Farming in the Magical World

"Did you understand, Cody?"

Lenny rattled off a whole bunch of things, watching Cody listen intently, but he really didn't know how much Cody actually understood.

Cody thought for a long time but couldn't say whether he understood or not. Instead, he asked a question that stunned Lenny.

"Sir, what I want to know is, what exactly do you intend to build? Hmm, I mean, what kind of thing do I need to make to be considered as having completed your task?"

Uh, you didn't explain what glass looks like before?

Lanny thought for a moment, and realized he really didn't! Uh, this is awkward! Sigh, I've been so busy I've forgotten everything.

After clearing his throat, Lanny slowly said, "It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just that this thing is a bit sensitive!"

Not wanting to admit he'd forgotten about it, he instead moved closer to Cody and whispered something to him, as if it were a huge secret.

"The thing I'm going to make is called glass, and it's like this..."

When Cody, who had remained calm, heard Lenny say that the melted sand could condense into something as crystal clear, colorful, or transparent as a gemstone, his expression finally changed.

He stared blankly at Lanny, his face full of shock and disbelief!

"Sir, you want to create gemstones? Can sand be used to create gemstones?"

Sir, I'm just young, not stupid. You're saying you can find gems in sand? I've heard that gems are all dug out of the mountains.

Cody scratched his head, feeling uncertain. This seemed completely different from what he had heard about the source of the gem in Elfen. Had he been deceived, or was there another reason?

"Ha ha"

Seeing his expression, Lenny finally burst into laughter, giving Cody a hard slap on the shoulder. "Cody, you'll find out soon enough that this stuff is much better than gemstones. It's a real treasure, incomparable to those pretty but useless gemstones!"

This wasn't him fooling Cody; you have to understand that in modern industry, the value of glass is far greater than that of gemstones—there's simply no comparison.

Leaving aside distant examples, glass bottles, glass jars, mirrors, various condenser lenses and magnifying glasses, various lenses—almost every product you can think of will use glass in its production or use.

It's only because the manufacturing of basic glass is not difficult and the output is frighteningly high under industrial production that people think glass is cheap.

Upon hearing that Lord Lanny valued glassmaking so much and had assigned the task to him, Cody suddenly felt an immense pressure, and even the hand patting his shoulder seemed to grow heavy.

Thinking of how much Lanny valued him and never discriminated against him for being just a commoner, he secretly vowed to make this thing for the master. Otherwise, how could he repay the master's kindness?

Seeing Cody's determined look, Lanny patted Cody's shoulder hard again, his face serious. "Just keep it to yourself, don't go around telling everyone. You know such a treasure can easily attract covetous eyes. Anyway, get all the inorganic materials you can ready first, and come find me in the study later!"

I have to say, it's actually quite satisfying to be able to casually pat someone on the shoulder like that.

No wonder his former boss always liked to take pictures all the time, taking pictures of whoever he saw; it must have been so comfortable.

He patted Cody again, and seeing that he had finally gotten away with the thing he forgot to tell him, he stopped putting pressure on him. Looking around, he saw that there was nothing else he could do for the time being, and then he returned to the castle.

Back in his study, listening to the commotion from the guard camp, he suddenly remembered something: Joseph had been gone for a while, so why hadn't he brought Ford back yet?

The expansion of the guard has already begun, and the purchase of iron, food, and bows and arrows is imminent, but the men are nowhere to be found.

I really miss the days when we had cell phones. Although it was like having a noose around my neck as a working person, it was so convenient to find someone. One phone call, one message, and you couldn't hide from them.

Suddenly, a thought struck him: Did magic in this world have anything similar to a communication talisman or a listening talisman?

He remembered that there were similar methods in cultivation novels, whether it was sending messages by paper cranes, transmitting voices over long distances, or even more advanced methods such as direct contact with divine sense, all of which were good methods.

Although it has drawbacks such as having a limited number of contacts and being overly reliant on the caster's cultivation level, it is still a decent solution when there is no mobile phone available.

I wonder if there are similar methods in the magic system.

He never imagined he could develop a radio, let alone a more complex mobile phone.

