Farming in the Magical World

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Lanny felt as if a thunderbolt had exploded in his heart.

Upon hearing the count's words, he understood; he finally understood!

Why is it that a count who has guarded the North for many years could not do anything about fifty or sixty Grumman bandits after chasing and blocking them for more than half a year, and almost became a laughing stock in the North?

The reason why noble troops were besieging them from three sides was that there was no support or assistance from the direction of Caster Ridge.

It turned out that the count in front of him, who had previously been all smiles and seemingly concerned for his well-being, was actually his "good father-in-law," and this handsome middle-aged man, who was planning to "use someone else's knife to kill someone."

With the Wells family wiped out, there was no longer any trouble with changing nobles and territories. It was only natural and easy to recommend a new noble to inherit the territory as an upper earl.

It was only because he had successfully repelled the Grumman's attack that he was momentarily confused about the situation, which led him to come up with the idea of ​​volunteering.

So impatient? So cold-blooded? You can't even care about your own daughter in your territory?

Looking at Angus's handsome middle-aged face, Lanny felt a chill run through her body.

Seeing Lanny's face suddenly turn pale, Angus assumed he had scared the kid and stroked his beard again, feeling smug.

"Don't worry, even if you give up your noble title, you'll still be my son-in-law. I won't abandon you!"

After saying that, he pressed a button on the table, stood up, and walked towards the castle gate. "Think it over carefully, my good son-in-law. I'll wait for your news!"

He didn't even bother to see his own daughter, Tiffany, and just left on his own!

Lanny did not come out to see him off. Even after Angus's figure disappeared into the hall, he remained sitting in his chair, silent and lost in thought.

"Lanny, Lanny, boy, the Earl is leaving, aren't you going to see him off?"

Tim was getting anxious when he saw Lanny sitting there in a daze. This was quite impolite, and it would be difficult to say what would happen if the Earl took offense.

"Could you take it for me?" Lanny waved his hand weakly, but still didn't get up from the chair.

Tim glanced at Lanny, completely baffled by the cryptic exchange between the two. Seeing that the Earl was about to leave the castle, he quickly ran over to see him off on Lanny's behalf.

It wasn't until Tim saw him off and returned to the hall that he found Lenny still sitting there in a daze. Feeling a little worried, Tim walked over and sat down next to him, looking at Lenny.

"Hey kid, what's going on? What kind of riddles are you two talking about? I don't understand!"

Lenny's eyes darted around as he looked at Tim, and he said with difficulty, "Do you think anyone would disregard the safety of their own children for profit?"

"Haha, isn't that how you nobles always are?" Tim laughed and joked.

"Uncle Tim, I'm serious!"

Uh!

Hearing that Lanny was serious, Tim put away his joking thoughts, thought for a moment, and then slowly said, "Logically speaking, no. Although nobles may do many dirty things for profit, they are still their own blood relatives. No one should harm their own children. At least I have never heard of it."

Lanny replied coldly, "If I said that Earl Enno is that kind of person, would you believe me?"

Why... ...

Tim sighed, and after thinking for a long time, he slowly said, "It seems so!"

"yes... ..."

Lanny sighed and didn't say much, but instead brought up the arrangements for the guards.

He plans to expand the size of the guard as soon as possible, and prepare to recruit another 70 people to form ten squads. At that time, he will select a few outstanding performers to become captains of the new squads!

In addition, the procurement of bows and arrows and the forging of arrowheads must be put on the agenda, in order to make this hundred-man team combat-ready in the shortest possible time.

Since the kingdom only limits the number of knights a noble can have—a baron can nominally recruit only five knights, and even with frequent wars in the north, he's only allowed a maximum of ten—while there's never been a limit on the number of knights in the vassal corps, he doesn't recruit knights. Instead, he expands his security force as much as possible, under the guise of a knightly vassal corps.

What's rather funny is that there's only one knight in the castle right now, Tim, but the number of servants nominally under his command will reach around one hundred.

"Why the rush? Weren't the Grummans driven away?"

He could sense Lanny's urgency, but he couldn't understand why. The threat that had been hanging over his mind was no longer there, so why was he in such a hurry?

"Uncle Tim, the threat from the North has temporarily disappeared, but our threat is right before our eyes!"

"This is going to be a mess, Uncle Tim!"

With a sigh, Lanny rubbed his temples wearily.

He originally thought that once he eliminated the roaming Grummans, he could live a carefree and happy life as a minor nobleman, earn some money, and study magic—a comfortable and pleasant existence.

But the truth is he was overthinking it; the tree may wish to be still, but the wind will not cease.

Through today's conversation, he understood several things.

The reason this band of bandits came down the mountain is suspicious, Albert is also very mysterious, and even August's death is probably not so simple.

Angus's willingness to become a laughingstock in the North to drive this band of bandits to House Wells clearly revealed his malice.

