It was already early October, and the air of autumn grew stronger with each passing day.
Throughout Tatshaw Territory, everyone worked toward a common goal, busy with one very important task: sowing winter wheat.
Since all the winter wheat had to be sown within this period, the territory's residents had been hard at work since the beginning of the month.
Not only the residents but also many of Tatshaw Territory's officials and estate managers led by example, personally visiting the fields to inspect the work during this busy farming season.
"My lord, as of today, we've completed forty percent of the sowing. In a few more days, all the winter wheat will be planted."
On the road beside a stretch of farmland in Tatshaw Territory, a carriage traveled at a steady pace. Eight attendants accompanied it, all wearing leather armor, their keen eyes scanning the surroundings.
Two people sat inside the carriage, one in Druid robes and the other in noble attire.
"Nick, the winter wheat seeds we're using this time are the new variety I developed first. I remember Prince Xiusenya sent someone a while ago to buy a batch for a thousand gold coins, didn't he?" Romon suddenly asked.
"Yes, Prince Xiusenya did send someone to purchase a batch of seeds for a thousand gold coins. As you instructed, I charged him the market price," Nick replied.
"Did any other nobles come asking for seeds?" Romon leaned back against the carriage seat and continued his leisurely questions.
"All the nobles who've always been on good terms with our territory came to exchange for seeds a while ago, but none took very many. The previous varieties already produced high yields, and with the Holy War about to begin, no one wants to take risks. They're worried some unexpected problem