Alexander's sugar plant had not been made yet operational as the beetroots were yet to sprout.
And so today was only Alexander visiting to survey the plant's setup and equipment.
"My lord, it is my honor," A sharp, thin voice greeted Alexander immediately as he made it inside the workshop.
It belonged to a slim, bare-boned man, the drought having eaten away at his health, who wore the best tunic he had and greeted Alexander with a bow.
"Sassim! How are the fields, my man?" Alexander responded to the man with a light smile the peasant who was in charge of the fields of beetroots.
"They are great my lord. The fertilizers that you gave us really had their effect. You will see it once they mature in February. They will be giants!" Sassim let everything off at the first opportunity, the excitement of being able to talk to his lord palpable in his voice.
"Haha, that's great," Alexander patted the man's shoulder as he said that.