Farming in the Magical World

Seeing Tiffany deep in thought, Tim secretly breathed a sigh of relief and felt secretly fortunate.

That's true, but if the young lady knew that Lanny had at least ten lovers in Elfen, she'd be furious. He was just overacting; if he said anything more, he'd definitely be exposed.

Thinking of this, he immediately changed the subject.

“The people who helped make the scabbard this time were quite good. Should we keep them? Judging from Lanny’s expression, we’re definitely going to produce more than just this many Dark Pattern Swords.” “Of course! Lanny told me she’ll gather them again next time.” Tiffany’s thoughts immediately drifted off course when she mentioned this thing she was most proud of. The two chatted as they walked, and time seemed to fly by; they were getting closer and closer to Elfin…

 …

Tim and his two companions entered the city of Elfen after dark, and it took them some time to get inside.

At this time, there were few pedestrians on the road, and most of the shops along the road were closed and locked. Merchants and common people had finished their day's work and returned home.

On the contrary, several taverns were brightly lit and bustling with activity.

"Madam, I'll be leaving now. I'll come back to see you before I head back." Tim walked to the carriage and said goodbye to Tiffany inside through the carriage.

They were already at the gates of Elfen Castle, but Tim would not follow Tiffany into the castle; instead, he would go to complete the task Lanny had given him.

“Okay, Uncle Tim!” Tiffany simply replied and then fell silent, seemingly becoming more nervous as they approached the Eno family castle.

He wasn't surprised by the lady's impolite behavior; he simply assumed that the newlyweds were reluctant to part, and naturally, their mood wouldn't be very good after being apart for a while.

Do you remember when August and Carol first got together? Not surprising.

After parting ways with Tiffany, he turned his horse around and headed straight for the familiar White Hotel.

Tim was no stranger to Elfen. When he was young, whenever he went on a trip with August, the first stop was always the city to replenish food and equipment, and the place they stayed most often was the White Inn.

More than a decade ago, the White Hotel looked just like this: a low entrance, a somewhat dilapidated exterior, and a cloth sign that fluttered in the wind.

More than a decade has passed, and the White Hotel remains unchanged. Only the person standing at the door has changed from three to just Tim.

I feel a sense of nostalgia and a touch of emotion!

Suddenly, a familiar voice interrupted Tim's thoughts, "Lord Tim, you've arrived? As usual?"

Looking down, I realized it was an old acquaintance, a waiter named Mann.

"Ah, Mann, you're still working here?" Tim dismounted, untied the pack from his back, and chatted with Mann as he did so.

The waiter named Mann was also an acquaintance of his, but for a waiter, he was clearly a bit older.

Seeing Tim dismount, the other man took the reins from him and gave a wry smile.

“Mr. Tim, what else can I do if I don’t do this job? I’m getting old, and only White takes pity on me and keeps giving me food.”

Tim nodded. He also thought the innkeeper, White, was a nice person. He used to stay here every time he came to Elfen and was quite familiar with the owner.

"How's White doing? He seems to be getting on in years, yet he's still working so hard." They chatted about old acquaintances as they strolled toward the hotel.

"That's right, you know about his son..."

After settling into his room, taking a shower, and eating something, it was already quite late. If he were in the castle, he would probably be resting by now, but he was in Elfen.

In Elfen, this is just the beginning of the tavern's nightlife.

After instructing Mann not to let anyone into his room, he put down his sword, replaced it with a standard knight's sword with dark patterns, and, after reviewing Lanny's instructions again, stepped out of the inn with some trepidation.

"Iron Sword" Tavern, the largest tavern in Elfen City.

This is the liveliest time of day, a bustling and noisy place. Occasionally, one or two drunkards get into a fight, bursting into shouts and screams. But the surrounding crowd doesn't panic. They disperse a little and gather around to discuss the matter with great interest.

Tim pushed open the door and walked into the noisy tavern without attracting much attention. There were quite a few people in the tavern dressed like him in knight's attire.

Of course, there were many more mercenaries, thieves, thugs, and prostitutes.

Tim walked through the crowd to the counter, waved to the bartender, and slapped out 15 copper coins. "A glass of ale, please."

The bartender didn't immediately serve the beer, but looked at him expressionlessly, though it was clear at a glance that a few words were written on it: "Not enough money."

Uh, it's been so long since he's been to the tavern that he doesn't even know the prices anymore. Just as he reached into his pocket to pull out a few more copper coins, a hearty laugh came from the side. "Haha, brother, how long has it been since you've been to the tavern? Ale now costs 20 copper coins."

A burly man with a full beard laughed heartily, took five copper coins from his pocket, and tossed them to the bartender. "Here, pour this for this old man."

The bartender caught the copper coin in mid-air with one hand and quickly brought out a glass of wine from below the stage with the other. The whole action was smooth and fluid, clearly not the first time he had encountered such a situation.

