Chapter 823 How Did Things Turn Out This Way

Ange scratched his head in distress. He had been farming for over a thousand years, but this was the first time a crop had accused him of being excessive. What was he supposed to do?

Flowering and fruiting are natural parts of a plant's life, and Ange was merely speeding up the process. He was a bit dazed to suddenly be labeled as someone who forced plants to bloom.

"Why don't we just forget about it and shear somewhere else?" Negris whispered.

There were plants everywhere in the forest, and it was an entirely new plane. All the seeds here were unfamiliar to Ange, so having one more or less shouldn't really matter.

Ange said, "Its seed is strange."

"Oh? Strange how? Alright then, I'll go negotiate. If that doesn't work, you go ahead and forcefully take it," Negris said.

Ange felt it was unreliable. He reached into Dimensional Space to rummage around but came up empty-handed because the silver coin was no longer there.