Helena looked into Lynn's eyes, filled with curiosity.
Moist and crimson lips parted, and a magnetic voice sounded.
"Lord Lynn, is...is what you said true?"
Not only Helena.
Brick and Alex also widened their eyes, staring straight at Lynn.
Barley yield increased by eighty to ninety pounds?
Such an increase in yield nearly doubles the barley yield from their manor's farmland.
A yield of one hundred eighty to one hundred ninety pounds per acre?
In their view, it's simply a fantasy!
Lynn ignored their gaze and calmly spoke.
"In my territory, the winter barley planted last winter was harvested last month."
"The yield per acre of barley field is over one hundred eighty pounds!"
The eyes of the three of Helena couldn't help but widen again.
The Lynn on the throne wasn't just making baseless claims.
Instead, he had conducted planting experiments and achieved a bountiful harvest!
No!
To be accurate, it's a very bountiful harvest!
