"Hadn't you seen the videos Viscount Rost and the others filmed on the Magic Net? All the wheat in your territory could be dealt with before nightfall."
The agricultural priest glanced at the speaking middle-aged man with some dissatisfaction. "The future of agriculture belongs to mechanization, not serfs."
The middle-aged nobleman opened his mouth, wanting to refute him, wanting to question him, yet not knowing how to begin.
His territory lay within the Hill Country Community and was quite famous. It could not claim first place in total area, but its amount of arable land was unquestionably the greatest.
His territory contained vast numbers of serfs and slaves, famous throughout the entire Hill Country Community.
But faced with the sudden spell of gloomy, rainy weather, there was nothing he could do.
Even if he sent out every serf and slave in his territory and hired all the nearby free citizens, they still could not finish the harvest before the rain forecast by the Agriculture Church arrived.
No, they might not even manage to harvest half of it.
In the past, when they could not see the weather conditions and had not taken the initiative to ask the Agriculture Church to observe them, they naturally had no way of knowing. Even if the crops were rained on and lost value, they would not have felt too distressed.
Farming had always depended on the weather.
But now that there was a weather forecast, he knew it would rain tomorrow, yet there was not enough time to harvest today. That made him feel utterly hopeless.
Yet the people from the Agriculture Church could use these machines to complete the harvest smoothly, perhaps even finish it before tonight arrived. He found it truly unbelievable.
But it also gave him a faint glimmer of hope.