And last night, the price had already dropped to the lowest point in the kingdom's history for grain, ten kilograms for a copper coin!
Viscounts like Ske and other nobles simply could not accept this laughable price tag, which meant their current assets would shrink to one five-thousandth of their previous value in an instant!
Bell's voice was even a hoarse roar.
"This is a blatant provocation, it's war!"
"Where are their granaries? I want to send someone over to burn all those wizards' grain right away!"
The nobles present were engulfed in rage, ready to overturn the kingdom.
"Burn my ass!" Heerde cursed angrily, throwing a wet blanket on everyone's fervor.
Five thousand tons of grain spread across more than forty cities in the kingdom, not only heavily guarded, but also no shortage of wizards in each town—what were they going to burn?
Did they really think wizards didn't know how to use magic to extinguish fires?
