The study of the City Lord's Mansion was quiet, bathed in the golden afternoon sunlight filtering through the tall windows. Luciel reclined in his chair, the faint gleam of his black eyes reflecting both calculation and curiosity. Across from him, Mirean and Agni Moon knelt respectfully, presenting the results of the day's commercial operations.
"The cabbage seedlings are completely sold out, and the tomato seedlings have also vanished," Agni Moon said, her tone a mixture of amazement and excitement. She could hardly believe the fervor of the buyers. "If there had been no purchase restrictions, a few customers might have taken every last seedling."
Luciel's gaze shifted to the white-haired girl leaning casually against the wall—Elara. "Elara, do you know who bought them all?" he asked, his voice calm yet carrying an edge of curiosity.
