Troubled by the turmoil in The Underworld,
Matthew was blissfully unaware, excitedly watching a large field of wheat rapidly maturing.
The heavy ears of wheat were plump and slightly yellowing from green.
In just over ten breaths, they had matured.
Old Li, having finished casting, walked over.
He curiously observed Matthew controlling a Harvesting Golem, which quickly and efficiently gathered an entire acre of wheat field, clicking his tongue in wonder and admiration:
"If other Spellcasters saw that you spent hundreds of Gold Coins and materials just to build a golem for harvesting crops, they'd probably cough up blood in anger."
Without a care, Matthew shrugged his shoulders as he watched the wheat being stacked into the granary, and while checking its weight, he replied with a question:
"What does it matter? After all, it's not me who's coughing up blood!"
