Farming in the Magical World

"Looking for a craftsman who specializes in carving words on wood?" Frank thought he must have misheard.

It's easy to find someone who can carve patterns and family crests on various furniture pieces; Elfen has such craftsmen. But as for someone who can carve characters on wood, he's never heard of such a craftsman.

"What?" Lenny raised an eyebrow. "Can't find it?"

Now that the story is ready, and the workshop is working hard to prepare for production, the next step is naturally to prepare for printing.

"But I've never heard of such a person!" Frank tried very hard to remain calm, but the twitching in his eyes still revealed his embarrassment.

He had lived in Castel Ridge for decades and had traveled all over the country with the old man when he was young. He had never heard of such a profession before.

His ambition had always been to be a professional butler, never revealing his feelings or judgments under any circumstances, but today, he couldn't help but be swayed by Lanny's strange ideas.

"No? Didn't the lady's dowry have a lot of writing on it? And many pieces of furniture in the castle also have family crests and writing on them, so how could there be none?" Lanny tilted her head, looking at Frank with a puzzled expression, thinking to herself, "Don't lie to me, I just arrived!"

With a sigh, Frank said helplessly, "Young master, this is actually the work of carpenters. Besides, they are illiterate; they just copy the patterns given by the employers! What they are really good at is carving various patterns!"

I wonder where the young master got this strange idea from. Does the capital have such craftsmen? But when I went there myself back then, I didn't notice any such craftsmen.

"Is that so?" Hearing Frank's explanation, Lenny was still unwilling to give up easily, but his tone inevitably became somewhat uncertain. "Isn't there anyone who needs to carve words on wood? Like in front of a gate... ..."

He realized something was wrong halfway through his speech, couldn't continue, and shut his mouth.

He seemed to have confused the two worlds. In this world, he didn't seem to see anyone hanging any curtains or plaques at the door. Even the tombstone he erected for his father, August, whom he had never met, had handwritten inscriptions, not carved ones.

But he was reluctant to give up his idea so easily. After thinking for a long time, he made some concessions and said, "How about this, go to Elfen and see if you can find a literate carpenter..."

His original plan was to find a carver to come to the castle and make wooden engravings directly, using new bark paper as the material to print his storybooks.

I wonder how the royal family managed to print?

It's alright, I'll do it myself. If my territory weren't so remote, I would have planned to go straight to movable type printing. Opening a printing factory to print books for people seems like a good business.

However, since we only need two books with fixed content for printing now, it's not that complicated. There's no need to study movable type printing. We can start by studying simple woodblock printing. As for whether we should study movable type printing in the future, we can talk about that later.

But to his surprise, there were no craftsmen in the world who could carve words on wooden boards or stone slabs, which was a bit of a problem.

Logically speaking, with the world having developed to this point, there should be such craftsmen, because people will have needs, and where there are needs, related professions will naturally emerge.

But on second thought, given the current soft appearance of iron, it seems quite reasonable that there are no carving craftsmen.

If he really couldn't find someone like that, he could only train Jimmy to carve mirrored text on wooden boards and force him to do it!

Frank probably thought his request was a bit outrageous, and his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

"Yes, young master, I'll set off immediately!" But in the end, he still bowed slightly and agreed.

But before he turned to leave, Lenny called him back again, "By the way, what has Candy been doing these past few days? I haven't seen her."

Since he came into this world, every morning before starting his work, Candy would place a cup of hot tea on his desk before beginning his daily study cleaning.

Before lunch and before he rested at night, she would go into the study again to change the tea and help Lanny tidy up his messy desk.

But he didn't see Candy at all yesterday or today, and even the tea he had served was brought by Tiffany, the lady of the castle.

He hadn't paid much attention to it at the time, but seeing Frank turn and leave now, he suddenly remembered it.

Frank had already reached the door when he heard this, so he turned around and said, "Young Master, Candy has been helping to treat the wounded at the new guard camp these past two days!"

"Oh, a member of the team is injured? Is it serious?" Lanny frowned when he heard that someone from the security guard was injured.

While injuries are inevitable during training, the fact that Candy needed treatment for two consecutive days suggests it wasn't a minor bump or bruise. How did Tim train? Did he secretly increase his training volume?

“I don’t know,” Frank shook his head. “Should I have Mr. Tim come and explain it to you in detail?”

Lanny thought for a moment, then shook his head and refused his suggestion. "Go find Black Tiger, I'll ask him!"

