Farming in the Magical World

The capital of the Kingdom of Andrew is a bustling and noisy city. Even now, at night, the streets are still bustling with people and noise.

Huge torches had already been erected high in the shops and taverns, illuminating the surroundings brightly, and alluring Mesoamerican women were constantly throwing flirtatious glances at passersby.

In an inconspicuous street, there was a dilapidated tavern with worn-out chairs and few customers.

Wright sat bored in his seat, glancing at the occasional woman who appeared, while waiting for a potential buyer.

This is a tavern, but of course, it's not an ordinary tavern.

This is a mercenary liaison station.

Wright is a mercenary, but not an ordinary mercenary.

He is a rare mercenary mage!

The world of magicians is inherently expensive to learn, and few who can learn magic come from wealthy families.

While it's not impossible for some to fall so low as to have to become mercenaries to support themselves, they are certainly not many.

So his story is naturally behind his becoming a mercenary.

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Wright-Nilsen was originally a minor nobleman in the Kingdom of Nikolai.

When he was young, his family paid a magician to teach him magic, hoping that the family could produce a magician, which would also further consolidate the family's status.

After all, magicians held a prestigious position in the Kingdom of Nikolai, and they even had the opportunity to become missionaries in the Holy Church.

Unexpectedly, he actually had some talent and quickly sensed magic, successfully becoming a magic apprentice.

His teacher discovered his talent and taught him even more diligently, successfully guiding him to step into the realm of magic a year later, where he unleashed his first fireball.

However, it's unclear whether it was because the family couldn't afford it, or because the steward in charge embezzled some of the money, but the mage they found turned out to be a dark mage who only knew some dark magic besides basic spells like fireball.

In the Kingdom of Nicholas, this dark mage is a pariah, a figure universally despised and hated. Along with the vampires, he is considered one of the "two great heretics" by the Holy Church!

If they find out, they will definitely be eliminated.

At first, he didn't notice anything amiss, but he found the teacher really strange. The teacher kept saying that he had good talent, but after he learned the Fireball spell, the teacher never taught him any more advanced magic.

They even went so far as to claim that they were accumulating enough magic power so that they could break through to the level of a great mage in one fell swoop.

At that time, the magic power within him was only enough for him to launch a single fireball spell; by magician standards, that would only qualify him as a level one magician.

If someone with some knowledge of magic were here, they would definitely spit in his face. How dare a first-level mage aspire to break through to the level of a grand mage?

However, Wright, being naive, naturally believed it to be true and practiced meditation daily with great confidence, hoping to one day become the family's first great mage.

He's already the family's first magician, so isn't it only natural that he becomes the family's first grand magician as well?

But there is no such thing as absolute secrecy in this world, especially when it comes to teachers and students who are in frequent contact.

As Wright's knowledge of magic grew, coupled with the year-after-year propaganda of the cultists, he finally discovered the secret that his teacher was a dark magician.

When he discovered the truth, he was devastated, terrified, and desperate, and immediately wanted to go to the church to report his teacher.

However, the teacher was clearly prepared for this situation and did not stop him. He simply said coldly, "I have been teaching you magic, and all the nobles around here know this for more than a year. Now you are telling the Holy Church that I am a dark mage and that you are not. Do you think they will believe you?"

Upon hearing these cold words, Wright, who was about to go out and report them, froze in place.

As a citizen of the Kingdom of Nicholas, which had been renamed, he knew, of course, that since the name change, the Holy Church had almost monopolized every aspect of the kingdom and was cracking down on the so-called two major pests with even greater zeal.

Once they find out that he harbors a dark magician in his family, he, along with his proud Nelson family, will be wiped out, and the cultists will not listen to his explanations.

He himself had participated in such activities more than once, and he was very clear about the thoughts of the believers.

Moreover, even if the archbishop of this area were willing to listen to his explanation, who would believe that he had been studying with a dark mage for more than a year without learning any dark magic?

As for concealing one's educational background, that's even more impossible.

Back when he became a magician, the family patriarch, who was also his father, invited more than one noble of the same rank to his castle to celebrate.

On one hand, it was a celebration; on the other hand, it was also a display of power. Nobility was constantly embroiled in conflict, even in the Kingdom of Nicholas. After all, the Holy Church didn't interfere with the infighting among the nobility, as long as it didn't affect their missionary work.

Now, he, who was once the pride and glory of the family, has become a noose around the family's neck.

