115. Seven Days

Carlos found Rowan beside the vegetable rows after leaving the kitchen.

Cosmic had already returned through the Domain Portal to search the market listings Mira needed.

"I need you for something else."

Rowan looked toward the kitchen with confusion. "Cooking?"

"Food. The part before it reaches the kitchen. Your expertise."

That made him takes things seriously.

Mira brought out the charcoal board from earlier that morning. The numbers were still written across it.

"90 meals for Ironroot. 9 for Cedric's group. 80 for the four Lords buying food. 12 Slime Cores for the six Slimes."

Carlos pointed at the first number.

"I want seven days of food stored for everyone living here."

Mira wrote beneath it.

"Six hundred and thirty meals," she said.

The number looked worse when it was written down.

"The Cold Storage can hold them," Carlos said.