Farming in the Magical World

"Haha, interesting!"

Lanny raised his knight's sword with both hands, staring intently at the steel monster opposite him. He felt no fear, but rather excitement.

No boy would remain unmoved when holding a longsword. When he was little, he even had to use a stick to sweep the tips of the weeds by the roadside when he was walking, let alone now holding a real longsword in his hands.

Tim's armor was silver-white, and his entire body was covered with close-fitting iron plates, including a helmet that completely covered his head. There was only a thin slit for his eyes, which provided excellent protection for the person inside. But wouldn't it affect his vision to look out through such a small slit?

The armor also protected the knight's knees and elbows, consisting of several curved iron plates that ensured the knight's basic mobility to a certain extent.

It can only be said that it has basic mobility, but it is definitely not easy to move around, and it makes a rattling sound when it walks.

Therefore, knights generally traveled on horseback and were not very good at fighting on foot.

Of course, Tim wasn't riding a horse at this moment, after all, he just wanted to demonstrate to Lanny the helplessness of ordinary people when facing knights.

Looking at Tim standing in front of him, Lanny felt that he was similar to the Western armored figures he had seen before, the kind that often appeared in movies and TV shows, standing motionless in the corner of a castle!

He hadn't really felt anything when he saw it on TV or in pictures, but when he actually faced the armor in person, he realized just how much psychological pressure such a lump of iron could exert. Plus, Tim was a whole head taller than him, which made it even more terrifying.

Swallowing hard, Lanny tightened his grip on the longsword again, attempting to thrust it towards Tim's abdomen.

Bang... ...

The longsword struck the armor with a dull thud, but Tim stood motionless, a muffled, mocking sound emanating from within his helmet.

"Push harder, push harder, haven't you eaten?"

Seeing that the longsword could not harm Tim, Lanny felt relieved and increased the force, thrusting the longsword out again.

Bang bang bang... ...

As he continued to stab and chop at the chest, abdomen, hands, and head of the armor, the force increased, and the noise he made grew louder.

The commotion the two made quickly attracted a crowd of onlookers, with servants pointing and whispering among themselves.

Even Tiffany, the lady of the castle, opened the second-floor window and peeked out to watch the two's actions with great interest.

No matter how Lenny attacked, Tim stood still, letting his opponent jump around in front of him, and even slightly adjusted his posture to make it easier for Lenny to exert force.

Soon, Lanny was covered in sweat and his attack frequency gradually slowed down. Although the longsword only weighed about ten pounds, his physical condition was not good to begin with, and coupled with his recent recovery from a serious illness, he could not last long.

After attacking for so long, Lanny had to admit that facing such a monster encased in steel on the battlefield, unable to break through its defenses no matter how he attacked, would indeed be devastating.

He glanced at the servants around him out of the corner of his eye, and hearing the faint sounds of discussion and laughter, he felt somewhat embarrassed.

"After all that attacking, it turns out it was just a monkey show?"

However, he didn't come away empty-handed. After attacking for a while, he discovered that slashing had the least effect on the armor, while thrusting could leave some faint marks on it.

Since that's the case, let's give it a try and see if it works.

He slowly took two steps back, halting his futile attack, and held his sword horizontally with both hands, pointing it at Tim opposite him. He slowed his breathing and held his breath, focusing his attention...

Seeing Lanny's actions, Tim, inside the armor, also became cautious and slightly adjusted his posture.

Even if he was absolutely certain that Lanny's strength was no match for the armor, being pushed to the ground or even forced to take a few steps back would still be a disgrace for a knight.

"ha... ..."

With a roar, Lanny charged forward with all his might, using the brief distance to accelerate and press his weight against Tim's abdomen with his sword.

Unbeknownst to everyone, a strange red light flickered in his eyes as he thrust out the sword.

Bang... ...crash... ...

"ah... ..."

A gasp rippled through the crowd, and Frank rushed over anxiously, calling out, "Young Master, Young Master..."

However, with Lanny's full-force attack, the longsword, which already had several nicks, shattered into several pieces and scattered on the ground. Lanny stumbled and almost fell.

After regaining his balance, he didn't speak, but stared blankly at the remaining sword hilt in his hand.

Tim removed his helmet, looked at the longsword that had shattered into pieces on the ground, and his eyes twitched with heartache. This longsword had been with him for almost twenty years and was practically as good as his own body.

He looked up, about to reprimand her, but found Lanny staring blankly at the sword hilt, looking terrified.

