Farming in the Magical World

"Then where did your Dark Pattern Sword come from? It's clearly newly forged; it couldn't possibly be something Tim said he got before!"

Upon hearing Randall's words, Lanny finally understood how the other party had guessed that he possessed forging skills.

Fortunately, judging from the scabbard and forging marks, as long as it wasn't someone from the castle who leaked the secret, it was fine. What he was most worried about was actually the issue of leaks.

"Cough cough..."

Lanny coughed, his face hardening, and began to reprimand, "Mr. Randall, I must remind you, before you stands a formally appointed nobleman of the kingdom. What kind of behavior is disrespect towards a nobleman, huh?"

Uh, Randall choked again before realizing that he had been too excited and had forgotten his previous lesson. He felt so frustrated that he almost vomited blood.

Suppressing his discomfort, he quickly stood up, patted his chest, and apologized, "I'm so sorry, I was in a hurry and offended you. Please forgive me!"

His movement of standing up was so dramatic that even Gino, who had been focused on Tiffany, was drawn to look over.

Seeing her butler apologizing again, she felt displeased and embarrassed. She glanced at Tiffany, put on a stern face, and scolded, "Lanni, are you addicted to bullying people, huh?"

Randall was startled by what he heard, fearing that Gino would be angry, and quickly explained, "Young master, it was my fault. I accidentally bumped into the Baron. It has nothing to do with the Baron." In his heart, he still had some hope that this country bumpkin was just greedy for money.

Gino choked for a moment upon hearing this, but after this interruption, he remembered why he had come to the castle and began to give orders to Lanny in a very casual manner.

"I've heard you can forge patterned swords. I'm quite impressed with this weapon. You have the forging technology, right? Hand it over. This isn't something a minor noble like you can master!"

"Heh, Mr. Gino, to be precise, we don't possess the manufacturing technology. As far as I know, no one in the kingdom possesses this technology either." To be ordered around so contemptuously by such a young man is simply an insult.

Although Lanny was furious, he still tried his best to suppress himself and maintain basic aristocratic etiquette.

Unexpectedly, Gino didn't care about Lanny's anger and just snorted.

"Hmph, where did you get your Dark Pattern Sword? Did it fall from the sky? I've already told you, this isn't something you should be able to control. Don't be ungrateful!"

Looking at the other party's contemptuous tone and self-righteous attitude, as if he had to give it to them for free as long as he knew about it, coupled with their behavior of constantly circling around Tiffany since entering the castle, he suddenly felt an endless sense of humiliation.

His blood rushed to his head, his face felt incredibly hot, and even the corners of his eyes were burning. Lanny felt like he was about to lose control of his raging anger.

But after considering the other party's identity, all that remained was a helpless sigh.

As the saying goes, all roads lead to Rome, but some people can't escape the fact that they spend their entire lives drinking and singing in the very heart of Rome.

Damn it, when I was a loser I was bullied, and now that I'm an aristocrat I'm still bullied. What's the point of being an aristocrat?

At that moment, he made a silent vow: he must find a way to learn magic and become a great magician. Even if he couldn't learn magic, he had to work hard to strengthen himself and could no longer allow this little brat to spout nonsense in front of him just because he was the son of a duke.

Initially, when he transmigrated, he only wanted to hide his identity. Even after successfully integrating into the castle, he only wanted to make some money and be a happy little nobleman.

Even after learning that magic existed in this world, he was merely curious about it and wanted to experience it for himself.

Although he had never explicitly thought about it, he still vaguely regarded the world as a game, always maintaining a slight distance and a playful attitude towards life.

But at this moment, after his first real encounter with the nobles of this world, he realized that no matter which world it is, as the lowest rung of society, one will always be the one oppressed and bullied.

Only at this moment did he truly make up his mind, change his playful attitude towards the world, and truly face it, treating this world as the place where he would live the rest of his life.

Once I understood these things, all my anger vanished without a trace, and I felt inexplicably refreshed and clear-headed.

No one in the hall knew about Lanny's change in mindset. Only Tim, as a knight, who was naturally sensitive to auras, looked at him with some doubt.

Even Gino's attitude and words were hard for him to bear. Given Lanny's usual fiery temper, wouldn't he just flip the table? Was he already about to lose his temper?

Regarding Lanny's change in aura just now, he assumed it was simply because Lanny was suppressing his emotions, and didn't think of anything else.

Ignoring Tim's attention, Lanny composed himself, smiled at Gino, and acted as if he hadn't been the one who had just blushed.

"Hehe, not really, it's just that my father was lucky..."

After going through his mental journey, he no longer had the desire to play tricks on the other party, so he simply gave the excuse he had already prepared.

According to Lanny's explanation, his father August was lucky back then and accidentally obtained some magic powder. He also accidentally discovered that this magic powder could be used to make Dark Pattern Swords, but unfortunately, there wasn't much magic powder.

