“Monmider.”

“Yes… Yes?!”

When Davey called Monmider, who was staring into space, the man looked back at him with a startled expression.

“I’m counting on you to manage and supervise the work.”

“Leave… Leave it to me!”

Monmider wasn’t stupid, just vigilant. No matter how ridiculous the situation seemed, he had a clear head to make good judgments.

“You will probably be better at managing them than me.”

“Um… Sir.”

“Hm?”

“So, what are you planning to plant here…?”

As the residents were cultivating a large area at once, Monmider probably thought that there weren't enough wheat seedlings for the entire field. He seemingly wondered why Davey acted like he was going to yield crops right away when he also knew this for a fact.

“What do you think a poor territory needs to do in order to get rich fast?”

Monmider thought hard. “That is…”

“We’re going to plant moon grass. On this entire field.”

“Moon…grass?” Monmider couldn’t believe his ears. He looked at Davey in bewilderment, but Davey didn’t bother explaining any further.

Moon grass...