"Gulla? You..."
His face was a mask, the kind that said he had a lot to say but wouldn't. Even for a bastard born of a commoner, this was beyond the pale. Gulla was a poisonous weed that even stray dogs wouldn't touch.
To think he'd brazenly burst through the front gates, not even knowing this. He'd have been better off trying to negotiate a price with Count Mereloff.
"But it's true. The seeds of Gulla are edible. You can roast them, boil them, even eat them raw. In terms of nutrients, satiety, efficiency – in every way, it's truly a divine blessing."
"That's absurd."
To think that no one had known about such an incredible crop until now? What did he take the great Bariel Empire for? It was almost infuriating. Even now, scholars in the Imperial Palace were working tirelessly, day in and day out, to find a way to overcome the great famine.
And yet, Gulla, something that grew everywhere, was a divine blessing?
"I've been eating it lately."