Chapter 233

"Greetings, Lord Gervas!"

"Wood, I heard from Old John that you wish to see me?"

After breakfast, Gervas headed straight for the alchemy workshop on the side of the castle.

Of course, this "alchemy workshop" was in quotes.

Compared to the grand alchemy workshops of noble families, which often spanned thousands of square feet, Gervas's castle had only three servant's cottages.

One was Wood's bedroom, one was a storage room, and the last was the laboratory.

But there was no help for it—Stormhold had once been merely a baronial domain.

What self-respecting baronial castle would ever plan for an alchemy workshop?

So all planning now fell to Gervas.

Though he had now planned for an alchemy workshop, its construction must follow the pace of the castle's expansion.

Thus, it would likely take one or two years!

Fortunately, the wizard Wood had nowhere else to turn, so he made no complaints about the harsh conditions.

"Yes, Lord Gervas, I've successfully completed the magic electric fan you instructed me to make!"

Wood's face glowed with excitement, for this magic electric fan was not only his hope of repaying his debts.

It was also the foundation for restoring his former honor.

Gervas's expression brightened with equal eagerness. "Really? Wood, where is the magic electric fan? I can hardly wait!"

Seeing Gervas's reaction, Wood's vanity swelled. "Lord Gervas, I shall bring it out at once."

Wood hurried to the storage room and returned moments later, carrying a large wooden crate fifty to sixty centimeters long.

For a wizard, lifting this crate was no easy task.

"Migen, help Wizard Wood!"

"No, no, I can manage myself!" Wood shook his head vigorously and insisted on carrying the crate to Gervas's side himself.

Taking a deep breath, Wood solemnly opened the crate.

A large circular iron plate came into view.

The plate was engraved with dense, intricate runes; otherwise, it bore nothing particularly remarkable.

After all, it was merely the first prototype—design and aesthetics were entirely ignored.

Wood carefully lifted the iron plate. "Lord Gervas, this is the miniaturized hurricane generator! Now, simply insert a wind-affinity magic crystal to activate it!"

"Excellent!"

Gervas had already prepared the magic crystal.

It came from the wind-blade wolf he'd slain previously.

He'd had jewelers cut it into ten small pieces.

After embedding the crystal, Gervas called on Migen to hold the magic electric fan three meters away.

This time, Wood did not refuse but continued explaining: "Lord Gervas, the magic electric fan has two types of activation controls."

"One is via spiritual force—only wizards or Gold Knights possess such power, so most people cannot use it!"

"So I designed another: a physical switch. To activate it, simply insert a metal plate into the fan to complete the rune circuit."

As he spoke, Wood inserted a small iron plate into the disc.

Hummm!

The rune circuit activated; the disc emitted a hum, and visible blue light began spreading along the dense rune pathways.

After roughly ten seconds, all rune pathways were filled with blue light.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A powerful gust shot forth from the disc.

Splash!

"Good heavens—it's windy!"

"Yes, so cool! This is incredible—a simple disc can produce such a strong wind!"

"This isn't an ordinary disc—it's a magical artifact, created by Wizard Wood!"

Instantly, the knights beside Gervas widened their eyes and gasped in astonishment.

Gervas nodded repeatedly.

The effect was truly impressive.

Even standing three meters away, he felt the strong wind.

It rivaled the third setting of an electric fan from his past life.

Moreover, aside from the initial hum upon activation, the magic electric fan operated in complete silence—no mechanical buzzing whatsoever.

"If this could be sold on Blue Star, it would crush every manufacturer!"

Of course, Gervas only thought it.

He had no double-world teleportation cheat.

"My lord, what do you think?" Hearing the knights' praise, Wood's face flushed red.

But what he cared about most was Gervas's evaluation.

Gervas would not disappoint him.

"Excellent, Wood. I, Gervas, swear that in the future annals of magic on Glory Continent, your name will be among the most prominent!"

"Lord Gervas, thank you for your praise—it was your suggestion that made this possible!"

Wood's eyes instantly reddened with emotion.

Had he not longed to rise above his ruined reputation in the capital?

Now that a chance at redemption had come, he was overjoyed.

"Wood, don't get carried away. That day is not far off. Once you've saved enough gold to repay your debts, you may return to the capital with honor."

"By the way, besides the magic electric fan, I have more ideas!" Gervas pulled out two more blueprints.

"This one I call the magic refrigerator; this one, the magic electromagnetic stove…"

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"My lord! Two caravans have arrived from the north. One claims to be from the capital, sent by Marquis Mius."

"The other comes from the kingdom's eastern border, dispatched by Viscount Leo. Oh, the guards say the leader appears to be the former slave trader, Cooper!"

"They've finally arrived!"

Just as Gervas returned from the castle's side workshop, Old John hurried in to report.

These two caravans were clearly the ones sent to purchase the monocular telescopes.

"Old John, prepare to receive them. When they arrive, bring them straight to the parlor."

"Yes, my lord!"

More than twenty minutes later, Cooper's caravan arrived first at the castle and was escorted inside by Old John.

"Greetings, Lord Gervas!"

"Master Cooper, what wind has blown you here? Did you bring me some fine slaves to purchase?"

Gervas rose with a bright smile.

Cooper always felt awe toward this Lord of Stormhold, believing him to be a noble scion, and thus treated him with deep respect.

"Lord Gervas, I have not come to sell slaves, but regarding the monocular telescopes!"

"Oh? Monocular telescopes? Has someone placed an order?"

Cooper's heart swelled with quiet pride—he had just secured a major order for Stormhold.

"Yes, Lord Gervas. After returning to Black Bear Ridge, Viscount Leo took me to a noble banquet, where I displayed the monocular telescope…"

Then Cooper vividly recounted the events at Farid Manor.

"Lord Gervas, the nobles were astounded by the miraculous function of your monocular telescopes, so they sent me to place an order!"

"And the quantity is thirty-five units!"

With that, Cooper stared eagerly at Gervas, awaiting praise.

Thirty-five monocular telescopes meant 175 gold coins.

A truly major deal.