Farming in the Magical World

Second-floor study!

There was parchment on the table and a quill pen next to it.

Lanny was sitting at his desk, one hand on his forehead and his brows furrowed, clearly deep in thought.

When he first transmigrated to this world, he could only lie in bed and be at the mercy of others. He didn't even dare to speak. Unable to communicate, he could only observe this world silently through his eyes and ears.

The language here seems somewhat similar to Western languages, only the pronunciation sounds more complicated, but fortunately he has some basic knowledge, so he's not completely clueless.

As he became more familiar with his surroundings and learned more about the world, he suspected that he had traveled to the ancient West in the 12th or 13th century. The exact era was hard to determine, and his current identity was that of a minor nobleman in a remote rural area.

He developed a desire to learn from those time-traveling predecessors, thinking that he could use the knowledge in his mind and his shallow memory of history to develop industry, make money, and live a happy life as a minor nobleman.

If possible, he even wanted to go back to the East to see that ancient Eastern power and see how his ancestors lived.

To make things easier, he made a point of reading almost all the books in the castle to deepen his understanding of the world.

Just like in another world, one of the foundations of nobility here is a vast collection of books.

Although August disliked reading, there were still quite a few books in the castle, presumably collected by the previous Baron, Claudia Wells, Lanny's grandfather.

As a result, the more books he read, the more confused he became, and the more he felt that something was wrong with the world.

I've never heard of the Kingdom of Andrew before.

Not to mention Nicholas Kingdom and Bauhinia Kingdom.

The name of this Saint Tor Continent is even stranger. We've only heard of Eurasia and America. Where did Saint Tor Continent come from?

He originally thought he had simply returned to ancient times, but it seems that's not the case.

This seems to be a completely unrelated world, with similarities in history and culture, but also various strange aspects.

Not only in culture, but also in daily life, there are many strange things.

Take, for example, the simplest everyday item: a candle. It seems rather abnormal.

A single candle provides about 1 lumen of light, which is not enough for an empty room. However, if you light four or five candles, the light intensity at close range can reach more than ten lumens, which is generally sufficient for reading and writing.

But Lanny discovered that the brightness of candles in this world might be less than 0.3 lumens.

He examined it carefully, and from its appearance to its feel, it was no different from the candles he remembered. At most, there might be a few more impurities during production, but was the difference really that big?

He even reached out and felt the heat of the candle up close, and it was significantly lower than he had imagined. He thought that this might be the reason; if the heat generated by burning was insufficient, the brightness would probably not be enough either.

He's not a chemist, and he wasn't very good at chemistry in junior high school, so he wasn't sure if heat and brightness were positively correlated for combustion-type light sources, but he just felt that they were.

Furthermore, what surprised him even more was that it seemed that magicians really did exist in this world.

Although strange legends and stories about witches, magicians, and vampires were once very popular in the ancient West, everyone knows that these are just rumors and supernatural tales, and do not actually exist.

But in this world, some books describe these magicians in great detail and vividly, as if someone had actually experienced them firsthand.

The key point is that this is a very serious official historical document, not a collection of supernatural tales, legends, or rumors.

For example, the book I'm reading today, "Chronicles of the Kingdom of Andrew," is a history book compiled by the kingdom's official authorities. It describes in detail a battle that took place on the kingdom's border in the early days of the Kingdom of Andrew.

According to the book, this encounter took place in the southern border of the kingdom. The kingdom's great mage, Stuart-Andrew, and the holy priest of the Kingdom of Nikolai, Adrian-Flanders, unexpectedly met in the wild. Given the long-standing bad relations between the two countries, a fierce battle broke out as expected.

This battle was so fierce that the sky darkened and the sun and moon lost their light.

According to the book, Stuart is skilled in fire magic, and his fireball spell is almost instantaneous. What appears in Lanny's mind is the spectacular scene of a fireball machine gun being fired.

As the high priest of the Holy Church, Adrian is more skilled in purification magic and has a strong restraining effect on dark magic. Whenever Adrian raises his hands to release the Great Purification spell, his whole body will burst out with dazzling holy light. When Lanny read this passage, the image of the Torch Goddess of Columbia appeared in his mind.

However, Stuart is a fire magic user and is not very vulnerable to purification spells, so the two fought to a standstill.

The battle lasted from dawn until dusk.

