The undead were all geared up, but the Great Sage was nowhere to be found. Harvey quickly summoned a wise follower and asked, "Where's the Great Sage?"
"He's busy harvesting," the follower replied.
"Harvesting? It's already impending nightfall and he hasn't finished? Where did he run off to?" Harvey asked, puzzled.
When he finally found the Great Sage, he understood why he hadn't finished - there was simply too much to harvest.
"What's going on? Why is there so much grain? Did you kidnap people to farm this much? You've always been against enslaving living beings, haven't you? Did you change your principles?" Harvey asked, still puzzled.
"What nonsense? No, I farmed it as always. But what do you call this? Ah, optimization! Specific tasks for specific people, officer accountability, and reward for more work done – all sorts of incentive strategies. So complex. But the beings' enthusiasm was so high that they accidentally planted too much. You arriving now is just timely."
