Farming in the Magical World

Tim imagined that he hadn't been to the tavern in years and no one should recognize him, especially since he now had some "things" on his face.

But now that Pat has made such a scene, even if I run to another tavern, I'm afraid I'll be recognized very quickly.

This completely ruined the script Lanny had given him; he had no idea how to sell these patterned swords. Should he really act like a small-time vendor, hawking them at the market?

"Damn it, what bad luck!" The thought of having his plans disrupted like this made him quite annoyed.

He made a snap decision: he'd deal with the rest later. Since Pat had just barged in like this, he'd teach the kid a lesson and vent his anger first.

Zheng... ...

Tim pushed aside his wine glass, drew his Dark Pattern Sword with a whoosh, pointed it at Patrick, and shouted, "Come on, Patrick Hall, for the honor of the knight!"

When Tim drew his sword, the crowd scattered in alarm, a cacophony of gasps filling the air. The sound of glasses shattering, gasps from the crowd, and screams from the women blended together.

But the crowd didn't leave after they dispersed. Instead, they stepped back a little, found a place to sit down, and eagerly awaited the upcoming knightly duel.

They were clearly used to this scene, and everyone watched the show with excited expressions, raising their glasses.

"Haha... ...uh!"

Patrick and his two companions were laughing hysterically, looking very happy that they had disgusted Tim, but their laughter was suddenly cut short by Tim's sword-drawing action.

They never expected that Tim would initiate a knightly duel like this.

Is this guy insane? This isn't how it works, why did he just draw his sword?

Patrick glanced at the patrons watching the scene unfold, ready to say something, but then felt a sense of dread about Tim, leaving him in a dilemma.

Tim's terrifying nature might be unknown to his two friends, but he knew it all too well.

Years ago, he had a fight with Tim, and the result was that he changed his sword the next day.

Although confident that he had made great progress over the years, looking at Tim's cold face, especially the long scar on his face, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Just as he was hesitating about whether to accept the duel challenge, the strangeness of the longsword pressed against his face caught his attention.

The longsword in front of him was not the large one he remembered; instead, it resembled a standard knight's sword, yet it seemed different. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that the blade was covered in cracks.

His eyes lit up, and an idea struck him. He immediately shouted, "Tim, has the Wells family become so poor? They actually let you come out with a sword full of cracks? Aren't they ashamed? Haha..."

"Tim, where is your honor? To be humiliated like this by the master you follow, how can you still endure it? I truly admire your... courage!"

Patrick's exaggerated gestures when he spoke of courage drew laughter from the tavern. Then, he turned to Tim, feigning seriousness, and said, "Sir Tim, I cannot accept your challenge. I'm afraid that if your rags break, you won't be able to find me to compensate you, will you?"

"This is an insult to the sacred duel!"

Patrick shouted as he waved his hands, glancing at the knights-like figures around him.

It must be said that this tactic was very effective.

Between knights, duels are sacred, concerning the knight's honor and beliefs.

If anyone cheated in a duel, it would arouse public anger. At this moment, several knights watching were clearly incited, and anger appeared on their faces.

Tim almost laughed in anger when he heard the other party slander him like that. However, due to his poor speaking skills, he couldn't think of any rebuttal for a moment.

Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he remembered Lenny's occasional mutterings, blurting out, "Patrick, it's not your fault you're ignorant. But..."

At this point, he paused, mimicking Lenny's expression, and only after everyone had held their breath, ready to hear what he had to say, did he continue.

"It's wrong of you to come out and embarrass yourself."

When Tim finished speaking calmly, the atmosphere in the tavern seemed to pause for a few seconds, as if frozen in time. Then, suddenly, deafening laughter erupted.

"Pfft..."

"Haha... ...It's your fault, haha... ...Who is this? He's really fucking funny..."

Those around burst into laughter upon hearing this unheard-of statement, and several prostitutes even collapsed onto the table laughing.

