"This year's autumn harvest wasn't ideal," he said briefly, but it was clear enough, "Too little land cleared, too severe land wastage. Those who can farm have either died or are recovering from injuries. Farmers who can work can't even gather enough plows."
The chamber fell silent.
"...Additionally, from the Red Tide Territory—Viscount Calvin sent five thousand tons of green wheat. It was moved into storage yesterday via the West Shore Corridor."
The people in the chamber were stunned.
"Five thousand tons?"
"At this time, who else can spare five thousand tons of surplus grain?" Count Haigel frowned, his voice incredulous.
"Is it 'sent'?" someone asked softly, "Not traded, not loaned?"
Kavier nodded, his voice calm, "Indeed, it's a supply. No price is marked. The letter states that Louis 'voluntarily gifted' it."
Everyone simultaneously turned their gaze toward Duke Edmund sitting at the head seat.
