle was to develop, its food supply had to be self-sufficient, which meant farming had to be prioritized.
"Yes, sir!" The old kobold clicked his heels together, crookedly placed a fist on his chest in a salute, a few grains of rice still stuck to the corner of his mouth.
He couldn't hide the excited smile on his face.
He knew he had finally secured a firm foothold in High Cliff Castle. Having grown accustomed to this stable life, he wouldn't go back to his old, precarious existence for anything in the world.
