"No, we have to compete, we can't cancel it." Vaguli was almost crying.
Now he was the one begging for the competition. If he won, the other side would take his harvester blueprints and invest in his next project. If he lost, he would have to pay ransom or sell himself. This was even more unscrupulous than someone selling him and then making him help count the money. Needless to say, it was definitely set up by those ruthless goblin merchants.
Thousands of miles away, the Silver Coin Commerce sneezed.
"The first competition, ploughing. The engineering team with the gear winner Vaguli and his all-purpose seed sowing and harvesting machine will compete against the manual team led by Little Zombie."
Seeing the Little Zombie fully clad in Soul Armor, looking mysteriously formidable, Vaguli quickly said, "The advantage of machinery is its automatic and durable operation, as we agreed, each of us will plough one hundred acres."
