Negris exclaimed silently, returning his thoughts to the Temple of Rest quickly, controlling his Bronze Book to fly back to the farms.
Sure enough, just as he had suspected, the fields were filled with a type of grain never seen before. They were in full bloom, each stalk tall and robust, and the panicles thick and long, indicating a high-yielding variety.
A name flashed through Negris's mind: Magic Rice!
"Kvada, you've been restoring the Bone Dragon these days, but your other hand never stopped. So, you were actually planting Magic Rice!" Negris said irritably.
They had only found a small bag of Magic Rice on the Spring Breeze Druid Loui, insufficient for such a large area. It was clear that Ange had already harvested and planted a second batch.
"Can you not give me a heads up next time!?" Ange always managed to conjure up an array of things without warning, not giving Negris, his strategist, a chance to prepare.