Patrick, enraged by the laughter around him, turned pale with anger, but Tim didn't let him off the hook, continuing, "Out of a knight's honor, Pat, I must remind you, what I wield is a Dark-Patterned Sword, capable of severing a hair with a breath and cutting through iron like mud. It's nothing like the junk you have!"

He held the longsword steadily, looking at Patrick with disdain. "Don't say I bullied you later."

"Hey, you're making this sound so serious. What's the origin of this Dark Pattern Sword?"

"Yeah, yeah, we're curious too. Tell us about it..."

By this time, many people in the tavern had noticed the strangeness of the Dark Pattern Sword. Hearing him speak so seriously, there was no shortage of busybodies in the tavern, and they all started to make a fuss.

Tim glanced at the crowd around him and noticed that many people looked on with curiosity. A thought struck him, and he realized that this was a good opportunity.

Although the plan has been interrupted, promoting the Dark Pattern Sword can be considered as completing part of the plan, right?

According to Lanny, this is called building brand awareness?

His eyes darted around, and he withdrew his outstretched hand, holding the longsword upright in front of his chest. Pointing to the patterns on it, he said loudly, "The most obvious feature of this patterned sword is its mysterious design. As for its origin..."

Legend has it that this forging technique originated from the very distant Kingdom of Scotland and could forge the world's most powerful longswords, whose signature feature was the dark patterns on the blade.

This sword is incredibly sharp, capable of slicing through hair and cutting through iron like mud. Moreover, after being held for a long time, it can become connected with its master's mind and operate at will, greatly enhancing the knight's abilities.

However, its forging process is extremely arduous and complicated, resulting in very low production and little fame, with few people knowing about it.

In his youth, he traveled to the continent of Saint Tor with August and was fortunate enough to obtain a batch of dark-patterned swords.

Tim launched into a long, rambling speech, which piqued the interest of everyone in the tavern, but Patrick remained completely unconvinced.

The more incredible Tim's words sounded, the more embarrassed he felt; in his eyes, it was all an insult from Tim.

"enough!"

Patrick's face turned red, his eyes fixed on Tim, and he shouted!

Zheng!

Patrick drew his longsword and pointed it at Tim in a flash.

"No matter how eloquently you speak, a knight's worth is proven by his abilities. Let me see if this fancy stuff is truly as miraculous as you claim, or if you're just a complete fraud."

Once he entered combat mode, he took a deep breath, and his expression quickly calmed down.

He stood with his feet together, held his longsword to his forehead, and gave a knightly salute.

"Tim Miller, I accept your challenge to a duel, for the honor of the knight!"

Hey, this kid has actually become quite composed now!

Tim was also somewhat surprised by Patrick's performance.

Since the other party had already taken a stance, he was naturally not intimidated. He also gave a knightly salute and then raised the dark-patterned sword in his hand once more.

Upon seeing that the two had actually begun their duel, the surrounding noise immediately quieted down, and everyone held their breath.

Huff... ... Huff... ...

Patrick's eyes were fixed on Tim across from him, his feet moving slowly as he searched for his opponent's weakness.

Tim, on the contrary, seemed very relaxed and did not appear nervous. He held the sword steadily with one hand and remained motionless.

After a brief standoff, Patrick's body jolted, and he exerted force with his feet, channeling all his strength into his body.

brush... ...

With a flash of cold light, the snow-white longsword pierced towards Tim's left chest.

This sword strike embodies the results of Patrick's years of training and the rich experience he has gained on the battlefield. It is both fast and ruthless, striking where the opponent must defend.

The knights watching nodded slightly, seemingly acknowledging the skill level of the sword strike.

Seeing this highly skilled sword strike, Tim remained completely calm. He narrowed his eyes, slightly turned his body, and a cold light flashed before Patrick's eyes.

Ding... ...Pa... ...

As Tim swung his sword back, Patrick's longsword was reduced to half in a flash of cold light.

The lower half was severed and sent flying, falling to the ground with a clang.

