Farming in the Magical World

"There's no need to worry about either security or prestige."

Tim waved his hand dismissively and shook his head, seemingly unconcerned whether Lanny truly valued security more.

Tim didn't feel embarrassed about the aristocratic status at all; on the contrary, he thought it was quite normal. After all, he valued the aristocratic identity even more than Lanny did.

His idea was that all they had to do was let a few guards who had recently learned to ride horses mount their horses and take up knight's swords, and who would be able to tell that they were commoners?

In some ways, he even felt that the guards were more like knights than many of the knights in Elfen, since once knights were certified, no one had the patience to study any academic subjects.

The members of the security guard are different. Not only do they have to be disciplined in their daily lives, but they also have to memorize regulations every night and learn to read and write.

In terms of sheer spirit and energy, the guards were indeed more spirited than some of the knights. All they lacked was a formally recognized identity from the kingdom and a piece of paper with a registered knight's certificate.

"Are you sure there won't be any problems?" Although he thought what he said made sense, Lanny had never actually dealt with this before, so he was still a little apprehensive.

"Don't worry, I guarantee I won't embarrass you," Tim said with a confident wave of his hand.

 …

While Lanny was discussing the issue of aristocratic face with Tim in the study, another nobleman was also angry about the same issue.

The sun was blazing outside, but Wright, lying in his room, grew angrier and angrier, feeling as if his anger was about to erupt like a volcano.

Look, look, look! The surrounding houses are low and the furnishings are simple. The room, which is not big to begin with, has three single beds, which are actually connected together in a shared room.

That was all fine, but what he found most unbearable was that he was to be locked in a room with two Grumman prisoners who were called barbarians. Was this the treatment a nobleman like himself deserved?

Although he had been captured by Lanny for more than a day and was prepared to sacrifice himself to protect his family, the conditions and treatment he received still made him furious.

Especially recently, after being assigned to do those magical experiments, every time he was made to hold a glass cube and have his magic power drained, he couldn't help but get angry—in fact, he himself felt that he was probably more afraid than angry!

He knew this was a normal reaction, after all, his old mentor had said that a mage's body had actually adapted to the presence of magic, and once it lost it, the body would have some strange reactions.

Even so, he still couldn't bear Lanny's indifference towards him. He had been captured for almost a month, yet he had only seen Lanny a few times. He didn't know what Lanny was doing in that study every day, and he had hardly had any chance to see him.

Originally, he planned to mention it to Lanny when he saw him again. After all, he was a nobleman, and this treatment was not dignified for a nobleman!

But the other party hasn't even shown their face during this period, so how can he bring it up?

To be honest, he was quite curious about the castle, and his curiosity only grew stronger as he stayed there longer.

Leaving aside other things, the fact that he mistakenly thought the cube was sent by Lanny amazed, surprised, and frightened him greatly.

My feelings were complicated. There was amazement at the ingenious structure of the cube, surprise that Lanny possessed such a magical thing, and fear that it could actively drain a magician's magic power. Anyway... it was quite complicated!

Now he knows that the outer shell of this thing is made of a kind of glass, as pure as a gemstone, shining with a greenish light, making it irresistible to look at. If he could get a few of these out, they would fetch a lot of money, right?

If the glass casing amazed him, then what was inside the cube, or rather, the function of the glass cube, shocked him.

He didn't know what this thing was or what its function was, but he could tell that just by holding it in his hands for the time it takes to eat a meal, it could absorb more than half of the magic power that he had spent two or three days recovering. Just two of these things would almost completely drain his magic power.

This alone left him speechless with shock.

Since leaving his hometown, he no longer considered himself a magical genius. After gaining more experience and knowledge, he realized that he was just an average person. He even became too lazy to continue studying magic, since he had no hope of becoming a great magician anyway.

If it weren't for the fact that his mercenary career required magical support, he probably would have given up his identity as a magician long ago and would probably have regressed to the level of a magic apprentice by now.

But because of this, he had a fairly broad understanding of the magical world, but he had never heard of such a thing, that could so quickly drain a magician's magic power out of thin air.

Sometimes he even wondered if Lanny was also a dark magician, otherwise how could he explain such bizarre things?

But judging from the snippets of conversation overheard from those around him, Lanny doesn't seem to be a magician, and many people don't even know that magic exists.

