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Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 218
On the inside, Caster could see several people standing around, holding papers. There were wooden benches for sitting and even a small window that looked like where a receptionist should be.He walked over to that window and waited for the person in front of him to finish. The receptionist was a human male, a man of about forty-years old, looking rather exhausted, with a tired look on his face, which barely curled into a nod upon Wade’s arrival.“Wor can I serve you?” the man said, most of the heartlessness gone from his voice and replaced by fatigue. Caster could clearly see that he had been answering similar questions all day long.“This has to be the place for real estate or something like that,” Caster answered, still pretending not to be scared for his life. “Simple ‘I would like to purchase an acre or two, with a dwelling on it.” Ideally, it should be...” He got a moment to think for a second.The man steeped back and folded his arms in his chair. “We get a lot of inquiries. Can
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“Here, I’d like to purchase some land. I’d like to see what you have available…” Caster said, placing the completed form on the table.He sat down opposite the small man, who peered over the form with keen interest. The man adjusted his glasses, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the document. “Mr. Wayland, is it? I think you’ll need to find out what we have in stock. Ah, okay," came the soft voice from the other side of the line, ‘Well, I’ll wait for a moment,’ the man said.The small man slowly rises from his chair almost making it tumble over behind him as he jumps out. On seeing the chair, Caster could only laugh, it appeared as if the chair was specially made for a much bigger person. It was a high chair, that chair you would normally find for a children when he/she is at the dining table.“Pardon me for one moment,” the halfling businessman stated in a businesslike, but escalated manner. He hurried off to a neighboring room and after half a minute re-emerged most unwillingly and
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 220
Caster took a deep breath as he stepped into the sunlit hallway. The small man had been kind but firm in his advice, urging him to act quickly. He couldn't shake the feeling that time was slipping away. As he walked, he couldn’t help but think about the possibilities. Now what if he got the perfect house? In his mind he was picturing warm evenings and fine mornings. After that he glanced towards the jovial fellow standing beside him, The man introduced himself as Finn. Oh, you wanted to know the best house I’ve got? So, I think I need something to distinguish me… Something that would pop.Finn gave a broad smile in response, “Oh I do, I know just the right location!” But first, let’s look at a few others. Of course you do” That’s the line you would expect to be used by the butcher that is showing all the cuts of meat.“Alright,” Caster said, not very enthusiastically, emphasizing his irritation. He followed Finn outside, to the warm sunlit streets that were as different from the dar
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 221
Caster was guided from one building to another, each one shabbier than the last. It was clear that the only things remaining were old shacks and tool sheds scattered across larger plots of land. The only good thing about them was their proximity to the city, but they would require a lot of renovation and rebuilding.After checking several properties, Caster finally saw four of the five that the halfling man had scribbled down on the paper. The real estate agent accompanying him looked a bit defeated, though he still wore a forced smile.“W-what about the last one?” Caster asked, curiosity creeping into his voice.The man glanced at the piece of paper, and Caster could see his expression crumbling slightly. “The last one is a bit far away…”“It doesn’t matter where it’s located as long as it's close to the city,” Caster replied, determination edging his tone. “I’ll pay for the carriage.”Seeing a deal encouraged the agent’s eyes to light up. “Really? You’re sure? It’s quite the trek.”
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“Here you go, Mr. Wayland. Due to the lack of information, you will have to start off as a bronze-ranked adventurer. But don’t worry! With your current level, you should be able to rank up in no time!” The guild worker smiled reassuringly, handing Caster his adventurer card. “Thanks,” Caster replied, glancing at the card. He was in the busy adventurer’s guild, wearing his armor, and he could feel the energy of excitement and chatter all around him. On the card, he saw his new name, “Wayland,” along with a small bronze symbol in the corner. It looked like a sword and shield crossed over each other, with the sword in front. He remembered the stories he’d heard about how an adventurer's card would change colors when they leveled up. “Red for silver, blue for gold,” he murmured to himself, imagining the day he would hold a shiny silver card. “If you keep at it, you’ll be silver in no time!” the guild worker chimed in, interrupting his thoughts. “Just remember to report your quests he
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The adventurers, grumbling over their makeshift beds of straw in the stables, exchanged weary glances as they watched Caster striding past. “I don’t know whether we’re cattle or just cursed,” one muttered, scratching a mosquito bite. It didn’t help that Caster, despite his own savings, had barely managed to secure a room of his own. As he handed over an almost embarrassing amount of gold for the night, he scowled, muttering to himself.“It’s robbery for a closet,” Caster growled at the innkeeper, clenching the remaining coins in his hand. “You’ve wrung me dry; lucky for you, I didn’t have another choice.”The innkeeper only laughed, pocketing the payment. “Supply and demand, friend. You want a good deal, you’ll have to wait for the new inns to open.”A little further down the road, other adventurers were camping just outside the city, watching new taverns and inns rise up almost overnight. The streets teemed with workers shouting orders, hammering beams, and assembling makeshift scaf
