"What's happening today..." After Luigi spat angrily, he felt confused. He waved the paper around, but the kid didn't hurry to talk about it or beg for more time. He just sat there, looking relaxed... and strangely, he was staring at Luigi like he was a silly clown.
Luigi wanted to threaten the kid to make him beg, but he couldn't. Seeing his nephew again after so long made him feel he needed to be strong.
"It doesn't matter," he finally said. "Either you pay your debt now, or you use the house. Otherwise, I'll tell everyone at the Union. Let's see who will do business with your chamber after that!"
These words worried the old butler. Luigi's threat was scary. The chamber was struggling, but it could recover. Giving the contract to the Union would hurt their reputation.
The old butler's face turned pale, and his hand shook.
But Caster stayed calm, joking with the old butler, "I told you uncle was worried! He's already thinking no one will do business with us."
"Young Master, you joke," the old butler said, looking worried.
Caster smiled but didn't say more. He respected the old butler for staying.
"Enough with the jokes, Kid. Let's talk business!" Luigi got mad at Caster's joke. "Your father took eight thousand gold from me. You have two choices: pay now or use the house. I have other things to do."
"The house is not an option," Caster said firmly. "Your offer is too kind! I'm worried you'll lose."
Luigi ignored the joke and asked again, "So, will you pay the gold?"
"Paying back with gold isn't impossible," Caster started, then stopped.
"You really want to pay?" Luigi was surprised. Everyone knew the chamber was struggling. How could they get the money?
Luigi tried to stay calm. "That's good. Wanting to repay is best... The total is eight thousand. Go get it."
After Luigi left, Caster turned to Hisashi's two friends. "You guys still hanging around? Waiting for an invite to dinner?"
The two guys snapped out of it. "Uh, we're leaving now," one of them muttered, and they hurriedly escorted Hisashi away.
With them gone, peace returned. Caster motioned for the old butler to sit down. His bruised arm was wrapped up, causing him some discomfort. "Young Master, about the eight thousand gold..."
"Don't worry, I'll handle it," Caster said casually. Eight thousand gold wasn't a big deal for him. Even though money wasn't common anymore, he still valued it. His situation now was better than the scarcity of his old world.
But the butler was worried. "We don't have the money. We've sold everything to pay for the losses from the accident."
Caster remembered something from Sifa Spellbound's memories. "Didn't my father leave me an alchemy workshop?"
"Yes, but after the accident, all three alchemists left. Without them, it's useless," the butler explained. The alchemy workshop depended on skilled alchemists, and without them, it couldn't make enough money.
"Let's check it out anyway," Caster suggested. The butler was surprised by his confidence. Caster seemed different now, more sure of himself. "Young Master has grown," the butler thought sadly, wishing his late master could see it.
As they talked, someone came to the door. It was a young man, about twenty years old, not very tall, wearing a black gown with a wyvern on the cuffs, which was the standard outfit of Okland, the top magic school in the eastern kingdom.
He must be a student from Okland, since only mages wore black gowns.
Without waiting for permission, the young mage burst in, seeing old Pavey's bandaged arm and getting angry. "Sifa Spellbound! Look what you've done! My father has worked for your family for over 30 years, and now he's hurt helping you. Is this how the Spellbound family repays loyalty?"
"Raymond, quiet!" The old butler scolded his son, trying to explain.
But Raymond was hot-tempered. He couldn't listen after seeing his father hurt. After hearing about the sea accident, he rushed from Fallen Star Lakeside to Rebillion City. On the way, he learned that Luigi had hired Hisashi to collect a debt.
Raymond had grown up in the city and knew who Hisashi was. He stormed into the Spellbound house, seeing his father's state. His anger turned towards Caster.
Raymond always looked down on Sifa. Despite having a wealthy and powerful father, Sifa struggled as a Magic Apprentice, even with the best resources. Raymond believed he could do better.
Now a mage himself, Raymond felt no envy towards Sifa. They belonged to different worlds, as professors at school had said. A lowly Magic Apprentice couldn't compare to a mage.
"Sorry, Young Master. Raymond doesn't know any better. I'll make him apologize," the old butler said.
"It's fine. Raymond is young and impulsive," Caster replied, heading for the door. Before leaving, he added, "Raymond, your father needs rest. Follow me to the Gilded Rose."
Raymond was furious. 'How dare a mere Magic Apprentice order a mage around!' But before he could react, his father scolded him.
On the way to the Gilded Rose, Raymond didn't pay much attention to Caster. He planned to play along at first, but then taunt him when the time was right.
Raymond waited for his chance to turn the tables on Sifa Spellbound.
So, the 5th Rank Mage waited patiently. The twenty minutes almost passed, yet that troublemaker continued walking slowly, lost in thought.
‘What's he thinking about? He's just an apprentice. What profound question could he have?’ Raymond wondered, growing impatient. ‘He's stalling! He needs to ask for my guidance soon. If he waits too long, we'll reach the Gilded Rose, and there won't be any witnesses! What's the point of taunting him then?’
‘I need to bring it up myself...’ Raymond thought, then spoke up, “Young Master Spellbound, did your teacher tell you which formulas you need for forming the mana whirlpool?” He felt smug, displaying his seniority.
But Raymond waited in vain. The youth remained lost in thought.
‘This is too much!’ Raymond fumed, veins popping on his forehead. ‘I'm a great mage, yet I'm initiating a conversation with a mere apprentice like him. He shouldn't dare ignore me!’
“Hey! Young Master Spellbound!” Raymond shouted, trying to control his anger.
“Hmm? What?” Caster finally snapped out of it. “Oh, the Topha formula for the foundation, Jide for direction, and Pythan to save mana,” he explained, giving Raymond a strange look. “Isn't this basic knowledge for an apprentice?”
Raymond seethed. ‘What does he mean by that? I'm a great mage! I don't need him to teach me apprentice stuff!’
Before Raymond could think of a response, they arrived at the Gilded Rose...

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Chapter 248
Producing something like that with the tools he had would be hard—extremely hard.Caster wiped a line of soot from his cheek as he examined the half-sketched blueprint. “If I’m off by even a millimeter,” he muttered, “the detonation won't focus, and all that energy will bleed out before it does anything useful.”He leaned back, tossing the chalk aside. The idea of a hybrid engine still buzzed in his mind, but the practicality? Not so simple.“Maybe I’m overcomplicating things,” he said aloud to no one in particular. “A steam engine would be easier. Just need a water tank and a heating rune—let the pressure do the work.”He tapped the side of the parchment thoughtfully. Steam engines wouldn’t be as powerful, but a simple heating spell was efficient. More importantly, it was consistent.‘Would be nice if I could tweak the heat settings on those spells,’ he thought, standing up and stretching his arms. ‘There’s going to be a lot of trial and error involved… and what for? What would I do
Chapter 247
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
Chapter 246
“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
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