"Did you really hurt this kid too much?"

Ignoring the pain of the longsword that had been with him for so many years, Tim picked up his helmet and walked toward Lanny.

"Haha, it's alright! This sword is chipped, so I'll just get a new one."

"It seems your strength has increased significantly recently!"

"Huh?" Lenny looked up at Tim in confusion!

Contrary to Tim's expectations, Lanny wasn't frightened, nor was he worried about breaking his longsword. Instead, he was wondering why the longsword had broken in the first place.

How could it break? That shouldn't be! And it's broken into several pieces, just like bent spaghetti.

Shouldn't it have bent due to excessive force? How could it have broken into several pieces?

That shouldn't be! That's too strange.

“Uncle Tim, Frank, I’m fine, it’s just… it’s just…” He opened his mouth to speak, but for a moment he didn’t know how to express himself accurately.

When he looked up, he saw Tim's worried eyes and Frank's anxious expression, and he realized that he might have been too engrossed in his thoughts and caused everyone to misunderstand.

"Hmm, not surprising at all. The previous battle left several gaps, so it naturally broke when subjected to greater force. Otherwise, you might have actually managed to hurt me."

"When did you become so strong?"

Tim summoned two men to help him remove his armor, while looking at the thin, pale-faced Lanny with a puzzled expression.

Lanny wasn't a knight, and hadn't even received a single knight training course, which is why he asked those childish questions earlier.

But he clearly felt the power of that sword strike. If the sword hadn't broken under the force, it might have actually pierced through the armor.

This is not a power that an ordinary person can possess.

Upon hearing this, Lanny twitched the corner of his mouth, realizing that the other party had misunderstood him.

What I wanted to say was that the longsword should bend rather than break. Although the two were talking about the same thing, their perspectives were completely different.

However, he didn't know how to explain the difference between the two for a while, so he simply didn't explain it.

Since Tim has already expressed his desire to switch to a longsword, let's discuss that.

"How much is your sword? I'll have the butler buy another one. The castle still needs your protection; we can't do without a sword."

Sigh, looks like I'm going to lose money again.

In any era, weapons are the most expensive items; hopefully, they won't be outrageously expensive, and you should at least have some start-up capital.

Tim, who was holding up his hand to have his armor removed, waved it off nonchalantly.

"Not too expensive, only about ten gold coins. I widened the blade, so it's about one or two gold coins more expensive than a regular knight's sword."

What? It's that expensive? Lanny was stunned when he heard the price.

That's all the cash the castle has right now. If they use it all to buy longswords for Tim, they won't even have enough to pay the servants' salaries next month.

He knew it wouldn't be cheap, but he didn't expect it to be this expensive.

Swallowing hard, Lanny, who had been full of confidence, began to stammer.

"Well, the castle's finances aren't very good right now, so how about we don't exchange it for now?"

"I think, maybe, if we reattach this sword, maybe... it can still be used!"

Tim, who had finally taken off his heavy armor, walked over, glanced disdainfully at Iron Hammer who was setting up a blacksmith's table next to him, and shook his head to indicate that he did not think highly of Lanny!

"Your little workshop doesn't even have sculpting powder, yet you expect to take on longswords?"

At that moment, he realized that Lanny probably wanted to build a blacksmith shop in the backyard. He just didn't know when the kid had developed an interest in blacksmithing.

Although blacksmithing is not a hobby of a spoiled brat, it's not good for a nobleman to blacksmith every day.

Tim felt a bit worried again!

"Shaping powder, what is that?"

Lanny didn't mind Tim's attitude, after all, it was indeed a makeshift operation, and the carpenter didn't even have any suitable tools, they were practically penniless.

However, he was curious about the shaping powder Tim mentioned. From what he said, it seemed that only with shaping powder could the longsword be repaired.

Attaching longswords is supposed to be a blacksmith's job, isn't it? How did it get involved with some kind of magic powder?

"Shaping powder is... ..."

Tim glanced at the people around him, gave Frank a look to leave, and then leaned over to Lanny and whispered, "It's a kind of magic powder that contains magical power. Just keep this to yourself and don't spread it around. This is knowledge that only nobles can possess."

As the name suggests, sculpting powder is something that can make iron soft and easily shaped. It is essentially a kind of magic powder that utilizes the power of magic.

Magic? Lanny stared at Tim in astonishment, mouth agape, momentarily speechless.

Does magic really exist?

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