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"Two thousand?" Ange looked at the magic rice seeds in his hand, tilting his head before quickly putting them away. When he took them out again, each seed had become plump and was emitting a faint glow—these were the enhanced magic rice seeds.
Radiad frowned at Ange's actions. What did it mean? Was switching to a different type of seed the only response to his challenge?
Radiad's provocation was not a spur-of-the-moment decision; he had recognized Ange.
The Lord of Annihilation had not mentioned the restoration of Radiad's memory, and Ange hadn't made any particular effort to disguise himself, so Radiad recognized him at a glance.
Radiad had intended to provoke Ange, to anger him and make him act irrationally, but Ange's reaction was unexpected. Changing seeds? Why? Could there be seeds with higher yields than two thousand per acre?
