Chapter 575: Refreshments Inside the Magic House

Jier shrugged: "It was captured, how would I know what it's worth? To me, a suitable weapon is what matters most."

Yamila nodded, but still said quite excitedly: "Such high-quality Dwarf weapons are sought after by many famous master blacksmiths year-round! After all, Dwarves are very rare, and their weapons and equipment are quite different from us Humans in every way. Understanding the weapons of these alien races can bring quite a bit of skill improvement to master blacksmiths!"

She carefully touched the Dwarf Soldier Spear on the wall, muttering something to herself, seemingly calculating something in a low voice. Suddenly, she turned her head to look at Jier: "Setting other things aside for now, do you have any intention of selling this weapon of yours?"

Jier still had several more of the same, so he did not directly refuse. He asked with a smile: "What price can you offer? Or, would you like to exchange it for something?"

Yamila extended her right palm, opened it, and shook it: "I offer fifty Ogle Gold Coins!"

Jier asked: "What is the exchange rate between this Ogle Gold Coin and the currency of the Saint Hors Kingdom?"

Yamila said proudly: "A rate of one point two. One Ogle Gold Coin can be exchanged for one point two of your Kingdom's Gold Coins. How about that?"

Shaking his head, Jier refused: "Not great. By that calculation, it's only sixty Saint Hors Kingdom Gold Coins. Hmph, how about I give you sixty Gold Coins and you find me an identical Dwarf weapon?"

"Didn't you just say you had several more of the same weapons? Since you have so many extra weapons on hand, why not choose to exchange some of the excess for money? Then you can use the money to exchange for other things you need! You have to turn supplies into money and put them to good use."

But Jier remained unmoved by Yamila's words. He was not particularly short on money, and this kind of Dwarf weapon was clearly difficult to reacquire. He could tell which was more important.

Annoyed, Yamila turned and walked toward the center of the hall, gesturing for Jier to follow and sit down.

The interior decoration of the hall was largely consistent with the exterior, a wooden environment. The floor was wooden planks covered with small patchwork carpets, and the ceiling was a high-vaulted wooden ceiling. At the entrance, there was a coat rack and a wooden rack for luggage and shoes. At this moment, the pair of boots Yamila had taken off earlier had been quietly placed on the shoe rack by this Magic Creation, Mimi.

Not only that, but a small hand was also extending from the nearby Wooden Wall, holding a small brush, diligently scrubbing the pair of boots Yamila had worn.

Jier did not take off his weapons and equipment; he only set down the rather long Dwarf Long Spear he had been holding, then walked to the center of the hall wearing his full gear.

This area was near a fireplace, where firewood was burning, adding a natural crackling noise of burning wood to the space.

As soon as Yamila arrived, she collapsed onto a comfortable fur recliner. Jier looked at the chairs here and finally chose a sturdy wooden chair with back and armrests to sit on.

Seeing the seat Jier chose, Yamila raised her eyebrows imperceptibly, because Jier had chosen the control chair for the Magic House Mimi; only by sitting on it could one control and authorize the Magic House to use high-power offensive and defensive measures.

At other times, although she could directly contact the Magic House with words, if no one was sitting in the control chair, the Magic House had no authority to use magic that consumed large amounts of Magic Power on its own.

Although she noticed this, Yamila didn't show it. After all, she was still interested in the trade and didn't really want to have a battle with this young and mysterious Knight that would result in heavy losses for both sides.

Who knew what special means this mysterious young Knight might have, especially since she could sense the powerful Magic Beast Magic suppressed within Jier at such close range.

That was not Human Magic Power; it was the primitive Magic Power of a naturally born Magic Beast. At this moment, it was not only strangely restricted within Jier's body, but she also had no idea what effect this Magic Power would have in battle.

Yamila had no experience or knowledge of fighting Magic Beasts, but she clearly knew that Magic Beasts possessing this level of Magic Power were all very formidable, and she was no match for them.

Therefore, at such close range, she had no intention of fighting.

"Mimi, is the food and drink ready? Hurry up and bring it out to entertain the guest!"

As soon as Yamila urged, a wooden door beside the hall opened, and a small metal cart was gently pushed in by a slender white arm.

On the small cart sat colorful inlaid silver plates, with snacks neatly arranged on them, and beside them was a steaming silver Water bottle, with the aroma of Flower Tea wafting from the spout.

