Just as Ron sat in the carriage, lost in his imaginings, several carriages passed by and caught his attention.
The drivers of those carriages were all dwarves. Looking through the windows, he saw dwarves in luxurious attire, seemingly of no ordinary status.
Has the diplomatic delegation arrived? Ron guessed inwardly.
Earlier, when Andre had invited him to dine at the palace, he had mentioned delegations from other races.
Every few years—sometimes with only a single year in between—delegations from the major races gathered in the human Imperial Capital.
Even the orcs, who waged winter wars almost every year, sent representatives to attend.
Many issues between races were brought up for discussion at the delegation conference.
Though most of the time they merely bickered and wrangled, quite a few disputes between them were indeed resolved.
Many agreements, treaties, and contracts between races came into being this way.
Ron did not know much about such matters, nor did he care much for them.
Still, for the upcoming Magic Cup finals, Ron intended to invite members of those delegations to watch.
If the Elemental Cards could spread to other races through this, that would be no bad thing.
After that little interlude, Ron returned to the Flower Shop and entered the Dimensional Plane.
As he had explained to Yuna, this was the place where he communicated with the Goddess of Harvest.
In any case, letting the goddess take the blame for everything was the right move.
As for why he had entered the Dimensional Plane in person, it was naturally not to further improve the Cultivation Space's planting efficiency, but to conduct experiments.
Over these past few days, he had carried out quite a few experiments on Elemental Potatoes and gradually summarized some of their characteristics.
In particular, he had been experimenting with