"This... this... was truly eye-opening."
Count Gurroco looked at the Winter Flower Rice in the tent, not knowing what to say.
Based on an annual ration of one hundred and fifty jin of food per serf, the yield from one mu of land could feed twenty people. With that, everyone gradually accepted this absurd figure.
Marquis Rodenert raised a hand, quieting the crowd before continuing, "I understand what you're all thinking, but it's impossible to bring these food crops back to the Kingdom of Isia."
"Commander, why is that?" a count boldly asked.
Marquis Rodenert was not angered by the count's offense and patiently explained, "According to Duke of Moravia's research, this food crop exists because of this world. To put it simply, the Giant Rule of the Metagea Plane is one of its Bottom Layer Rules. That is why this world can grow such crops."
"So, if you can't find any treasure, looting food is also a good option."
Upon hearing Marquis Rodenert's words, some of the nobles had already begun considering the feasibility of this plan.
Two hours later, the meeting ended. Velin and Kyle left the tent and headed toward the Fifteenth Army's camp.
"How about we take a stroll through the city?" Velin asked as he looked at the moon overhead.
Kyle nodded at his words. "As you wish, my lord."
"Alright, then let's go."
After saying that, Velin removed his armor and tossed it into his Demiplane.
The Metagea Plane lay within the range covered by the Ilaria World, so he could naturally open the Demiplane located in Outer Space.
Not long after leaving the camp, Velin spotted a familiar figure acting suspiciously.
"Great-Uncle."
Vitris, who had been preparing to travel underground, stopped and turned around. "Velin, long time no see!"
"Great-Uncle, we met just