that quickly?” Judd asks. “Some,” Osrik pipes in. “Radishes, spring onions, spinach, turnips—those we can harvest in about a month.” Everyone stares at him. He shrugs his shoulders when he notices. “What? You shits know I was from First Kingdom.” “Yeah, as a mercenary,” Judd replies, his brows lifted up. “How the hell do you know about farming?” Osrik shifts in his chair, the bulk of his body making the wood creak in protest. “Hired to kill a farmer who didn’t pay his taxes once. Ended up staying there to help him so he could pay instead of murdering the poor fuck.” Lu grins at him. “Aww, Os.
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