Bradley ignored the young knight's amazement, taking out a record book and opening a page to introduce:
"Current grain reserves are as follows: one hundred seventy tons of black rye, seventy tons of potatoes, twenty tons of turnips...
If rationally distributed, these staple grains are sufficient to feed two thousand people for three to four months."
Vaerik slowly scanned the neatly arranged grain sacks in the warehouse room—markings on wooden boxes were clear, layered distribution reasonable, all proportionally stacked with moisture-proof and rat-proof gaps.
He praised: "Very good."
Bradley continued leading, pushing open another warehouse door.
A rich smoky aroma with char fragrance hit their noses.