That is, he showed off his fireball spell on the night he was arrested. The young people in the security guard knew more about it, but the surrounding villagers didn't even know that magic existed.

"Wright, let's go for a swim in the river. Aren't you hot in this weather?"

Suddenly, a voice in the room interrupted Wright's train of thought.

He lazily glanced up and saw that it was another prisoner in his room, who seemed to be named Nechka.

Damn, why do all these barbarians have such weird names?

Uninterested in taking a bath, Wright slammed his head back onto the bed, thinking bitterly to himself.

"I'm not trying to be mean, but you just hugged that thing, and you acted like you were about to die. Was it really that big of a deal?"

Seeing him like this, Nechka suddenly became talkative and sat down next to Wright's bed, looking on with a gossipy expression. "You were given the easiest job, and you're still looking like a half-dead ghost. You're still better off than us, right?"

“Right, Sancherov?” Nechka turned to look at Sancherov, who was also lying on the bed, as if seeking his approval.

"Hmm," Sancherov's voice was muffled, and he wasn't in much interest in speaking.

The sun was too strong today. After lunch, he and Nechika had a short break. He wanted to take a nap during this time, but Nechika kept nagging, which was a headache.

By this time, he was no longer as unruly as he had been when he was first captured, and he gradually adapted to life as a prisoner in the castle.

Even as prisoners of war, life in the castle was actually quite good.

He doesn't need to go out hunting or fight wild beasts in the mountains every day. He only needs to complete the tasks assigned by the lord to be well-fed and clothed. The tasks assigned to him are not heavy, and can even be described as easy. Isn't that too comfortable?

The only thing that's infuriating is probably this later "roommate".

We're all prisoners of war, so why should this guy be exempt from heavy work and only have to do odd jobs every day?

Even if the lord sends him a strange green cube every three days, he only needs to hold it in his hands for the time it takes to eat a meal to finish it. Why does he always look like he's been drained of energy and is half-dead?

What he found most unbearable was that, since they were both prisoners of war, why did he always look at him and Nechka with the eyes of a savage?

For example, right now, upon hearing Nechka's words, he actually retorted, "You guys don't know anything!"

Upon hearing this, Sancherov couldn't take it anymore. He jumped out of bed, clenched his fists, and glared at Wright, yelling, "If you talk like that again, I'll beat you up!"

Wright, however, rolled his eyes and ignored Sancherov, this brute, saying, "Beat me up? Wait till I..."

Wright didn't say what he was going to do. He realized that he had just had all his magic drained that morning, and if he was stubborn now, he would be asking for trouble!

But to ask him to apologize to the other party was absolutely out of the question. Where would that leave the dignity of a nobleman? Where would that leave the dignity of a magician?

He simply closed his eyes, adopting a "dead pig doesn't fear boiling water" attitude.

Seeing his appearance, Sancherov felt a surge of anger, twisted his wrist, and grabbed the other man's neck.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing!" Nechka raised his hand to stop Sancherov. "Alright, alright, save your energy. We still have work to do this afternoon. Cody said we need to get the paper mill done as soon as possible."

Sancherov still dared not disobey Cody, who was in charge of all the affairs of the workshop, even though Cody looked quiet and gentle, he was still a little intimidated!

Don't underestimate Cody just because he's no match for him. Cody is in charge of all the workshop's affairs. If he's given an extra half-day of work, he'll be in trouble.

Since he couldn't hit anyone, he could only glare fiercely at Wright, turn around and lie back on his bed, closing his eyes and sulking.

He had intended to take the two of them to take a shower to cool off, but he was met with a cold reception. Nechka didn't say anything more, picked up the towel next to him, draped it over his shoulder, and walked out of the dormitory.

"Where are you going?"

Just as Nechka stepped out of the prisoner's quarters, a voice called out to him. He turned around and saw a member of the security guard, whose name seemed to be Black Deer.

"Greetings, Commander Black Deer," Nechika bowed and scraped, his expression obsequious. "Is there anything I can do for you? Nechika is happy to serve you!"

Black Deer's expression darkened. He glanced at the towel on the other person's shoulder and pouted. "Be careful, don't drown!"

Watching the black deer turn and leave, Nechka straightened up, feeling his mood improve.