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Seeing that these people had already been swayed, Viscount Rost smiled.

He immediately brought out the sales proposal he had prepared long ago.

Naturally, he also presented the farm construction plans and price lists for the various Magitech Machinery.

The prices were not particularly high.

After all, they had intended to promote these pigs from the very beginning. One could even say they hoped every lord across the continent would build such a farm.

With both sides sharing the same goal, the cooperation proceeded very smoothly.

Before long, the project was finalized.

The World Economic News Agency recorded everything, and it was aired on that evening's News Broadcast.

At the same time, short-video news clips and written articles appeared across the Magic Net.

"!!!"

"So impressive?"

"As expected of something bestowed by the gods!"

"They can actually raise pigs that large!"

"They're this big in just 160 days? That's outrageous. How is that possible?"

"Why wouldn't it be possible? Think about it—how long has Viscount Rost even been in the Southlands?"

"My gods! First there was incredibly cheap grain with unbelievably high yields, and now there are pigs that can grow so much meat in such a short time. It really feels like everything has changed."

"People from the Shepherd God Church wanted to buy one of these farms before, specifically to raise sheep. I couldn't understand it then, but now I finally do!"

"Our territory must build a farm like this!"

"So castration can get rid of that foul smell in pork? Damn!"

"I wonder whether traditional black pigs would have the same effect after being castrated?"

"You can raise ordinary ones, but they need to be kept for a whole year, and you only get forty or fifty pounds of meat from them. They eat a lot, too.