If he insists on not requesting the revocation of his title, Angus will likely not let it go. Besides the Blackstone tribe that was just driven away, the Whitestone tribe might also come down the mountain. They might just happen to pass by Caster Ridge, find the castle under-defense, and launch a raid, killing a bunch of them. It's not impossible.

As for whether these people are actually from the White Stone Tribe, and where the White Stone Tribe is located, who cares? Who can say for sure?

"Madam, Madam, what's wrong?"

Lost in thought, Lanny was startled awake by Candy's panicked shouts from the second floor.

Looking up, she saw Tiffany, dressed in her finest attire, leaning against the second-floor railing, tears streaming down her face like raindrops, looking utterly heartbroken. Candy stood beside her, watching the lady with a panicked expression, at a loss for what to do.

"Tiffany, what's wrong?" Seeing Tiffany's expression, Lanny felt a little flustered, wondering if she had overheard his conversation with the Earl.

I remember that the two of them weren't speaking loudly at the time, so they shouldn't have been able to hear each other very clearly on the second floor. But what's with her expression now?

Upon reaching the second floor, Tiffany's tear-filled eyes were unfocused, and she showed no reaction to his arrival, standing there silently weeping, which made Lanny feel a pang of heartache.

"You go ahead with your work, I'll take care of Madam!"

Scattering the maidservant beside him, Lanny approached Tiffany and gently took her cold little hand in his. "What's wrong, darling? Why are you crying?"

Hearing Lanny's words, Tiffany's gaze finally focused, slowly shifting to Lanny, her voice trembling with tears, "You... I heard what you said!"

Hearing this, Lanny's heart sank!

Ah, just as I thought!

"The Earl is very busy; perhaps he simply forgot to visit you. Don't be sad!"

Clinging to a sliver of hope that she was merely saddened that the Earl wasn't visiting her, Tiffany's answer shattered that hope.

Tiffany's beautiful blue eyes were fixed on Lenny, her gaze filled with inquiry and suspicion, and her sadness seemed to deepen. "Lenny, are you going to lie to me too? Do you still think of me as a little girl?"

"No way!" Lanny hurriedly explained, reaching out to wipe away the tears on her face. "Why would I lie to you?" But she couldn't bring herself to say anything more.

He knew in his heart that Tiffany must have understood the Earl's threat.

Now that she understood, she naturally knew that in the Earl's series of schemes, he had never considered the safety of his daughter.

Seeing that he was speechless, Tiffany didn't press him further, but instead continued talking to herself.

"Actually, I knew when he came to the castle..."

She already knew that Count Eno had brought his fiefdoms to the castle, but according to tradition, women were absolutely forbidden from approaching or having contact with nobles on campaign.

So she didn't show herself, but stayed in the bedroom with Candy helping her to do her hair and makeup, thinking that she would meet her father when the other nobles left or when it was time to eat.

Although he didn't receive much fatherly love growing up and was bullied by the Enoch family, he was still her father, and the natural closeness from blood ties was hard to erase.

After she finished dressing, she found that the other nobles had already left. She thought about going down to meet her father, but she overheard the conversation between the Earl and Lanny.

She immediately understood that these Grumman bandits were deliberately driven here by her father, with the sole purpose of having them eliminate the Wells family.

When she thought about how her father had never considered that she, his daughter, was in the castle when he made all these plans, she was instantly filled with despair and felt a chill run through her body.

Raising her pretty face, tears welling in her eyes, Tiffany looked pitiful and cried out, "Tell me, how could he be so cruel as to try to kill even his own daughter?"

"He's never liked me, never, I know, I know, but I never expected... ...wow... ..."

When she got to the heartbreaking part, Tiffany finally burst into tears.

Lanny didn't know how to comfort her for a moment, so he could only gently hug the tearful girl and let her cry loudly on his shoulder.

"Wow... He's never, ever liked me, you know that, Lenny, he's never liked me..."

“My older brothers and sisters could all learn magic when I was little, but I couldn’t… I asked him, and he said what kind of magic do girls learn? But, but, all my sisters can do it, but I can’t… I’m the only one who can’t!”

“But I still feel that we are family, we share the same blood, and he would not harm me.”

"I never expected it, I never expected him... ...to actually... ..."

"Wow... ...."

Whether it was because the pain of the past had been bottled up in her heart for too long, or because today's blow was too great for her, Tiffany cried uncontrollably and couldn't stop.

After a long time, she cried herself to sleep and fell asleep on Lanny's shoulder. She was still sobbing in her sleep, and the tears did not stop flowing. It is unknown whether she was thinking about these sad things in her dream.

Lanny gently placed Tiffany on the bed, covered her with a blanket, and sighed as she left the room.

He was deeply worried about the blow, especially since it came from his own father's betrayal.

Why... ...