Farming in the Magical World

Since leaving the castle, Knight Tim has been inquiring about the roaming Grummans.

When he returned to the castle, it was several days later, one afternoon.

Everyone in the castle had already eaten lunch. He hadn't informed them in advance that he would be back, so naturally, no one had prepared a portion for him.

Passing through the lobby, I made a special trip to the kitchen and asked Susan to get me something to eat.

After returning to his room on the first floor, he put down his belongings, fetched a few buckets of water from the castle's water tank, took a nice cold shower, and finally felt much more relaxed.

Phew... It's still so comfortable at home!

After teaching Lanny all the magical knowledge he knew a few days ago, he fled the castle in a somewhat disheveled state.

I had no choice but to leave!

I didn't realize before that this kid learns things so fast. He completely drained my meager magical knowledge in no time.

Lanny followed up with a series of questions, but how could Lanny answer them when he didn't even know the answers himself?

Why is it necessary to maintain a state of near-emptiness to sense magical elements? Can't we sense them in a normal state? What is the underlying principle?

He had no idea. That's what the teacher told him, and he could only tell Lanny the same thing. He didn't understand the underlying principles at all.

How do you empty your mind? What state is considered "empty yet not empty"? What is the core difference between "empty yet not empty" and a blank mind?

How could he know? He wasn't even sure if his initial understanding of "seemingly empty yet not empty" was correct, so how could he tell the other party what the core differences were?

What are the shapes of magical elements, what properties do they have, and how can they be controlled?

He doesn't know how, how could he possibly explain it? If he could sense these things, wouldn't he have become a magic apprentice instead of being disliked by his magic mentor?

The question asked is one that the speaker doesn't know the answer to, and they can't just make things up, yet they still want to maintain a good image.

He was in a very awkward and troubled situation, caught between a rock and a hard place.

Are you still not leaving? Are you waiting to lose face?

Of course, he did not think he was running away; his main concerns were about the safety of the surrounding area and his responsibility for the safety of the castle.

Yes, that's it! It must be.

He thought to himself as he walked out of the castle carrying the standard knight's sword he had taken from Lanny's bedroom.

He first went to the Black Pine Ridge area to inquire about the whereabouts and latest movements of the group of Grummans.

After that, he went to several places, including Luoye Town and Yinsongling, to track and observe the group of people and the villages they attacked.

After several days of investigation, he discovered that the situation was more serious than he had anticipated.

Almost all the surrounding areas had been attacked and looted by this group, and burning villages and scattered corpses could be seen from time to time along the way.

Based on the group's route, it is highly likely that they will turn around in Andes Town, take a large detour, cross the Castel Ridge, pass through the Black Pine Ridge, and finally return to the Groman Mountains.

Based on past experience, it should be early summer by now, and they should have returned to the mountains long ago. After all, the Grummans do not rely solely on hunting for a living; they also engage in some planting and labor. If they do not return soon, they will miss the planting season for some crops.

But this time the Grummans are a bit different. Perhaps it's because Count Enno recruited a large number of lower-ranking nobles to chase and intercept them along the way, causing them to still be roaming back and forth around the surrounding ridges.

"Mr. Tim, your lunch has arrived!" Susan knocked on the door and came in, carrying a plate of food.

It's clear that Susan looks a little different today than usual; she has some powder on her face and her lips are painted red, indicating that she has put a lot of effort into her appearance.

"Ms. Susan, thank you so much! I'm starving!"

Tim didn't notice any of this. He simply stood up and reached out to take the food from the other person's hand. He was starving, and all he could see was that plate of greasy chunks of meat.

"Haha, I knew you must be starving! Hehe, you haven't had lunch yet, have you?" Susan giggled, covering her mouth as she handed over the plate she was holding!

After delivering the food, Susan didn't leave. Instead, she leaned against the door and said, "Sir, how does it taste? I added quite a bit of oil. As a knight, you need sufficient nutrition, so your diet can't be neglected!"

"You need someone to take care of your life, Mr. Tim, don't you think?"

Looking at Susan, who was leaning against the doorframe with teary eyes, Tim smiled and nodded, then changed the subject, "Yes, thank you so much, Susan. If you don't mind, I'd like to start our meal!"

He was well aware of Susan's feelings, but he simply couldn't respond.

It wasn't that he looked down on the chubby Susan, but rather that he had never intended to marry her. This was true when he was wandering with August, and it remained true even after August had children. Even now, he hadn't changed his mind.

"I heard you traveled to many places this time. You must be tired. Would you like some bathwater prepared for you tonight, sir?"

Susan seemed oblivious to Tim's refusal and remained standing at the door, her watery eyes blinking incessantly.