After much deliberation, he finally found a reason to travel the continent, and followed his teacher (who was forcibly dragged along), crossing the kingdom's borders and fleeing all the way to the Kingdom of Andrew.

Only in this way can he avoid affecting his own family and prevent his family from being uprooted by the Holy Church because of him.

Another reason for making this decision was that he had heard that the Kingdom of Andrew did not discriminate against dark mages and vampires, and after arriving here, he found that this was indeed the case.

As they fled, the gold coins they carried with them were all spent, and the cost of living in Andrew's capital was not low.

As for how to make money, that unreliable teacher is completely out of the question. If he were reliable, he wouldn't have gone to their family to freeload.

Just when he was at his wit's end, he inadvertently came into contact with a type of person he had never encountered before: mercenaries.

He thought being a mercenary might not be so bad; it was quick and easy money. He couldn't possibly end up like his incompetent teacher, misleading the children of noble families.

Over the years, relying on his identity as a dark mage and the only dark magic spell his teacher knew, Phantom, he actually made a name for himself in the mercenary world of the capital.

Everyone knows he's a dark magician named Wright, nicknamed "The Night Phantom," but nobody knows his last name or where he's from.

The reason he is here today, instead of at the famous Mesoamerica Tavern in the capital, is because his contact sent word yesterday that a buyer would be coming today, and that he was specifically asked to take over a deal.

It is said that this deal is simple and easy, but the cost is not low, reaching one hundred gold coins, which naturally interests him.

If there are any drawbacks, it's that the location seems to be quite far away, not even near the capital, but in the northern border of the kingdom. The exact address will only be known when we meet the buyer.

Just as he was recalling the information given by his contact Iron Leg and wondering if there was anything strange about this simple task, a guy dressed in all black with a hood suddenly appeared opposite him and sat down.

"Ok?"

Wright snorted through his nose but did not speak.

He was none other than the infamous "Ghost of the Night" Wright. If the other party knew him, they would be sensible enough to introduce themselves; otherwise, they were not the person he was waiting for.

“Mr. Wright? Iron Legs introduced me to this place.”

The other person was indeed the one he was waiting for. Wright looked him over and found that the guy opposite him was completely covered up from head to toe, only revealing a slightly mature-looking face and a pair of shrewd eyes.

"Ok!"

Although they both have the same nasal sound, they mean different things. The other person quickly understood what he meant and took the initiative to explain the task.

"You can call me Rand. Who I am is not important. My target this time is a minor nobleman in the northern border of the kingdom. He has no money, no power, and no army. For the infamous Night Ghost, this should be a very, very, very simple task!"

According to him, the target this time was a baron in the northern countryside who had only one knight in his household and no servants.

The territory is small, with fewer than two thousand inhabitants and a small family. Currently, only a baron named "Wells-Lanney" and his wife remain.

His target was a special forging technique possessed by the Baron. If possible, he also wanted some forging magic powder produced using this technique; he wanted both.

Meanwhile, according to Rand, this Baron named Lanny also obtained it from others through some special means. Therefore, after "borrowing" this technology, it is not convenient for it to be made public. As for how to solve this problem later, it is none of Wright's business.

After some deliberation, Wright realized that the mission seemed quite simple. It was just that it was far away in the North, and he was reluctant to leave the prosperity of the capital. He didn't think the North could be more interesting than the capital.

However, out of respect for Iron Leg, he decided to take the job, treating it as a trip to the North to experience its culture and customs. The capital, though prosperous, had become somewhat tiresome after several years.

"Half deposit required, no refund if it fails!"

He uttered his only complete sentence of the day, then fell silent, simply lowering his head to sip the ale in his hand.

Rand on the other side wasn't surprised, after all, it was the rule to ask the famous Wright for help.

As he pulled a small package containing gold coins from his pocket, Rand spoke again.

"To help me get the item as soon as possible and avoid any unforeseen circumstances, I will have my friend accompany you. Of course, you don't need to worry about him interfering with your plans; until we get the item, all his actions will be under your command!"

He wasn't surprised by this extra "friend," who seemed more like a monitor. In this line of work, people don't trust each other much, so sending someone to supervise him is understandable. As long as it doesn't interfere with his actions, he doesn't care.

Seeing Wright nod in a haughty manner in agreement, Rand dropped the gold coins in his hand, stood up, greeted them, and walked out of the dilapidated tavern, blending into the bustling crowd on the streets of the capital.

Wright, abandoning his previous aloof demeanor, returned to his residence, greeted the old man, and set off towards the northern border of the kingdom to complete the "simple task" he had just received that day.