The panel blinked again immediately.
[(￣ー￣)
Kilogram in your world.
So, roughly—
1 Libra Guild = 1 Kilogram.)]
Lucas fell silent for a moment.
"…Wow," he said flatly. "You're starting to sound like a responsive premium chatbot now."
[(#｀皿´)
HEYYY—!!]
Lucas gave a thin grin.
"Sulking."
He leaned back deeper into the chair.
"…So, when do I need to replant?"
The panel appeared without delay.
[(￣▽￣)
Relax.
Those are high-quality tomatoes.
No replanting needed for the next six months.)]
Lucas straightened up at once.
"…What?"
[(￣ー￣)
Six. Months.)]
"…That good?" Lucas went quiet, then let out a relieved breath.
"Damn. This is seriously profitable."
He clicked his tongue softly.
"If I'd known, I would've planted more from the start."
[(￣ω￣)
King…
Don't tell me you've been worrying about replanting this whole time,
which is why you haven't exchanged PP for more tomato seedlings?)]
Lucas looked away.
"…Yeah."
[(;￣Д￣)
Wow. So dumb.)]
Lucas clicked his tongue.