Beside the Water bottle were two sets of silver tea cups with wooden handles, small and cute; the wood material seemed to be made of several types of natural colored wood, and it didn't look cheap at all.

Jier was also bold; seeing the snacks on the cart, he wasn't afraid of poison. After the cart was pushed over, he took off his glove, picked up a small snack with two fingers, and put it into his mouth.

"Mmm, a bit too sweet." Jier ate the snack in one bite; it was soft and fluffy, but excessively sweet and cloying.

Yamila smiled: "This is a snack meant to be paired with tea. Take a bite of the snack, then a sip of tea, using the fragrant Flower Tea to neutralize the sweetness of the snack. If this kind of snack were not made sweet, it would have no flavor when paired with tea. It has to be sweet, and eaten in small bites, to be just right."

After speaking, she muttered something, and her right hand quickly changed gestures. In less than a breath, she released a pale blue Magic Hand.

This magic first appeared as a point of Magic Power above her right hand, then quickly expanded from a point into a complex magic structure, and as it was filled with Magic Power, it turned into a glowing blue Magic Hand, floating in the air, slightly larger than a human palm.

Jier watched the formation of this magic without blinking. Although he didn't know how strong this magic was, Jier wasn't afraid, based on the time it took for the magic to appear and its floating flight speed.

At this distance, Jier could draw his Hunting Sword with his left hand in less than half a second, take one step forward, and take advantage of the momentum to cut Yamila in two. Even if she had a Magic Hudun floating around her, it would be the same.

With this confidence, Jier watched Yamila release the magic.

As Jier expected, Yamila lay half-reclined on the fur chair, not moving herself, only moving her fingers to control the floating Magic Hand to pour tea for both of them.

The Magic Hand nimbly picked up the silver Water bottle, which didn't look light, then tilted it slightly, accurately pouring the still-scalding Flower Tea into the two tea cups.

After a pause, Yamila didn't get the applause and praise she expected from Jier, and only then did she realize that Jier, this young Knight, probably hadn't dealt with magic users before and didn't know how difficult it was to control a Magic Hand to pour tea like this without spilling a single drop.

Being able to control a Magic Hand to pour tea like this meant she could use the Magic Hand to do many things. For example, controlling the Magic Hand to brew dangerous Potions, controlling the Magic Hand to craft precise Magic Tools in extreme environments, assisting in magic research, and saving a large amount of meaningless daily time to spend on magic research.

Her teacher had praised Yamila's control of the Magic Hand more than once, claiming that such proficient use of the Magic Hand already possessed the basic research skills of a Formal Mage.

But this was, after all, some exaggerated praise. Yamila knew that her teacher could control several Magic Hands at once: one holding a pen to record experimental results, one holding a reference magic book to check at any time, one tinkering with dangerous magic experiments, and he could even control another Magic Hand to scratch his back.

The Magic Hand steadily delivered a cup of Flower Tea to Jier. Jier took it gently and used the method Yamila introduced to pick up another sweet snack.

Taking a small bite, Jier took a sip of the Flower Tea in the cup before the sweetness could melt away.

The Flower Tea was extremely fragrant; he didn't know what kind of flowers were steeped, but the water temperature was just right. After taking a small sip, it perfectly neutralized the cloying sweetness of the snack in his mouth. The combination of the two turned into a wonderful, fragrant, and sweet taste.

"Not bad, really not bad."

Jier offered a word of praise, which made Yamila laugh non-stop.

"Mimi, this young Knight is praising your snacks for being delicious and your tea for being tasty!" Jier was quite surprised when Yamila spoke; were these snacks and tea really made by the Magic House itself?

This contrast made Jier think of the impression of the Magic House sending an entire wild boar into the house and eating it quickly with a crunching sound earlier.

"Mimi—"

A slightly proud cry sounded in the room, and Jier could hear the pride in the Magic House's response after being praised.

The two chatted, eating small snacks and drinking Flower Tea.

They continued their previous topic about the Dwarf Long Spear, but Yamila didn't want to pay more money, and Jier had no intention of selling this weapon at a low price.

Seeing that she couldn't take full advantage, Yamila's eyes rolled, and she asked instead: "Judging by what you say, you seem to have accumulated some wealth?"

Jier said indifferently: "I suppose I have some, but not much. Why? Do you have something to sell? Is it a Magic Tool? Let me see it."

Yamila smiled proudly. As a Magic Apprentice, she had of course learned how to craft Magic Tools. Having met a sucker this time, she naturally had to find a way to make some money.