Putting aside everything else, just pick a few ordinary people, unless they are in a related field or have relevant professional training, how many of them can make a magnetron or a radio receiver?

Like most ordinary people, he was completely clueless about radio. He might be able to build an electric motor or generator, but as for him to build a radio from scratch, he felt it was more realistic to learn some magic.

Since he wanted to learn about the magic system, Melissa was the perfect person to ask. However, when he went to the next room, he found that Melissa was not in her bedroom.

Just as I was thinking of asking Frank about it, I suddenly remembered that the butler was currently arranging the purchase of guard uniforms.

At this moment, he missed cell phones more and more, and longed for a similar magic to exist.

Fortunately, when he looked up at the door, he saw Candy cleaning on the second floor and quickly waved her over.

"Young master, your lovely maid greets you. How can I help you?" The little maid seemed to be in a good mood today, hopping and skipping around adorably.

But then, as if struck by a sudden thought, she abruptly became serious as she approached, trying to put on a solemn face.

Looking at the charming and adorable little maid, Lanny couldn't help but smile knowingly, and even her slightly anxious mood seemed to relax a bit.

"Stop being silly. You can't imitate Frank's style, haha! Oh, and fetch Melissa for me. I have something to say to her!"

The young master's disdain displeased the little maid, who wrinkled her delicate nose and huffed, "Hmph, I'm a very professional maid too!"

Upon hearing that the young master had asked her to find the newcomer, Melissa, she immediately leaned forward and nuzzled her head close to Lanny's, her eyes full of gossip. "Young master, is Miss Melissa really your cousin? You two don't look alike at all."

"Of... Of course, why would you think that?" Hearing the maid's question, Lanny was startled, but she forced herself to remain calm and said, "After all, they are very distant cousins, so it's normal that they don't look alike, right?"

It's not that obvious, is it? Even that naive and innocent little maid, Candy, noticed it?

Fortunately, he quickly calmed down, realizing he had been overthinking things; the little maid was just being gossipy and hadn't actually noticed anything.

"No!" The little maid tilted her head, still looking confused. "Although I believe you wouldn't lie to me, young master, I just don't think she's my cousin."

As if she had suddenly discovered a great secret, she lowered her voice, looked around, and then leaned closer. "Do you think she might be lying to you? Maybe she's not your cousin at all, maybe she's just a stranger."

"Hey, young master, do you think he might be one of your admirers in the capital? After all, you're so young and handsome, so gentle, and so knowledgeable... and you're a nobleman too!"

As he spoke, he started counting on his fingers.

Looking at Candy's charming and adorable appearance, Lenny was at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Perhaps only in her mind is she such an outstanding young master. She may not know how bad her reputation is, given that this seemingly perfect young master is actually.

He patted the little maid's head, somewhat amused and exasperated by Candy's wild ideas. He could only feign seriousness and scold her, "Didn't Tim and Frank already confirm her identity? It's not as mysterious as you're making it out to be! Go on, go on, stop gossiping, you're acting like an old woman..."

Candy wasn't afraid of him; on the contrary, she was somewhat dissatisfied that Lanny hadn't agreed with her point of view, and she was still muttering to herself as she turned to go downstairs.

"But I clearly felt that the way she looked at you was the same as Madam's. Humph, that wretched young master doesn't believe me. Don't blame me if you suffer the consequences later..."

Hearing the murmurs coming from afar, Lanny was also somewhat astonished.

Well, is it really true that women have a sixth sense? They can even tell from such a young girl, how come I didn't feel it myself?

When Melissa knocked on the door and entered the study, Lanny stared at her eyes, but didn't notice any difference.

"What's wrong? My dear little brother, is there something wrong with me?" Seeing Lanny looking at her like that, Melissa looked down and checked herself but found nothing. She had thought that she had been busy and something was wrong with her.

Hearing the grating "little brother" in the name, Lanny frowned, finding it rather unbearable. "I said, could you please drop the 'little' part?"

Melissa gave him a strange look, then suddenly burst into laughter, as if she had discovered something very amusing. She pointed at Lanny and laughed until she was doubled over. "Haha, that ridiculous male pride again? I didn't expect you to care about that, haha..."

