The starch content of seaweed isn't as high as rice, but it doesn't need to be husked, and all told, it could be equivalent to around one hundred and twenty thousand tons of rice.
Ange decided to grind them into powder.
Inside the Temple of Rest, the Bronze Book was holding the Gold-touch Stick, flying around, with a golden rope laid on the ground. Negris manipulated the Gold-touch Stick, occasionally touching the rope with it.
In a while, Negris started to complain, "No energy left, no energy left, Soul Energy."
A sole hand flew over and touched the Gold-touch Stick, and a pure stream of Soul Energy started to pour into it.
After repeating the process several times, the Bronze Book discarded the Gold-touch Stick, and opened its pages wide and took a tired pose, "I'm exhausted, repairing this damn rope takes too much effort, wish I'd not have claimed I could fix it."
