Upon learning that his former master had died and that they were ordered to cultivate land for the new City Lord, Iron Cake was numb; it was simply a transfer from a small noble to a greater noble.
Of course, he didn't resist and was brought to the vicinity of the City Lord Mansion, along with dozens of other former serfs and freedmen.
"From now on, you will be responsible for the cultivation of crops in this area."
A vast expanse of fertile land unfolded before them, and Iron Cake, who had experience with planting, could tell at a glance how different this was from the barren lands he had farmed before; the difference was night and day.
Is land owned by the City Lord always this different?
Wait, hold on, this area seemed familiar to Iron Cake; it used to be the west side of the City Lord Mansion, where there once stood majestic buildings.
He stared blankly around, confirming that the buildings of the City Lord Mansion really had been leveled to make room for farming land.