When Black Tiger burst into the study, drenched in sweat, Lanny didn't ask his question first. Instead, he looked at the sweating Black Tiger with a puzzled expression and asked, "What happened to you?"

After the other person sat down, he looked at Black Tiger with a puzzled expression and asked, "Weren't you off duty today? Why are you all sweaty?"

He has the current duty roster for the castle. These team members have been taught some basic literacy skills by him, so they have no problem filling out the duty roster. They submit the duty roster to him for review every seven days, so he is naturally familiar with the duty arrangements.

Black Tiger sat respectfully opposite him. When he heard Lanny's question, he subconsciously wanted to stand up, but remembering Lanny's instructions, he suppressed the urge to get up, twisted his body uncomfortably, and then began to explain the reason.

"Sir, I am indeed not on duty today, but someone was injured at the new camp, so I went to check on them!"

Oh, you must have jogged all the way here, no wonder you're all sweaty.

Lanny nodded knowingly. "What happened over there? Who's injured? Is it serious?"

Black Tiger pursed his lips and said disdainfully, "It's all because of those new recruits, fooling around with their newly issued scimitars, and they accidentally hurt themselves..."

Speaking of this, he also had a bit of a problem with these newcomers. Not only was their training slower than the first batch, but they were also lax in executing orders and teamwork, which made the veteran team members quite disapproving.

Although Tim was in charge of the training at the new camp and it wasn't really his responsibility, he couldn't help but care more since his brother was there too.

Black Tiger was mistaken; these new team members weren't as bad as he thought.

While it's true that many of the new members joined because of the benefits offered by the castle, making the overall composition more complex than the first batch of members, it's hard to say how much worse they are than the first batch.

Or rather, the overall quality of Black Tiger and his group of members was just so-so, not much better than those who joined the guard later.

It's just that because they received training earlier and had experienced a real battle that wasn't too intense, they inevitably became a bit arrogant and looked down on the new team members.

Lenny believes that, with Tim's increasingly sophisticated training methods, these new players will soon have basic combat capabilities, and he will be more confident in dealing with any potential threats.

Because Black Tiger's younger brother was with the New Guard, he was very worried when he heard that someone had been injured there yesterday. He rushed over to check and found that two shield bearers had been playing around with their issued scimitars and had accidentally cut one of them on the arm. He was relieved to see that his brother wasn't among them.

Although he didn't think much of the new recruits' qualities, they were still members of the guard and would be fighting together in the future. He went there again today to take a look, and only after Frank informed him did he run all the way to the study.

"There was quite a bit of blood, but Miss Candy said it's nothing serious. Just clean the wound with alcohol, apply some white medicine, and it'll be fine in a few days!" Black Tiger said this with a relaxed expression, seemingly not taking it seriously.

"Oh, Miss Candy?" Lanny chuckled inwardly upon hearing this address.

Since he had Cody procure a distillation device to produce high-concentration alcohol two weeks ago, Candy seems to have discovered a new world. She is very enthusiastic about treating injuries, and she is always the first to rush to the scene whenever someone on the guard side is injured.

Initially, he was terrified of the sight of blood gushing out, but now he is said to be able to calmly treat the wound while giving instructions, displaying the demeanor of a seasoned doctor.

It seems that the team members have accepted the existence of this delicate little doctor. Not only do they notify her immediately when they are injured, but they also use honorifics when addressing her.

He couldn't help but think that if he got her a white uniform and a white nurse's cap, it would be quite interesting, haha!

"Uh!" Seeing Lanny's ambiguous smile, Black Tiger felt a little embarrassed and gave an awkward chuckle before saying hesitantly, "Because Candy often helps the team members treat their injuries, everyone inevitably... shows him a bit more respect."

He then immediately added, "I will tell everyone not to shout!"

In this world, the title "Miss" is not yet stigmatized; it is an extremely respectful title. Only noble daughters can be called "Miss" before they are married. It is not a title that just any woman can use.

Occasionally, Lenny would joke with the maid, calling her "Miss Candy," but this was not appropriate in formal settings.

"No need!" He waved his hand, not caring about how the team members addressed him.

Since she likes being called a nurse and being addressed that way, he doesn't see anything wrong with it.

As for outsiders saying the castle doesn't know the rules? Well, we'll have to break through the angry encirclement of the team members first.

“Let’s go take a look!” Lanny stood up and waved to Black Tiger behind him.