420 Judgement Declaration!

Early in the morning, when the first light of dawn filled White River Valley, the hardworking farmers were already up.

The South's winter had passed. Despite it only being mid-January, the rays of sunshine already had a hint of warmth.

This season normally was the best time to plant squash. As long as they filled a small field, three months later, they would be able to harvest a huge cart of food.

But this year seemed a bit different.

Lord Marvin himself ordered that all the farmers had to plant okra.

No one liked that stuff's flavor. In the past, only during times of famine would people choose to plant okra.

The only redeeming quality of this crop was its tenacity.

But in this territory, no one would go against Marvin's orders.

There had to be a reason for him giving this command.