Stern stared at Lucien for several moments, as though trying to determine whether he had misunderstood what he had just heard. His expression remained composed, but there was a noticeable sharpness in his eyes now. "You're not joking, right, Young Master Lucien?"
Lucien gave him a faint smile. He had expected this reaction. What he was about to reveal was not something anyone would accept casually, especially when the entire Silver Duchy was already beginning to feel the pressure of the grain shortage. "I'm not joking, Elder Stern. I really have found a source of food. The grains are simply different from the ones people normally use."
He raised a hand and clapped twice.
Searle immediately stepped forward and placed two sacks on the table.
