As for the left arm... was his act really that convincing? I remembered Rockwood White Deer bloodlines having pretty strong regenerative abilities, but not strong enough to let someone casually chop off a hand...
The viscount was still hung up on the severed hand—he clearly could not understand why Baron Layan would chop off his own hand for a cartload of Two-Year Rosy Radiance Grass.
Indeed, Fire Dragon Burning the Granaries was highly profitable, but if it required a noble lord to pay such a steep price, then it was obviously not worth it.
At the very least, he himself would never do such a thing. Wouldn't it be better to find a condemned criminal and claim he was a mole colluding with the Blazing Flame Lands?
"Wait."
From the viscount's words, Ian had heard an absolutely crucial piece of information.
It was also what he had truly wanted to learn from this communication.
Swallowing, the boy took a deep breath before asking in a low voice, "Viscount, are you saying... the baroness has already passed away? Along with... his child?"
Of course, it was major news in noble circles. But I remember it mainly because it was a natural disaster attack. The Imperial Capital sent aid to both us and Layan Territory. Wasn't that where those Bison Bulls came from? I remember you quite liked drinking milk when you were little...
The viscount teased Ian. Elder Pude might have been the one to submit the application back then, but wasn't he the one who had actually distributed the resources?
But very soon, he sharply sensed that something was wrong. Wait, could it be... your psychic ability saw something?
The viscount suddenly realized it, then raised his voice in warning. Listen, Ian, don't get involved!
Since you've already bought the