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With much effort Caster opened the door, now the sound of it seemed to protest to such an attempt almost as if it would crumble to pieces. He grudded to himself, “I must get a new door or anyway get some cracks but it may do with nails.” He closed the door and looked around him; there were wooden steps which led to a small and somewhat clumsy porch outside.It could be comfortable if a bit of effort were invested.” Perhaps there could be a bench placed here by the entrance he mused as he visualzed it. “In that way the guests will be able to sit down and remove their shoes before they step inside the house.”Entering deeper into the house Caster got into a small, plain lobby that led to a slightly larger room with a wooden table and two chairs both of which looked somewhat antiquated and, nestled on gray dusty coating. An ancient fireplace was built into the far wall, and its bricks were stained with the soot of many fires past. “Got good bones, I’ll give it that,” he said, running hi
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‘I’ll put my tools in here…’ Caster muttered, surveying the vast, dimly lit room with a growing sense of anticipation. He allowed himself a small smile, feeling as if he were on the verge of something monumental.The space was perfect for his ambitions. “A little bit of magical adjustment, and this could be the best workshop in Lowfield,” he whispered. He imagined a forge in the corner, shelves lined with rare spell ingredients, enchanted metals, and tools he’d collected. He could practically hear the clanging of hammer on metal, feel the hum of magic in the air. "I’ll make this my base of operations. A sanctuary," he thought, eyes gleaming.But the excitement was quickly tempered by practicality. Caster began pacing, mentally mapping out where each piece of equipment might go. “I’ll need frost spells here and here,” he muttered, gesturing to the opposite ends of the room. The place had poor ventilation—anyone who attempted serious smithing here would soon be drenched in sweat. He c
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Caster sat at his workbench, staring at the mess in front of him. Tools were scattered everywhere, papers and sketches covered the surface, and there were notes scribbled in every corner. It all felt overwhelming. His fingers tapped the wood of the table, a soft rhythm that couldn’t drown out the restlessness gnawing at him.There was so much he had to do. So many ideas, so many things he wanted to build. But where to start? His mind was a storm of thoughts, and none of them seemed to stick long enough to make sense.He muttered to himself, almost as if trying to remind himself why he was still here. "If I’m going to stay in this city, I might as well make the most of it," he said quietly, his voice raspy with exhaustion. "Maybe I’ll find something here. Something worth the effort."Caster shifted his gaze toward the window. Down below, the street was alive with people, carts rolling by, voices shouting, children playing. The city pulsed with energy. But it was the construction site
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“It is okay Wayland, do you have any further issues you wish to discuss before venturing head into the project?” Caster questioned, calmness lining his tone remarkably despite the nervous tapping of his fingers on the workbench. There was still some haze and the smell of the lightly coloured sawdust and the sharper than apple smell of oiled metal. The foreman mulled it over for a few moments, digging the jagged claws of his sweat-streaked hands through the coarse beard on his coppery face. His eyes moved on the workers who preparing some equipment around them and their voices were just ringing low as communication only. “Well, I do not know that directly without a second thought,” was his response but there was a brief moment of a shadow crossing his eyes to tell a different story. “However, do not hesitate to let me know if you have any ideas in your mind when the proceeding starts.” Caster hesitated, his thoughts swirling. His workshop had always been a sanctuary—a place where
Chapter 245
Caster was mature enough to see the world as it was. He understood that most younger folk saw it through a lens of hope and ambition, their dreams of treasure and fame setting them apart from his more grounded approach. Some were from humble beginnings: sons and daughters of farmers; young people from families that were better off but that had fallen on hard times and now were boy or girl determined to claw back some of that perceived lost respect, no matter the price."My jaw twisted into a small smirk as I imagined their wide eyes and wide, baseless plans and all they think is, ‘Get some gold, a shiny sword, you’ll be a hero.’" It was the same story, time and again: things that were often only dreams, rarely aligning with reality.Lowfield had been a deliberate choice despite what she had become. Knowing full well it wouldn’t be clear, he took the fast route but he took the fast route. The road taught him about its steep hills, its rocky passages and on occasion, the unfriendly tra
Chapter 244