After a long while, seeing that Lanny's face was getting more and more unpleasant, she suppressed her laughter and shrugged, "Ha... Okay, okay, I won't call you that anymore."

"Speak up, what did you call me here for? Don't tell me you've finished writing your story. I haven't fulfilled our promise yet!" Melissa sat down opposite her without any hesitation, picked up the story collection and flipped through it, then added, "Hmm, why isn't it finished yet? Are you really that busy every day?"

Seeing that Lanny remained silent with a dark expression, she put down the parchment in her hand, straightened her face, and said seriously, "Speak, my lord, what do you need me to do?"

Looking at Melissa in front of him, who was cute and charming one moment and serious the next after entering the room, Lanny exclaimed that he couldn't handle her.

When did she become like this? She used to be quite quiet when she was "Grandma Mei"!

Looking back, it seems that she became a different person after I exposed her identity. When she was pretending to be Granny Mei, she was taciturn and had no presence. But I didn't expect her to be so lively after changing her identity.

Does one's identity really have such a big impact on a person, or is this her true nature?

Shaking his head to clear his mind of the jumbled thoughts, he looked at Melissa seriously and asked, "You used to be a great mage, or a great mage who focused on research. I'd like to ask, do you have any magic or means for long-distance communication?"

"Telecommunications?" Melissa clearly hadn't heard of the term. She smoothed her hair from her forehead, thought for a moment, and then suddenly realized what Lanny meant. "Oh, you mean magic that allows you to talk to people over a distance, right?" She looked at Lanny with a puzzled expression. "Why are you suddenly asking about this?"

Hearing that Melissa understood his problem so quickly, Lanny became interested. Since she could understand, she must have similar methods.

Just as Lenny was looking at her expectantly, waiting for her to bring good news, she quickly shook her head, shattering Lenny's illusions.

"As far as I know, there is no magic or array that can enable dialogue," Melissa initially gave a negative answer.

She paused, then added, "However, I've heard that there are some methods to achieve simple communication."

Looking at Melissa, who was panting heavily, Lanny was speechless. Was it really necessary to mess with her mindset like this?

However, Melissa did not give him a chance to lash out, but instead immediately began to tell him what she had heard.

There is a magical creature along the coast of the Bauhinia River, which the locals call a snail.

These snails are divided into males and females, and because of their scarcity, they have developed a special skill: female snails emit unique vibrations during the breeding season, and male snails can sense these vibrations and respond with a screeching sound.

A genius magician, based on the characteristics of this creature, can perform certain magical treatments to obtain a pair of snails. When someone holds the female snail and infuses it with magic, the male snail will react and make a sound.

However, the magicians found the name "Snail" too unpleasant, so they changed it to "Mica Snail," meaning that communication could cross the clouds and travel thousands of miles in an instant.

Of course, the mica snails that are made cannot actually talk; they can only make some simple sounds and conduct some agreed-upon simple communication.

Therefore, in the Bauhinia Kingdom, large families would equip important members of the clan with a mica conch shell when they went on trips, so that the clan could easily rescue them if they encountered danger.

"One-way?" Lanny shook his head dismissively. He had thought it was something amazing, but it turned out to be just a bio-telegraph machine, which he considered useless.

Seeing Lanny's dismissive expression, Melissa said somewhat irritably, "Don't look down on this. It's not cheap. A pair costs several hundred gold coins. As long as you're within the Bauhinia Kingdom or some surrounding areas, you can almost always contact a family. It's already quite good."

"Moreover, besides being able to communicate information, this thing can also indicate the approximate location of the other party. For some family members who value their lives, it is truly an invaluable life-saving item."

"Tsk tsk, I really don't know what kind of genius the person who invented this thing is." Speaking of the mica conch, Melissa looked at the unknown magician with admiration.

Although Melissa greatly admired the inventor of this device, Lanny looked down on it. It wasn't that he had high standards; it was simply that for anyone who had used a cell phone, who would appreciate a telegraph machine?

"Anything else?" Hearing Lanny's question, Melissa thought for a moment before nodding. "There really is, a kind of array called a projection array, which is even more amazing!"