Autumn was the season of harvest.
Especially for Free City, which had cleared nearly a hundred thousand hectares of land in spring.
As soon as one entered Gem Bay, fields of wheat swayed across the hills as far as the eye could see. Everywhere, people rejoiced in the harvest.
As Lord of Free City, Annan stood among the man-high Wilhelm wheat gifted to him by the Third Prince. Heavy ears of grain bowed the sturdy stalks, which sprang upright as Annan cut them with his sickle.
Annan placed the first ears of autumn wheat in a basket beside him. Evelyn, filming with a Magic Stone nearby, seemed to make a clicking sound.
A blue beam rose from the Mage Tower in the city. Across Gem Bay, people looked up and saw it, called to one another, and began the Autumn Harvest in a bustle of activity.
"We have three hectares. Three whole hectares of land! No blight, no natural disasters, and even blessings from Druids dressed in leaves..."
Energetic Jack worked as he muttered about how much money the grain would fetch.
Hunter worked the field as silently as an ox, but he could not help following Jack's train of thought... They would harvest so much wheat and sell it for so much money.
With that money, he could buy an ox and more land...
The lady official had said that if their yield met a certain standard, they could apply to the City Lord's Mansion to expand their farmland next year...
Hunter lowered his head and stared at the wheat in his hand. It felt like a dream.
Was he really about to have his own ox and land...?
The grain collectors, all outstanding graduates, stood along the main road. Beside them, carts formed a line that stretched out