Chapter 510

In the crowd, a middle-aged man was patting the tree beside him, shouting loudly.

The tree beside him was as thick as an ordinary person's thigh and two and a half to two point six meters tall. Growing at the top of the tree were not leaves or branches, but bundles of rice stalks, with strings of heavy rice ears hanging from the tips of the stalks.

Ang glanced at it and immediately said: "Fake."

"Fake?" Negris shouted in surprise. Daring to fake it at such a grand assembly?

"What's fake? You say my tree rice is fake? Do you have eyes or not? Are you doing this on purpose? Come, come and see clearly. If you can find even a shred of evidence that it's fake, I'll give you the whole rice plant," the middle-aged man shouted angrily.

Seeing him angry, the people around him persuaded him in a jumble of voices: "Master Maka, don't be angry. Don't be like these... uh, a pet sub-dragon, what does it know about tree rice? Don't lower yourself to its level."

"No!" Master Maka said furiously: "This involves my reputation. If you can't produce evidence, then it's slandering me. You must compensate me for the loss of my reputation."

Negris leaned over to take a look and saw that from the buds on the tree head, rice stalks were growing out, as if they were really growing out of the tree. A sweep of its consciousness revealed that the rice was also alive.

Negris flew back in confusion and whispered: "How is it fake?"

Of course, it wouldn't doubt that Ang had seen it wrong. The God of Planting could see it wrong? Are you kidding me? Even if this was a living tree rice, as long as the God of Planting said it was fake, then it couldn't be alive.