Weed knew how to properly use the carrot-and-stick tactic. If he only fostered threats and horror, there would be resistance no matter how loyal of a cow he was.
“Take it down and I’ll give you one copper. If you kill it completely, I’ll give you two coppers.”
Another incentive in battle!
For Yellowy, one copper was a monstrous amount.
‘Things can be bought with one copper… A handful of highly nutritious hay. Ten buckets of chilled water!’
Apparently he could buy a handsbreadth of land if he saved and saved to gather ten coppers. If he planted at least weeds, he could eat them up whenever he was famished.
If he collected about 10 gold, he could supposedly build a shabby barn, which was Yellowy’s hope in life.
Dreams of owning his own home!
MOOOOO!
Yellowy’s energetic acceleration!
He still had not thrown away his reluctance in battle!