"I'll have people weigh this pig right now, then slaughter it for everyone to see."
Viscount Roster waited quite a while before slowly speaking.
At these words, the people who'd been stuck in shock, not knowing what to say, were jolted awake.
Each one couldn't help gasping.
The situation here really had completely exceeded their imagination.
"If everyone's worried that only these few pigs raised on the outside are like this, there's no need. Whichever one you want to slaughter, slaughter it. Everyone can pick randomly anywhere in this farm."
Viscount Roster continued raising the stakes: "I imagine everyone's already seen—for convenient breeding, we've divided all areas in the farm into small sections of 1.5 square meters each."
"Each small section has one Long White Pig. Everyone can choose at will. Currently this farm of ours is raising a total of 45,000 pigs."