The early morning breeze bit into the cloak and the underdress at Caster’s shoulders as he walked the narrow cobblestone path into Lowfield. Today he had gotten rid of his imposing helmet and heavy armor. Dawn's fresh smell of its own earth together mingling with the familiar taste of his workshop on his clothes. He wasn’t hiding his identity, or painful silence had been left behind, today. Today was about remembering the life that kept breathing after his magesmith-tools stopped.The caravan had added liveliness to the town which reminded me of festival time, the town was waking up. Some of the faces settling onboard Caster recognised—newcomers amongst the adventurers. With fresh ambitions and none of the resolve yet tested, they walked on their own journey wide eyed and reminded him of the person he used to be. He watched the newcomers with a kind of quiet amusement, catching snippets of eager chatter about dungeons and imagined battles, bravado thick in the air.A young man, prob
Chapter 243
Casting his small treaty of provisions, a load of stale bread crusts, some wrinkled fruits, and a hard wedge of cheese that once lived on a more hospitable broke surviving clunk to clunk. He made a gagging noise as he peered at the dried meat again and poked it with distaste. "Wouldn't it kill the fates to give me a real meal?" Just once. Something hot, even." He sneaked a look over at where a stove should be, the ones that made his mouth water when a hearty stew bubbled away. For a moment he smirked, "No stove yet … maybe I could conjure a magical pan up." "Oil might be asking for a miracle."Peering out the window he squinted at the city in the early light. Carts creaked along cobbled paths and vendors hawked fresh fish and newly baked bread in the place I had walked into, even now. He’d done a lot with the house in the week that he’d been there, turning it into something livable, barely. "What the hell?' he murmured, 'Doors actually close now' he concluded feeling a bit more proud
Chapter 242
Caster adjusted his grip and took a close look at his work, scrutinizing every line and angle of the newly crafted weapon handle. The wood was tough but carefully sanded, bearing faint, meticulous patterns he had engraved over hours of work. "Alright," he muttered, almost to himself. "Let's see if this holds up."He lowered his gaze to the small, rough-edged mana stone beside him. Its surface shimmered faintly, a testament to the raw energy that pulsed within it. With precision, he made a tiny opening at the base of the handle, using one of his tools to keep the gap just wide enough for the stone to fit snugly. Holding his breath, Caster slid the stone into place, his hand steady even as he felt the twinge of nervousness in his gut. One wrong move, one crack, and the handle would split, and the entire effort would be wasted. He exhaled, the pressure off his shoulders as the stone was secure. He picked up a little hammer and taps the opening closed, sealing the stone.Caster was co
Chapter 241
Caster’s gaze shifted between his rough tools and the iron-cast walls around him. The dim, flickering light from a lone torch cast dancing shadows on his workbench, where the worn mace lay, waiting. Each scuff and nick in the wood handle held a tale of its own; it wasn’t just a tool but a companion, a weapon that had been through as much as he had. And here he was, weighing its life and usefulness like a weary healer judging the last pulse of an old patient.He ran his hand over the handle one last time, tracing the grains and grooves with a practiced eye. “Adding a stone’s one thing,” he muttered. “But what it needs is stability.” His fingers slid to a small crack, an old fracture that hadn’t yet spread but threatened to. “If that widens… this thing’s done.”His hands worked without thought, reaching into the assortment of stones, metals, and powders he had scavenged over time. His fingers found a small, rough mana stone, and he rolled it between his fingers, feeling its faint warm
Chapter 240
Caster knocked metal hard on metal, the sound reverberating in the almost pitch black workshop. With every hook an aura of magical energy was discharged providing brief glimpses of light on the roughly completed stone walls. It smelled of hot metal and a low, tense buzz, which seemed to say that the room itself had tensed to watch him.Caster, still young but hardened by the trials of his craft, stood poised over his latest project: a shield, its shape still raw but which is already starting to look graceful. Though not tall and still somewhat thin, he seemed to possess good illating strength, every punch he landed being calculated. Each movement was accompanied by complex magical ripples, which Indragni had seen on the surface of the shield before a layer of runes he more or less sketched with great detail. In addition to a frown a look of intense concentration took over his face only to be interrupted the occasional lean back to examine the painting.After several more strikes, he
Chapter 239
Caster climbed the winding stone stairs leading upward from the basement of Lamba fortress as the red rays of the morning sun spread across Lowfield. He sighed as he breathed in the crisp morning air and hours spent wading through dim and damp caverns had taken a toll on him. The bustle outside was a stark contrast to the quiet gloom below. Merchants, hawkers, and small-time dealers filled the open area, all eager to cater to the steady stream of adventurers drawn to the dungeon.“Potion for mana, sir?” called a nearby merchant, brandishing a small flask that shimmered faintly in the sunlight. Clearly, the man wasn’t going to miss any opportunity to sell.He gave her the distinct pleasure of a faint smile and a polite shake of his head. “Not today, but thanks.” The merchant glanced up as he passed saying “As he passed his gaze fell on a young boy standing beside the merchant with his hands outstretched each palm held small stones of different colors.”“Lucky charms,” the boy put out