Tim glanced at the big man, picked up the wine glass on the counter, gestured to the big man, and then lowered his head to take a small sip.

Ah! It's been so long since I've had a beer from a pub, I actually miss it!

The burly man seized the opportunity to come closer, interrupting Tim's exclamation, "Brother, you look unfamiliar. Did you just come from the south?"

Tim shook his head, looked down at his clothes, and found the big man's logic strange. "Do I look like someone from the South?"

"Haha, not really. Ale in the south only costs 15 copper coins." The burly man wasn't embarrassed at all, displaying a natural air of familiarity. "I just didn't recognize you, brother!"

Tim, who used to frequent taverns, looked the big man up and down again and immediately realized what was going on.

This guy probably makes his living from information, mistakenly believing he's from the central part of the kingdom, and trying to get close to them to learn some new information.

Thinking of the method Lanny had told him, he hesitated whether to try to break through the big man's defenses when he heard a voice from the side, "Matthew, don't embarrass yourself. The man in front of you is the famous Northern Knight Tim Miller, not some nobody from the south that you think he is."

Patrick?

Tim narrowed his eyes and turned to look at the three people approaching. The one walking in front was an acquaintance of his, his former defeated opponent, Patrick Hall.

"Yo yo yo, look, look! Who's this?! Isn't this the famous knight from the North, Lord Tim?! Ha ha!"

Patrick, with a square face, wearing the same knight's uniform and a knight's sword hanging at his side, was looking at him with a mocking expression, his hands in his pockets.

"What, Pat, want another holy duel? I wonder if you've prepared a spare knight's sword this time?"

Tim merely glanced at Patrick as he approached before calmly turning back to sip his ale, clearly disregarding Patrick.

Patrick's face stiffened, and his expression turned somewhat unpleasant. Tim's disregard made him lose face.

But soon, as if he had thought of something, he laughed again, and said loudly with a mocking expression, "I heard that your master August died in Dragonfall Ridge? Why aren't you at home taking care of that good-for-nothing son? What are you doing in Elfen? Aren't you afraid he'll squander the family fortune?"

After saying that, he turned to look at the two people accompanying him, and pretended not to know, shouting, "What's that kid's name again?"

"Pat, your memory's terrible! He's known as the pride of the North, the Playboy Knight, hahaha..."

"Ha ha... ..."

The three of them burst into loud laughter, oblivious to everyone else in the tavern, drawing stares from everyone.

"Ah, Playboy Knight? That good-for-nothing Lanny?"

"I heard that he has now inherited the family business and become a baron!"

"Master, I heard that people are so poor they can't even afford to eat, and they're even behind on their knights' monthly wages!"

A murmured conversation drifted from the crowd, making the sarcastic remarks clear to many who didn't know who the Flower Knight was.

Clearly, more than one of these drinkers had heard of Lanny's disgraceful reputation.

Tim looked at the three men who were laughing maliciously, his lips twitched, and the scar on his face throbbed with anger.

Originally, Lanny had designed a scene for him, taking advantage of his poor communication skills, where he would be a down-on-his-luck knight selling swords in a tavern.

In Lanny's design, since Tim was not good at speaking, he was not asked to go through the trouble of selling his sword. Instead, he was given the identity of a down-on-his-luck knight who was not good at speaking, did not understand human relationships, and was forced to sell his sword in a tavern to make a living.

Once he arrives at the tavern, he doesn't need to say much. He just needs to pretend he has no money to pay when he drinks his second cup, slam his longsword on the counter, and ask the owner to settle the bill.

As long as he makes a big enough commotion, coupled with the high discount of 30 gold, it will be difficult for him not to attract the attention of those around him.

Of course, the bartender or tavern owner would not agree, regardless of whether the sword was worth that much.

But that doesn't matter. As long as it arouses the curiosity and attention of those around, it has already achieved Lanny's goal.

Of course, it's reasonable for a knight who's so down on his luck that he has to use his sword to pay for his drinks to say some arrogant things after drinking, right?

If the mockery is strong enough, some knights will inevitably jump out and demand a demonstration on the spot, which is only natural, right?

Hehe, next it's just a matter of showing off the sharpness and toughness of the Dark Pattern Sword. The only problem is that it will break the swords of a few knights.

Since he's willing to sell swords in the tavern, even if he can't sell them, there will always be some clever person who will follow him and try to buy them privately.

When he told Tim, he looked hesitant, but Lanny immediately saw his concerns and comforted him, saying that he hadn't been to a tavern in years and it was impossible for him to run into someone he knew there, so there was no need to worry.

He considered it for a long time, and since he really couldn't think of a better way, he reluctantly agreed to try this method.

Unexpectedly, I ran into an acquaintance as soon as I entered.

"What bad luck!"

Tim muttered to himself, pushed aside the wine glass in front of him, stood up, and drew his sword with a whoosh.