Shipping goods from the game to the World of Warhammer

As the sun rose over Esperan, Rod walked alone in the experimental crop area, looking at the clumps of mature parsnip in front of him.

The workers responsible for watering the fields hadn't started their shift yet, and Rod was the only one on the vast land.

Four days passed in a flash, and this batch of parsnip was fully mature, but the specific yield could not be seen from its appearance, since the roots of these parsnip were still buried deep in the soil.

Rhodes isn't too worried about his safety right now. After all, deep beneath his feet, there are occasional tremors that are almost imperceptible to ordinary people. Dozens of cockroaches are rapidly digging and moving several meters underground, always keeping a close eye on Rhodes. If he encounters any danger, these alien insects are his best safety guarantee.

Moreover, cockroaches that burrow and move around can also help loosen the soil, making them perfect laborers.

Rhodes was relaxed and at ease, but the atmosphere within the Lancaster family was not so relaxed.

"What? You said the traveling merchant ronin is going to inspect that planting area today!" Juniper listened to the message in the communication array, her meticulously manicured nails almost digging into the solid wood tabletop.

"Are you kidding me? I sent someone to check it out yesterday. Those weed-like things don't even have a single flower bud. How could they possibly be inspected today?"

But since the traveling merchant said he would inspect it, it meant that four days would be enough. Although he had never heard of a flower that could grow from a seed into a plant in just four days, he didn’t want to say it directly to the traveling merchant and lose his head.

It must be those shantytown slum dwellers being lazy; either they did something unnecessary, or they missed a day and forgot to water the plants.

Juniper was still figuring out how to explain herself to the traveling merchant ronin when a beeping sound came from the data panel, reminding her that it was time to greet the traveling merchant ronin.

She clenched her fists and got into the family's parade car.

The roadside scenery receded like a curtain in a play, and Juniper could only pray in her heart that the God-Emperor of the Terra Empire would send down a miracle, so that when she arrived at the private land of the traveling merchant, the plants there would be covered with fragrant flowers overnight.

Seeing only green leaves growing in the fields and the traveling merchants waiting nearby, Juniper loosened her clenched hands as if giving up and slumped weakly into her seat.

Now it's all over.

The traveling merchant's face betrayed no emotion, but concealing one's feelings was a skill every nobleman was taught. Juniper believed that the moment she stepped off the carriage, she would lose the position she had so painstakingly maintained, and the Lancaster family's prestige would plummet.

In a remote agricultural world, no one would question the reliability of a traveling merchant's seeds; they would only talk about how the head of a noble family was utterly incompetent and couldn't even do the smallest things right.

The maidservant opened the car door for her, and she felt an unbearable tightness in her chest and difficulty breathing.

Hearing the cruise car stop behind him, Rod turned around and saw the head of the Lancaster family step out of the car, though his face seemed a little pale.

The other party forced a smile: "Sir, are you in such a hurry to inspect the results of this trial planting because the crops have reached maturity?"

"Hmm." Rhodes nodded. "But you look a little pale. Did something happen?"

This ordinary, polite greeting sounded to the other person like a question they already knew the answer to, and Juniper abruptly lowered her head:

"No! No! My lord, it must be those lazy commoners who forgot to water the plants, causing this mess. I swear on the honor of the Lancaster family, I was absolutely careful..."

"Wait, what are you talking about? What's going on?"

The other party's act of apologizing with a bundle of thorns on his back completely baffled Rhodes. He simply asked about the other party's expression and found out why the other party had even made an oath.

"But your flower seeds haven't even produced a single bud yet..."

Rod put his right hand to his forehead, unsure whether to be angry or amused.

"Who told you that what I planted was a flower?"

After the explanation, the head of the Lancaster family was relieved, at least her family would not become the laughing stock and gossip of other families at Esperan's banquet.

"Got it? Stop wasting time and get started." Rhodes was a little speechless, but he still had to maintain the authority of the traveling merchant. Juniper's attendants also came from the shack area to work as contract workers and begin the harvesting work in this trial planting area.

A saposhnikovia plant was pulled out of the soil by the laborer, who held it by its branches and leaves.

Is this thing even designed to match the size of the game graphics?

Rhodes's cheek twitched. He remembered that the edible roots of the parsnip should only be the size of a carrot on Earth, but the parsnip that the contract worker had pulled out was as thick as an adult's arm and was about the size of a white radish.

The head of the Lancaster family was also shocked.

The average yield of the crops in front of us is already comparable to, or even much higher than, that of crops grown in high-quality planting areas.

Not to mention that just four days ago, these crops were only seeds the size of corn kernels, and the growth cycle of similar grain crops, regardless of yield, takes at least several dozen days to reach maturity.

Taking into account yield and efficiency, these crops could increase the output of the entire Esperan more than tenfold. The planet Esperan alone could provide all the food consumption of the Vandrek dynasty.

"This...this..." Juniper could no longer care about aristocratic demeanor and etiquette; her voice trembled slightly. The yield of the land before her was the goal that her family had pursued for generations.

Rod watched the parsnip being transported away and nodded in satisfaction.

"The yield from this land isn't much. It seems your family has a pretty good grasp of crop management. Why don't you continue to try planting other crops for me in the future?"

He was completely unaware of the profound impact his casual remark had on the latter's mind.

After a long while, Juniper finally came to her senses. She lifted her skirt with both hands and quickly curtsied. Although the curtsy was exactly the same as when they last met, the feeling it gave was completely different.

"Of course, it is a great honor for the Lancaster family to serve the traveling merchants."

Finally, she added, "But I have a favor to ask: may I personally inspect the quality and taste of the newly harvested crops?"

Rod's heart skipped a beat, because Juniper's words had suddenly brought a crucial question to his mind.