That is to say, a laborer who works tirelessly in a magic workshop earns only enough to afford a few bags of white bread per month, unable to even sustain himself.
Meanwhile, inside the fortress of the capital, Marquis Mortan raised his wine glass and looked towards the nobles who had come to attend the secret meeting, speaking spiritedly.
"Gentlemen, we have now achieved a comprehensive victory, and I presume the Wizard Council is already at their wits' end, right?"
Earl Heerde hastily agreed, "The wisdom of Lord Mortan cannot be compared with those wizards who study evil magic, this lot of bumpkins probably can't even understand what economics is..."
The rest of the nobles also praised Marquis Mortan's cunning plan, and some even regretted their own excessive caution, thinking that if they had converted all their assets into food earlier, their wealth would have multiplied many times over by now!