"Wait a moment! I'll go get it."

After saying this, Yamila finished her Flower Tea in one gulp, tossed the cup aside, climbed off the fur recliner, and went up to the second floor, thumping on the stairs in her soft slippers.

The tea cup Yamila had just tossed was accurately caught by the Magic Hand in mid-air and then nimbly placed on the small cart.

As soon as Yamila left, Jier perked up. Although he didn't seem to change his posture, Jier was actually prepared for battle at any moment. His left hand rested on the left armrest of the chair, no more than half a palm's distance from the hilt of the Hunting Sword, while his right hand tapped lightly on his belt—a seemingly boring little movement, but right beside his right hand was the Heart Fire Magic Dagger.

He could take it in his hand at any time and activate it with a command.

His eyes also scanned the room's hall vigilantly, appearing to observe the room's decorations, but in reality, he was on guard against an attack from the Magic Hut that could come at any moment.

But the Magic Hut named Mimi was very well-behaved, only occasionally extending a small hand from beside the fireplace to pick up firewood and toss it into the fireplace to add fuel.

Or perhaps extending a small hand holding a rag from beside the wooden window not far away, carefully wiping the transparent glass on the wooden window from the inside.

Jier even saw that at a round, transparent glass fish tank not far away, Mimi was also holding a bit of fish food to feed the colorful long-tailed fish in the tank.

These all looked very normal and ordinary, but Jier still noticed some differences.

For example, the fireplace had metal railings at the bottom to block things, and the ashes from the burning firewood above fell directly to the lower level, requiring no cleaning at all. And the firewood beside the fireplace was not simply piled there; every piece of firewood, cut to a regular size, was held by a metal Lock, and the Lock would only be released to take out the firewood when needed.

The room's windows, which appeared to be thin glass windows, also had faint traces of Magic Power light flowing across them; clearly, these seemingly ordinary pieces of glass had also been enhanced by Magic, and might even be far sturdier than ordinary brick walls.

As for the floor, except for the places with small patches of fur rugs, the other parts were covered with small wooden floorboards. These things had very obvious seams, just like building blocks. Jier estimated that underneath these floorboards, which could be moved at any time, there were a large number of hidden Magic mechanisms, as well as more hidden little white hands, and even the terrifying 'mouth' with which the Magic Hut fed.

Regarding the whole wild boar thrown in here earlier, Jier not only failed to see the boar's carcass, but he couldn't even smell the bloody scent of the boar being devoured. He had no idea what kind of terrifying creation was hidden beneath the floorboards under his feet.

A house that provided its own energy through Magic Power actually needed to feed on animal carcasses! Who would dare believe this if it were told?

Besides this, Jier also noticed the spherical fish tank placed on a small wooden table not far away; that thing was not just sitting on top, but was firmly fixed in place. As long as the top of the fish tank was temporarily covered, the entire fish tank would not spill water due to shaking.

These small details indicated that the entire interior of the house had considered countermeasures for when the Magic Hut was in battle, so that the interior decorations would not clatter about or fall to the ground due to the Magic Hut's movement or being attacked.

Jier even shook the chair he was sitting on, and this chair also seemed to be firmly fixed to the ground, completely unable to move.

Jier looked at the surrounding chairs and discovered that even the fur recliner Yamila had just been sitting on was not only fixed in place, but even the soft fur covering it was fixed as well.

"More like a mobile war fortress?"

Jier muttered to himself.

Hearing Jier's words, the Magic Hut Mimi let out a cry: "Mi!"

It seemed to confirm Jier's guess.

The facts were indeed so.

Magic Huts are the primary means of movement, residence, living, and combat for Mages after they leave their powerful and safe Magic Towers.

Often, Mages do not need to use Magic to fight in person, as that is too beneath their status; they prefer to sit in their own Magic Huts, providing Magic Power themselves, and controlling the Magic Hut—which possesses sound defenses and complete means of Magic attack—to fight against enemies.

Whether it is large groups of Soldiers, formidable Knights, or strange Magic Beasts, or even opponents who are also Mages.

Mages all prefer to use these pre-prepared things to conduct battle.

Even if they do not have a multi-functional Magic residence like a Magic Hut, which even doubles as a library and a temporary laboratory, they will prepare smaller Battle Magic Chairs to fight temporarily.

Unless there is no other way, a proper Mage will not personally engage in physical combat.

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