In the end, it was Stewart who forced the forbidden spell "Heaven and Earth Destruction" to end the battle. The light emitted by the spell even made a small town more than ten miles away seem to go from night to day.

The original quote in the book is, "Undeterred by sacrifice, Archmage Stuart resolutely unleashed his strongest spell, burning the heavens and destroying the earth. The power was earth-shattering, and the town ten miles away was as bright as day. Dozens of houses collapsed, and hundreds of civilians were injured. The despicable enemy, Adrian, was seriously wounded and fled!"

There's definitely some exaggeration involved, since Mage Stuart was a member of the Andrew royal family, but it's likely true that the town was able to observe the battle.

After this battle, Adrian never appeared in public again. Later, after the kingdom sent spies to investigate, and combined with the rumors of the divine kingdom, it was deduced that he had been seriously injured and died.

Stuart also had a hard time. The records describe how, upon returning to the capital, Stuart suffered a backlash from forcibly using forbidden magic. His face became withered and his expression ashen. He was plagued by illness and passed away six months later.

Hiss...

After reading the entire record, Lanny fell into deep thought.

This book is a very serious official history of the Kingdom of Andrew, and its credibility is quite high.

Moreover, apart from this incident, almost all the other records are of events from the early stages of the kingdom's development, and they all seem quite normal.

But in his view, this was simply a myth.

What can make night turn into day for people several miles away?

The little boy's explosion seemed to have an impact radius of only about 20 kilometers, right?

This is practically a human-shaped nuclear bomb!

Seeing his absent-minded appearance, Candy, who was cleaning the study next door, couldn't help but ask, "Young master, what are you thinking about? I've seen you spacing out all morning."

Looking out the window at the sun-drenched territory, Lenny softly said, "Kantie, do you think... magic really exists in this world?"

His voice wasn't loud; it sounded like he was asking Candy, but also like he was talking to himself.

Candy looked at him strangely, put down the rag in her hand, walked over and touched his forehead. "Young master, are you confused? That's just folklore, there's no magic in it. Frank said it's all a lie!"

Tilting her head, the little maid blinked her big eyes. "You're teasing Candy again, aren't you?"

Lanny slapped Candy's hand away, but didn't respond; he wasn't in the mood for joking with the maid.

It wasn't until noon, when Frank brought in a tray of food, that Lanny, who had been lost in thought, was once again brought to his senses.

Frank wasn't surprised by Lenny's question; instead, he focused on arranging the food in his hands and answered casually.

"Magic, there must be some!"

"Really?" Lanny perked up, sat up straight, and looked intently at the old butler. "Is it the kind of magic that can launch fireballs and ice arrows with a simple wave of the hand?"

Frank arranged the food according to Lanny's habits, placing it in order of proximity and orientation, and then carefully adjusted the position of the soup spoon to ensure that the young master could reach them in the most convenient way, while continuing to answer questions.

"I've heard it exists, but I don't know who knows it. It's just that everyone's talking about it, so I guess it must exist!"

“When I traveled with Lord Claudia, who is your grandfather, I never heard of anyone who could do it, so naturally I couldn’t either.”

Why... ...

With a disappointed sigh, Lanny lay back in the high-backed chair, utterly dejected.

I originally thought he knew, but I didn't expect that he had only heard the legend.

Lanny, holding the soup spoon, was lost in thought again. Even Frank didn't know about the magic, so it seemed no one in the castle knew!

Since magic has vanished, let's play with industry, which we're more familiar with.

If magic really existed, when I encountered a magician, I'd say—"You have magic? Perfect, I have a Gatling gun!"

Just imagining such a scene sounds pretty exciting, doesn't it?

He also harbored a sliver of hope that once he had saved enough money, he could travel throughout the kingdom and perhaps, maybe, encounter a few wild magicians.

Lost in thought, Lenny didn't notice that Frank, standing beside him, wasn't as calm as he had seemed; his face showed a hint of hesitation and worry.

"correct"

Lenny suddenly remembered something and called out to Frank, who was about to leave. Frank was startled and his body stiffened slightly.

"This afternoon, could you help me find some charcoal, saltpeter, and sulfur? Also, could you have someone prepare some other things for me..."

After hearing the young master's request, Frank relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around, bowed, and agreed, without even bothering to ask Lanny why he wanted these strange things.