Farming in the Magical World

"So early, shall we go meditate?"

In the early morning, a lazy female voice rang out from the castle master's bedroom, followed by the rustling sounds of dressing and washing.

Lanny got out of bed early, ignoring Tiffany's questions, and after getting dressed, pushed open the door and went out.

In the past two days, Lanny could clearly feel that Tiffany's attitude towards him had changed slightly. She would appear in the lobby with him every day at breakfast time, and they would occasionally chat for a few words during the meal.

However, he has been quite busy these past few days and has really not had the mood or time to increase Tiffany's favorability.

Ever since he talked to Tim about magic, he has become very interested in it.

In his view, magic is somewhat similar to a weakened version of immortal cultivation.

He didn't understand the logic and experience of sensing magic from relics. But through Tim's description of magic, he clearly felt that the process by which these mages cast spells was more like a variant of immortal cultivation formations.

As for things like shaping powder and forging magic powder, aren't they similar to alchemy?

However, it seems the power isn't as great as imagined, and even a great mage can't break through a hundred-year lifespan. In the legendary world of immortal cultivation, reaching the Foundation Establishment stage already means exceeding a hundred years of lifespan. If we calculate it this way, the great mage hasn't even reached the Foundation Establishment stage yet, which is why he's called a weakened version of immortal cultivation.

Of course, judging this magic as a weakened version of immortal cultivation based solely on its lifespan-extending effect would be simplistic and crude. It's also possible that the two systems have gradually diverged as they developed, but that doesn't change his opinion.

What surprised him most was that the burly Tim was actually a nobleman's son. However, since he was not the eldest, he had left his hometown with August and traveled across the continent.

He studied magic when he was young, but later he couldn't feel any magical elements and was disliked by his mentor, so he turned to martial arts in anger. Would you call him a magic outcast?

It's quite interesting to think about our own territory. Jimmy is a carpenter's outcast, Tim is a magic outcast, and as for Iron Hammer, I've never heard him mention it, but he doesn't seem like a professional blacksmith, so he's probably not a proper blacksmith either.

Is this a meeting of outcasts, or has it turned into a den of outcasts?

For the past few days, he had been begging Tim to teach him magic. Tim couldn't refuse, so he had no choice but to cram all the knowledge his mentor had taught him into Lanny's head. When Lanny went to ask him for details, he found that he had already fled the castle, saying he was going to Blackpine Ridge to inquire about the current situation of the Grumans. Lanny was both amused and exasperated.

Helpless, he could only fumble around and practice, following Professor Tim's knowledge while combining it with the legends of cultivators in his memory.

Today is the fourth day since Lanny started meditating, and so far... there has been no progress.

He pushed open the door and entered the study. In the center of the room, a felt blanket had already been laid out, where he usually conducted his magical meditations.

This carpet wasn't an expensive one; even the most expensive ones were beyond their family's means. It was simply woven from coarse animal hair, and anyone sitting on it could feel a slight pricking sensation through their clothing.

He walked to the felt blanket, sat cross-legged, adjusted his breathing, slowly closed his eyes, cleared his mind, and prepared to try to sense the so-called magical elements again.

According to Tim, magical meditation is about emptying your mind to reach a state that is neither empty nor empty, and then using your heart to feel the magical elements in the air, guiding them and experiencing them.

Once you reach this stage, you've entered the realm of magic apprenticeship. The next step is to continuously accumulate magical elements within your body.

The legendary cultivators also engage in the same cultivation, except that their ideal state of practice is to forget themselves and the external world.

Of course, cultivators will use some basic techniques to perform this step.

However, at this time, Lanny didn't have any martial arts techniques, so he could only practice randomly.

Clearing my mind of all distracting thoughts, I tried again to empty my thoughts, regulating my breathing rhythmically, and imagining myself immersed in magical elements...

Exhale... ...inhale... ...exhale... ...inhale... ...

Hmm, I think there's some noise coming from the kitchen. Is Susan starting to prepare breakfast?

No, no, relax, relax.

Oh, those footsteps, is that Candy? Where is she going?

Ugh, why am I overthinking again? Clear my mind, clear my mind...

After a long time, he didn't sense any magical elements; instead, he felt drowsy.

Did I get up too early and not sleep well?

He opened his eyes, sighed, and stood up from the blanket.

It has to be said that it is really difficult to enter the so-called state of being neither empty nor empty, and to forget oneself and the world. Today's meditation ended again in the constant tug-of-war between daydreaming and random thoughts, and there was still no progress.

He didn't know if Tim had missed some important information when relaying it, or if he really wasn't born with a magical affinity, but he hadn't sensed any magic at all in the past four days.

But life goes on. Even if you've experienced magic, the castle still has to pay back the money it owes.

He glanced out the window and figured Hammer and Jimmy must have arrived in the backyard by now. He opened a drawer and took out the packet of sculpting powder Tim had given him. He planned to try it out today.

