Their flight speed was fast, and the destination was not far away, giving Gaven no opportunity to ask more questions, as the Half-Moon Colt descended towards the ground.
The place they landed was a modest monastery, looking quite aged, but bearing the symbol of Lady Strategy, with a small yet incredibly elite group of soldiers guarding the area.
Surrounding them were densely packed paddy fields, warm as spring, filled with lush, green rice growing abundantly.
There was no need to ask; this was certainly the place blessed by Ms. Zalanda through the sub-divine artifact, the Book of Strategy, with favorable weather and harmony, maximizing yield. Not three harvests per year, but four, with an incredibly terrifying yield per acre.
A plot of land spanning only over a dozen square kilometers could produce enough grain to support a city of hundreds of thousands.
