I Pioneered Scientific Magic

In the royal capital of Hadralata, within a luxurious fortress, Count Mortan suddenly woke up from his bed, drenched in cold sweat.

He had dreamt that the wizards were using magic to produce large quantities of bread, rendering his own wheat worthless...

But how could that be possible?

Using magic to make bread was simply absurd!

Mortan wiped the sweat off his forehead with trembling hands, struggled to sit up in bed, but soon noticed something was amiss.

"Bax... Bax!" Mortan continuously shouted the name of the steward, yet received no response. It was only after some time that a knight rushed over.

"Count Mortan, are you awake?"

"Where's Bax? Where did he go?!" Mortan anxiously grabbed the knight's arm and demanded.

"He left half an hour ago... and... took your favorite crystal wine decanter with him..."

The knight stuttered for a while before finally revealing the truth. Moreover, many valuable items within the fortress had been taken by the fleeing servants, and they neither had the time nor the ability to stop them.

"Bax, I raised him for forty years, how dare he?" Mortan's mind went blank with anger, almost fainting again. But what chilled him even more was the implication behind it all.

"Where's today's magic daily? Bring me the newspaper!" Mortan urgently demanded. "Also, send someone to the City of Fire Oil immediately, use all means necessary to find out if those wizards still have any food!"

Despite Mortan's reprimands, the knight remained motionless, cautiously speaking. "Count Mortan, it might not be necessary to confirm anymore."

An hour ago, the train from the City of Fire Oil had already arrived at the capital. Inside the station, heaps of food had already been unloaded, and some workshops had officially implemented a four-meal-a-day system.

All the evidence indicated that the Council did indeed have food, and plenty of it!

The entire capital's nobles and merchants were going crazy. Many were desperately trying to sell off their hoarded supplies, but due to the Council providing three meals a day, no one was willing to buy in large quantities anymore.

The price of wheat plummeted from five hundred copper coins to one copper coin for five kilograms, and nobody even glanced at it.

Rumors abound that the wizards could turn air into bread, water into wine. Their food was worthless because, from now on, the Council would take care of everyone's food and accommodation in the kingdom...

Moreover, the trade routes to the Empire had been blocked in both directions, and they didn't have enough capacity, nor could they conceal so much food from the Council to smuggle it out of the kingdom.

Every word from the knight was like a long sword, piercing straight into Mortan's chest.

He knew he was finished, everything was finished...

"Gustav, you lied to me!" Mortan roared in anger, but the commander of the Divine Punishment Legion in his mouth was clearly unable to help him anymore.

At that moment, there was suddenly a commotion outside the fortress, followed by intense arguing.

Mortan's face changed drastically, almost falling off the bed.

Before Mortan could ask, the knight took the initiative to speak. "It should be the debt collectors who have arrived!"

Mortan's anger surged, when did a few lowly merchants have the courage to intrude into a duke's estate?

If he couldn't deal with the wizards, could he still not deal with a few wealthy merchants?

With rage burning in his heart, Mortan drew the sword from the knight's waist and rushed out barefoot in anger.

In the front hall of the fortress, dozens of loyal guards were confronting a group of unwelcome guests.

The leader looked amiable, around forty years old, with slightly narrowed eyes and a very rich appearance.

"Stanford?! Who gave you the guts to trespass into my estate!" Mortan entered the front hall with a sword in hand, coldly saying.

"Your estate?" Stanford's face showed a slight expression of surprise, then he took out a land deed from his arms and said kindly, "Perhaps you're a bit forgetful, Count Mortan. This estate is already mine!"

"Of course, you can choose to buy it back for thirty thousand gold coins!" Stanford said indifferently.

Seeing the other party take out the deed directly, Mortan choked for a moment, and had to endure his anger to refute, "I remember the deadline on it should be one month!"

"This is thirty thousand Imperial gold coins, Count, you probably can't come up with this money within a month, so to prevent any accidents, I had to come and collect it early!" Stanford said apologetically, pointing to the fine print on the contract. "It's clearly stated in the contract!"

Mortan was instantly amused, he had never been insulted like this before. He was the dignified Duke of the kingdom, yet someone actually thought he couldn't afford a measly thirty thousand Imperial gold coins!

Although he had no savings now, his territory still had plenty of land, mines, slaves, and even subjects...

But before he could speak, as if predicting in advance, Stanford had stacks of vouchers appearing in his hands, and finally even piled them into a small booklet.

These were the pledge certificates for various assets within the duke's territory!

Mortan's face changed instantly. He wasn't surprised by these collateral certificates since he had personally ordered them to be pledged. What shocked him was that so many certificates were all in Stanford's hands alone.

"You're from the Wizard Council!" Mortan's pupils contracted.

He immediately understood why Stanford dared to barge into his estate directly, and why those merchants were willing to let him pledge the mines and assets within his territory at a high price...

Previously blinded by enormous profits, Mortan hadn't thought much. He thought the other party knew he had a large amount of valuable wheat in his hands, so they were willing to overpay for the collateral.

Now it turned out to be a complete trap!

"Of course, Count, everyone has been working for the wizards all along, haven't they?" Stanford also didn't bother to disguise, admitting openly.

Mortan was almost grinding his teeth in anger, but being cautious, he didn't dare to act recklessly. He had to endure and say again, "Apart from these assets, I still have countless wheat..."

"Don't joke around, wheat is not valuable now!" Stanford interrupted Mortan's words with a cold voice. Merchants selling grain are everywhere in the kingdom now, with a total of millions of tons of grain on the market!

Who else can take it? Who can transport it away?

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