Next, Lynn started trying to talk Eve into helping him, to see if she could help solve the problems of meat, eggs, milk, and sugar.
Corn was a wonderful crop.
It yielded a lot, made the best-quality feed, and could even be pressed for sugar.
The Corn Emperor was a good man; he just wasn't very capable, and the system he'd encountered was too rigid.
If only the land where he planted it hadn't been limited to black soil, he might not have failed.
But Eve turned him down on all counts.
If the changes were too obvious, the Elves would come looking for trouble.
Besides, Eve didn't want to do hard labor.
However, if Lynn was willing to show her his fertilizer research—
a different method that didn't require magical fertilization or traditional techniques—she could try to improve the corn in an extremely lazy, half-hearted way.
Of course, she wanted money too. Her priorities were eating, drinking, having fun, and taking it easy.
Fortunately, the bad woman wasn't bad for the time being.
Instead, she was quite interested in all the things Lynn had come up with.
While they were at it, she didn't forget to tease Lynn about how he'd gotten a kitten by his side.
And about how Yuffie had become a little girl too.
With two little girls by his side, Lynn was practically a beast. A pervert.
She also said that although she was an eighteen-year-old Elf, Lynn looked like a little girl to her too—but she wasn't a pervert.
Well, in the end, Lynn still managed to deal with the carefree Elf.
Actually, the Elf's laziness had kicked in.
That, combined with Eve's playful nature and the fact that she had a mission to do—
yes, she had a mission.
All Druids had missions.