After having breakfast with Tiffany in the lobby, Lenny opened the back door and went to the backyard.

Sure enough, Hammer and Jimmy had arrived.

Hammer is now also working for Lanny, and he gets paid the same as Jimmy, 20 copper coins a day.

Iron Hammer didn't say anything about earning the same income as the carpenter's apprentice. He happily started building a blacksmith's table in the backyard, and even his own blacksmith's table was abandoned. He moved all his work to the castle to complete it.

Because there's only one anvil!

"Master, Master, come and see! I've made the tools you requested."

As soon as he entered the backyard, Hammer shouted excitedly, holding up a dark object about two inches long and three fingers wide.

Unlike the excited Hammer, Lanny felt only deep helplessness.

I thought to myself, it's just a simple carpenter's chisel, and you spent three or four days fiddling with it before you finally got it working. I don't know what's so exciting about that.

This chisel head is wider than a standard chisel head, and the cut should be about one finger's width wider.

In Lanny's design, this tool can be used for a variety of purposes, such as drilling, planing, and sanding. It could be roughly called a push chisel.

There was no other way; iron was too expensive. This was the only tool available. Lenny had the butler bring over an extra short-handled machete from the castle, which allowed the hammer to break it out.

"Yes, very good, you've worked hard!" Lanny nodded to the hammer, then looked at the chisel that had been handed to him.

The chisel had likely been sharpened, as the cut was snow-white and shiny. The other end, used for striking, was also covered with bark from an unknown tree to reduce wear.

However, the middle part is somewhat unbearable to look at.

All I can say is that this chisel was hammered with an immense amount of force, leaving it in this state, covered in marks from being struck. It's not exactly easy to hold unless you're cutting yourself.

However, this was only because he had seen tools produced under industrialization that he looked down on this thing. Jimmy, on the other hand, was already impatient. If he wasn't worried about being pressed to the ground by the butler again, he probably would have already reached out his hand.

"Here you go. Do you know how to use it? If so, first make the line drawing tool I asked you to make earlier."

Jimmy carefully took the tools, staring intently at the chisel in his hand, nodding repeatedly.

He stroked the gray-black tool, then scraped the gleaming cut with his finger to check its sharpness before nodding in satisfaction.

After watching for a while, he seemed to have satisfied his curiosity and put down the chisel. He then took out a wooden tool prototype that he had prepared beforehand and began to carefully carve it.

It must be said that, despite being a carpenter's apprentice who had been abandoned, Jimmy actually possesses remarkable knife skills.

In the past few days, he had already cut out the large wooden planks needed for the bellows designed by Lanny. In fact, he had chopped them out with an axe. Apart from the surface being covered with cleavage marks, they looked relatively flat, which almost made Lanny's jaw drop.

It has to be said that his basic skills have really reached a certain level, no wonder he was so confident that he could use the tools in his hand to meet Lanny's needs.

He said that he spent half a year chopping wood with his master in the carpentry workshop before he developed his current skill level.

Of course, he was also incredibly hardworking, arriving at the castle before dawn every day and working until midnight. This made Lanny feel bad, so he specifically instructed Aunt Susan in the kitchen to prepare his portion every time, so that he not only received a salary but also three meals a day.

His method was somewhat wasteful of materials; several thick logs were split into planks little by little, and the rest were used as fuel in the kitchen.

Fortunately, the area is close to the mountains, and wood is really not worth much, so Lanny didn't mind his waste.

After instructing Jimmy to first retrieve the ink line he had been given, and reiterating that he was not allowed to secretly process the hard-won boards, he left Jimmy alone and took out the molding powder he carried with him, ready to try it out.

Tim said this stuff was quite expensive; such a small package cost a gold coin, which dashed his hopes of buying more to repair his longsword.

It seems that the only option is to stick to the original plan: increase the oxygen supply and temperature of the furnace and continue the process by forging. He simply doesn't have the money to buy a new one.

Lanny first observed the wind direction, found a sheltered spot, and then carefully and evenly applied the shaping powder to the broken edge of the longsword, quietly waiting for the powder to take effect.

Initially, the powder did not react on the surface of the sword. It was not until about twenty minutes later that a slow change occurred. The powder applied to the sword seemed to melt and was gradually absorbed by the sword.

Under his watchful eye, the powder gradually melted and was absorbed by the longsword without leaving any trace, which greatly surprised him.

Lanny stretched out two fingers and gently pinched the blade, discovering that the originally hard blade had actually become soft and could be easily deformed by pinching, feeling somewhat like Play-Doh.

The parts that were not coated with powder remained extremely hard and could not be pinched at all, making them almost indistinguishable from ordinary longswords.

Pinch, pinch, I'm pinching!

Just as Lenny was having a great time playing with modeling clay, Jimmy came over excitedly.

"Master, master, the food is ready!"