Tim, somewhat exasperated by Susan's feigned ignorance, shrugged and ignored her. He didn't mind chatting while eating. "No need for the bathwater, I just took a bath. But Susan, can you tell me what the young master has been busy with lately?"

"Mmm, this tastes really good!" Tim remarked as he ate.

Although Susan is a bit overweight, her cooking skills are quite good. If Susan weren't so focused on getting married, she would be an excellent choice for a lover.

pity... ...

"Lord Lanny?"

Susan chuckled, "What else could I be doing? Hanging out with the blacksmith and carpenter all day, tinkering with something in the backyard!"

"One minute he's talking about inventing some kind of ink line, the next he's talking about upgrading the blacksmith's workbench. He just keeps spouting strange, incomprehensible nonsense. Does the master intend to become a blacksmith in the future?"

"Just the other day, they were even playing with mud with the blacksmith, getting themselves covered in mud like monkeys, which really infuriated the old steward..."

"It would be even better if he weren't so talkative!" Tim thought to himself as he ate.

Susan chattered on and on about castle gossip at the door for ages, only to find Tim just burying his head in his food, not even glancing at her. Disappointed, she shut up.

I was thinking to myself, "I was so angry that you came back and were busy running around, and even changed your clothes and dressed up, but you didn't even look at me! It's infuriating!"

With a quick glance around, Susan whispered mysteriously, "I heard that he and Iron Hammer and the other two are repairing your longsword in the backyard today..."

Hmph, I refuse to believe you're not even interested in this news!

Sure enough, Tim looked up immediately upon hearing this. "Oh, really? Is it fixed?"

Although Lanny brought him a knight's sword from the bedroom, it was a standard knight's sword, narrower than his own, and he was very unaccustomed to it. If possible, he would certainly like to have his own sword repaired.

Susan was secretly pleased, but her words were sharp. She pouted and said irritably, "Who knows? I think their little stove is fine for cooking, but forging longswords would be a long shot! See, you're back, and they've been so busy cooking for you they haven't even checked on you... Hey, Tim, where are you going, Tim? You jerk!"

Seeing Tim dash out without even finishing his meal, she stomped her foot playfully, causing the floor to vibrate and dust to fall.

bang... ...bang... ...bang... ...

As Tim approached the backyard, he heard the sound of weapons clashing. Judging from his years of experience as a knight, it must have been two longswords attacking each other.

With a slight twitch of his ears, he carefully discerned that one of the swords was a standard knight's sword, its sound crisp and thin, clearly the kind of sound a standard longsword with a relatively narrow blade would produce.

Hearing the sound of another longsword made him frown slightly.

The deep, whistling sound of the longsword cutting through the air indicated that the blade was quite wide, much like his custom-made longsword.

However, the sound of the collision was unusually crisp, and after the collision, a faint buzzing and trembling sound came from it, which sounded like a sword but was not a sword. He really couldn't tell what kind of longsword it was that made it sound like that.

"Could it be that enemies have come to the castle?" With a start, he drew his longsword and strode into the backyard.

In the backyard, Hammer held a large, gleaming longsword, while Jimmy held a standard knight's sword. The two stood facing each other, waving their swords haphazardly. Occasionally, the two swords clashed, producing a crisp clanging sound.

Not far away, Lanny watched the game with his arms crossed, occasionally cheering them on.

When Tim rushed into the backyard with his longsword, this was the scene he saw.

"Uncle Tim, you're back?" Lanny turned around and saw Tim rushing in. He quickly greeted him, then noticed the longsword in Tim's hand and asked, puzzled, "What's this?"

Tim glanced at the scene, realizing he had misunderstood, and smiled awkwardly, "It's nothing." Then he looked at the two people in the courtyard who were brandishing longswords, "What are they doing?"

"Oh, you've come at the right time. We've fixed your longsword. You can take a look." Lanny clapped his hands excitedly, stopping the two men who were wildly swinging their swords. He then beckoned to Iron Hammer, "Iron Hammer, bring the stuff over here!"

After completing the repair of the longsword in the past two days, the test results excited him greatly. He found that after a long period of forging, the hardness and toughness of the longsword had been greatly improved, and some wonderful patterns had even appeared on the blade.

Hammer noticed Tim at this moment, walked over, bowed slightly, and handed him the longsword.

Tim nodded casually; Iron Hammer was just a blacksmith, and he didn't deserve a return gift.

When he looked at the longsword in the other person's hand, his eyes lit up and he was immediately captivated by it.

Judging from the style of the hilt and the size of the blade, it is the same style as the longsword that has been with him for many years.

Strangely, the blade of this longsword was covered with dense lines and patterns, resembling both cracks and mysterious designs.

Wasn't it broken? They actually fixed it? Did they hire a master blacksmith?

Tim was somewhat surprised!