Ta, ta, ta…
Footsteps echoed softly in the quiet hall.
"My lord, the other original posters have begun mobilizing a large number of beast spars," a voice reported.
Waldo listened calmly, his expression unreadable. When the man finished, he slowly raised his eyes toward the mysterious woman standing before him. For a moment, silence filled the room.
"How many seedlings have they traded?" he finally asked, his brows knitting in displeasure.
He hadn't expected the others to start trading seedlings on their own—without so much as informing him first.
"The least among them traded a hundred plants," Mirean Moon replied quietly, her tone deliberate. "The most… about two hundred."
Waldo frowned, deep in thought. "How many do you have?"