Over the years, his family has been trying to replicate these magical powders. He even went to the capital to consult with many magicians, but they all said that these were not magical creations and could not be replicated.

"There isn't much magic powder left, only enough to make about ten Dark Pattern Swords. Otherwise, we wouldn't be selling such precious Dark Pattern Swords to get through this crisis. Don't you agree, Young Master Gino?"

Lanny put on a sincere look and stared intently at Gino. "So, it's not that we don't want to trade with you, Gino, it's just that we really don't have this forging technology."

After saying this, he looked regretful, as if he was very unwilling to be able to befriend Duke Williams through this method.

Upon hearing this explanation, Gino's face immediately turned cold, and he was greatly disappointed.

Originally, according to Randall's analysis, this business would be worth tens of thousands of gold coins a year, and he was also eager to show off in front of his father, so he came with great enthusiasm.

Although he had been slightly distracted by the Baroness, he had not forgotten the purpose of his visit.

But to his surprise, the output was only a mere ten or so pieces. What was the point of that? A few hundred pounds was nothing to him, let alone his duke father.

Lanny's words were so sincere that even someone as shrewd as Randall believed them to a large extent, and he immediately felt that the matter was no longer very meaningful.

Is the Dark Pattern Sword good? Of course it is, absolutely excellent, superbly good.

But for the Williams family, it's just a matter of business; their expertise lies in business, not in developing Cavaliers.

If you really like it, just buy it. Trying to seize the manufacturing process of this thing doesn't really make much sense.

Of course, it's no wonder they believed Lanny so easily. The explanation was mostly true, half false, and utterly dubious. Lanny had spent a long time in his study racking his brains to come up with this explanation.

August traveled the entire continent, right?

After they returned, the family's finances became unsustainable, right?

In the past two years, they borrowed heavily, which wasn't wrong, was it?

Lanny visited the capital a few years ago, that's not wrong, is it?

These things are all easily known and easily found out.

Once these things are connected, each one is true, and each point can be verified by those around them.

Therefore, anyone who confirms these points can be seen as confirming Lanny's conclusion that the Dark-Patterned Swords were made of magic powder, and that their attempt to replicate them at great expense failed, for which the Wells family paid a heavy price. Now, unable to sustain themselves any longer, they can only manufacture Dark-Patterned Swords directly to sell and catch their breath; even if the remaining production is more than ten or so, it will definitely not be much.

Just think, what a reasonable explanation, what a smooth logical chain, what a delightful reasoning process!

perfect!

Lanny couldn't recall where he had seen this passage before, but he wholeheartedly agreed with it.

"To convince someone of something, you don't need a tight chain of evidence or elaborate planning. You just need to present them with seemingly plausible but ultimately flawed evidence that leads to the conclusion, let them complete the reasoning process themselves, and they will naturally fill in the illogical parts and believe the conclusion without a doubt."

Seeing the disappointed expressions on Gino and Randall's faces, he thought of those words again.

However, Randall was clearly not willing to give up so easily, and interjected, "Then, Baron, could you spare the rest of the magic powder and give it to us? Perhaps we can successfully imitate it!"

Lanny looked at him, but didn't say anything; he just shook his head firmly.

Randall wanted to press further, but then he thought that even if he got it, whether he could replicate it was another matter. Such a small amount was hardly worth it, so he remained silent.

The ensuing dinner was rather lackluster, even somewhat dull and awkward, except for Gino, who continued to chatter incessantly, showing off his genius and status to the hostess.

However, Tiffany remained indifferent, and eventually stopped paying attention altogether, which made Gino lose interest and stop talking.

The food was not only unrefined (it could be considered unpalatable), but the ingredients were not even exotic (they were so ordinary that only the grouse could be considered a local specialty). The purpose of coming here was lost, and even the lady of the castle across the street ignored me.

Gino felt that he had shown good manners by not storming off.

Early the next morning,

Gino left the castle with his entourage to continue his travels in the kingdom, without even saying goodbye to Lanny. Lanny didn't press the issue and pretended not to know anything.

Of course, although last night was very unpleasant, Randall seemed to know nothing about it. After dinner, he still found Lanny and placed an order for ten Dark Pattern Swords at a price of 30 gold. He agreed that Lanny would send someone to pick up the goods in two months and paid half of the deposit.

He originally wanted to buy all the remaining production, but Lanny firmly refused, and his reason was also reasonable: the security forces of his castle also needed weapons.

Randall didn't argue much. In his opinion, having a few more or fewer handles was insignificant, and he paid the deposit without any psychological pressure.

Instead, he should have paid the full amount according to the customary practices of transactions among nobles, but he only paid half.

Randall wasn't worried at all about Lanny going back on his word and pocketing the deposit. On the contrary, he secretly hoped that if Lanny couldn't deliver the goods, he would see if the Baroness would still treat the young master with such a cold attitude. Hahaha, he was really looking forward to it.

Watching Gino and his group leave from the window, Lanny and Tim looked at each other, unsure of what to say.