Patrick stood there, frozen in terror, holding half a longsword.

Uh?

The knights who were still nodding in approval were stunned by Tim's actions, staring dumbfounded at the broken sword.

Tim, however, was still not satisfied. He had just been frustrated by Parker, and now he couldn't hold back any longer.

With a slight flick of his hand, he swung his dark-patterned sword repeatedly, and the sound of broken swords falling to the ground echoed continuously. The remaining half of the longsword in Patrick's hand was inch by inch sliced ​​into fragments by Tim.

“You, you…” Patrick swallowed hard, then abruptly lowered his arm and looked at Tim with difficulty.

Just now, as Tim swung his longsword, he seemed to feel the threat of death. He had always thought of himself as brave, but when truly faced with danger, he found that he wasn't so brave after all.

He dared not think about what he would use to resist and block such a knight's sword once he faced it.

Armor?

Don't be ridiculous. My own longsword can pierce through armor with a full-force strike. In front of this sword, armor is no harder than parchment.

Tim shook his head without saying a word when he saw Patrick's bald head. He gracefully twirled his sword, sheathed it, and left the tavern.

Sigh, this job has been handled so badly that he's not even sure if he's done it or not! Tim shook his head, somewhat dejected!

Buzz... ...

The eerily quiet tavern suddenly became completely noisy after Tim left.

This brief duel, which ended almost before it even began, completely ignited the atmosphere in the tavern.

Some people were discussing Tim's cool move, while others were discussing just how strong Tim was, leaving Patrick completely helpless.

Some prostitutes even forgot to solicit customers, chattering about how charismatic and reassuring men with scars on their faces were, their eyes misty like innocent young girls!

The knights, however, focused on something different from ordinary people: the dark-patterned sword and its impressive performance in the duel.

It's believed that before long, the name of the Dark-Patterned Sword will spread throughout the city's knights. After all, the allure of a fine sword is simply irresistible to a knight.

"Young Master, look, these are fragments of a broken sword. The cut is smooth and even, and the broken lengths are uniform..."

Fern-Carter pointed to the few fragments of the longsword in his hand, his eyes filled with envy. "Whether that Tim is powerful or not is still uncertain, but that Dark Pattern Sword is truly very powerful."

"Oh?"

Gino examined the fragments in his hand with interest, confirming once again that this was indeed not a trick, and then looked up at his entourage, "Has any of you ever heard of Scotland?"

While his retinue focused on the sword itself, he was more concerned with Scotland.

He felt that, given his status as the son of a duke, he could definitely obtain a dark-patterned sword from this place, which would greatly enhance the safety of his kingdom travel mission.

The group exchanged glances and shook their heads.

“Young Master, are you looking for Scotland because you want that dark-patterned sword?” One of the older henchmen looked at Gino and tentatively said, “Perhaps we don’t need to go looking for this so-called Scotland.”

“Oh?” Gino glanced at him; Randall’s words had piqued his interest.

“I believe that Tim may have more than one Dark-patterned sword.” Randall looked at the fragments in Fern Carter’s hand again and stated his conjecture with certainty.

Gino's eyes lit up upon hearing this. "Randall, are you sure? Is there something I haven't noticed?"

“Young Master, do you remember that Tim once said he obtained a batch of Dark Pattern Swords?” Randall slowly stated his guess, then looked at Gino and said slowly, “So, could we trade one?”

"Haha, Randall, you truly are Father's good helper." Patting Randall on the shoulder, Gino didn't forget to boast about his own brilliance. "Bringing you on this trip was definitely the wisest decision I've ever made, haha!"

Gino first praised Randall, then turned to look at the other two, his expression turning cold.

"Which of you two should go and find out where this Tim lives?"

"I hope I can meet this Knight Tim tomorrow, is that alright?"

Seeing Gino's matter-of-fact expression, the two knights, though inwardly grumbling, could only nod in agreement.

"No problem, Master!"