"I'm no expert, but I did read about a few farming methods in my textbooks, back in my old world. Crop rotation. Selective breeding. Things nobody here ever needed to invent, because magic was always the answer to everything."
"Wait!! Master!!" Blossom's head came around, and the entire discussion visibly rearranged itself inside her skull. "Blossom has an idea! What if Master involved more than just alchemists?"
It was the gorgeous dogkin's turn to get her head petted, which she enjoyed by the most joyous of squeals.
"My Pupcake is on the same wavelength, I see," Quinlan chuckled. "I'm thinking we leverage the dwarves for the tools, have them create enchanted steel plows and seed drills instead of the shoddy sticks used by the masses today."
