What if they don't care for them properly and the crops die? How could they maintain a good relationship then?
Now that Ange and the others were forced to flee, they must be harboring a lot of resentment. And when the elves manage to kill off their new crop, they're sure to despise the elves.
"Are they valuable?" Gailard asked. If they're not valuable, letting them die isn't a big deal. How much could grain be worth? They could just compensate double, triple, or even tenfold later.
Kael'danil nodded, suppressing his excitement, "Let's put it this way, a fifth of the world's cultivable land belongs to saline-alkali soil. If these crops can be promoted, it's as if the world has suddenly gained an extra fifth of arable land, enabling it to support an additional fifth of the world's population."
A shiver ran through Gailard's heart, and a phrase flashed across his mind—priceless treasure.
