Chapter 17: Farming Is Best Suited For Labor And Capital As Expected (2/2)

Additionally, the presence of the game currency limits the number of divine seeds Angora could obtain. Given that Xi Wei still had limited divine power, he could not provide him too many seeds at once.

“Done. Now we’ll see how that dolt is going to put on airs.”

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Early next morning, Angora got out of bed and left the house to begin surveying his lands.

The land was infertile as the old man told him the day before, and what few usable plots were scorched to ashes. It certainly explained the enmity that the townsfolk aimed at all outsiders, and Angora himself would have been driven away if not for his young age.

“My lord, so you’re here.” Vela found him around noon; she sounded rather upset. “Please don’t wander around—we’ll be in trouble if something happened to you in this town. Lunch is ready, please leave immediately after your meal!”

“Lunch… is that the same black bread as yesterday’s?” Angora asked curiously.

“I’ve heated it a bit, and I’m off to pluck some mushrooms with which I could make soup for you…”

Vela then hesitated, seemingly finding it rude to serve such things to a noble and whispered, “I’m sorry, but that’s the best we can do.”

Nonetheless, Angora said, “If you don’t mind, please keep me company for a while.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t look so miserable…” Angora said, slightly miffed. “How about this? You’ll keep me company until the sun rises to the center of the skies. If you’re not interested, I’ll leave today and you wouldn’t have to chase me off. How about that?”

“I’m just a peasant. I certainly can’t go against your wish, my lord,” the girl muttered, but still obediently followed Angora to where the farms had been.

There was a thick blanket of ash covering the plot of land. Although the soil might be more fertile in the coming year thanks to that, there was just no telling how many townsfolk could last until then.

“Is this your family’s plot?” Angora asked.

“It’s that one,” the girl pointed at one of the plots by the fringes which appeared irregular. “There are fewer heads in my family, that’s why our land is smaller.”

“I’m borrowing it for a bit.”

“What?”

Then, ensuring that the girl was not watching, Angora inwardly thought the words ‘O Master of Games, give us New Life’ to open the system page, and flipped through it to get to a new page which appeared yesterday.

[Overlord System: Penguin Farm V0.1 Test Version]