At this moment, Felan saw a kind of confidence in the eyes of the young overseer.
Beside him, Mike chuckled and lifted his calloused hand: "My lord, if you don't believe me, come with me to the greenhouse and see.
Even in winter, vegetables can grow here, the canal water flows continuously, and the soil is as fertile as in spring."
Felan was silent for a while, thinking he had mentally prepared for the Red Tide Order's harvest.
But these numbers, these people, these proud expressions in front of him made him realize: he might have underestimated it.
"This... this is astronomical," Felan finally spoke, muttering to himself.
Green, Mike, and Louis couldn't help but show a trace of pride.
Green spoke with vigor, flattering as he said, "All of this is thanks to the Lord's foresight and guidance."
Louis shook his head, his expression calm: "No, this is the result of everyone's hard work together. I merely offered a few small suggestions; the real execution was by you all."
