Exploring Technology in a Wizard World-Chapter 221 - 220: Night, Wine, Orange Jam

Chapter 221: Chapter 220: Night, Wine, Orange Jam

Night.

At the inn, in Richard’s room.

Sitting at the table, Richard was holding a quill, writing and drawing on a papyrus scroll, occasionally stopping to think deeply before putting down a mark.

After a moment, Richard let out a long breath, his eyes flickering as he looked at a complex pattern on the scroll.

“There should be no problem,” Richard said, his gaze sharpening.

Upon finishing speaking, Richard took off the No.1 Ring from his hand, and using the Space Iron Ring, he began to work on it carefully—not carving new Magic Runes but making the “Accelerated Recovery” Magic Rune a bit more elaborate.

This was the result of his research over the past few days. After numerous tests on the Magic Runes inside the drifting bottles, Richard had found a way to enhance the function of the “Accelerated Recovery” Magic Rune, which he was now applying in practice.

Because he had repeatedly simulated it in his mind numerous times and considered all sorts of situations, along with the Space Iron Ring’s powerful ability “Absolute Spatial Precision,” Richard finished making the improvements to the “Accelerated Recovery” Magic Rune before long.

As it was carved on the inconspicuous silver No.1 Ring, even after the improvement, it appeared unchanged, but Richard knew its functionality was significantly enhanced.

Putting the No.1 Ring back on his finger, Richard flipped his hand and took out a scalpel from the Space Iron Ring, then lifted his arm and unemotionally made a cut along his forearm.

The scalpel was very sharp, and with just a light slice, the blood cheerfully flowed out, dripping down the arm onto the table surface.

With just a thought, different types of Free Energy Elements surged out from the Magic Origin within Richard’s body, the No.1 Ring activated, releasing the improved “Accelerated Recovery” spell.

The next moment, visibly to the naked eye, the speed of the blood flow rapidly slowed down, and the blood on the surface of the wound began to thicken — that was due to the blood platelets swiftly gathering. Soon after, the slender cut had already formed a scab. Later, the scab fell off, leaving a white mark where the injury was. Then, little by little, the white mark faded, and the skin on the forearm returned to normal.

This was precisely the effect of the improved “Accelerated Recovery”: on top of accelerating the recovery of injuries and endurance over a long period, it further allowed wounds to heal in a shorter time. The cost, however, was the weaknesses caused by rapid cell division and the significant consumption of Energy stored within the body.

Currently, this effect could only be used for superficial wounds, and it was not very significant. But Richard was confident that as his research on the drifting bottle spells continued, he would be able to heal bone damage and even internal injuries. By then, he might be able to pose as an indomitable, powerful owner of the bloodline seed.

With that thought, Richard picked up the scalpel and cut his forearm again; this time the wound was not long but very deep, almost to the bone.

Richard released the “Accelerated Recovery” spell once more, and visibly to the naked eye, granulation sprouted at the cut edges of the flesh, quickly intertwining and closing the wound back to its original state.

Richard’s eyes shimmered. After trying a few movements to ensure there was no impact, he picked up the quill and began writing quickly on a new papyrus scroll.

“Shh, shh, shh…”

After recording the data, Richard put down the quill and continued with the tests.

To outsiders, Richard’s actions would look like self-harm or masochism; but to Richard, it was purely for collecting data required for the experiment.

When the cold scalpel sliced open the soft, elastic, warm muscle, it indeed hurt, but to Richard, it was merely the manifestation of nerve signals in the brain, just the release of electrical impulses, nothing to be afraid of or resist.

“Pff,” one cut…

“Pff,” another cut…

…

After a while.

Richard carefully cleaned the bloodstains on the table and floor with a dry cloth, disposed of it in the Space Iron Ring to prevent any suspicious traces. Then, holding the quill, he began to write some conclusions on another new papyrus scroll on the table.

“…In summary, the effect of the spell is similar to…”

After finishing writing, Richard stood up, stretched lazily to move his body, preparing to rest for a while, for there were things to do after daybreak. But just as he stood up, an indescribable wave of hunger sprang from within, as if every cell in his body was crying out for energy.

“Hmm… Too many tests, the excessive use of ‘Accelerated Recovery,’ hence the large consumption of energy?” Richard pursed his lips in thought, “In that case…”

The next moment, Richard opened the door with a “squeak” and stepped out.

Upon reaching the inn’s lobby on the first floor, Richard noticed that although it was not closed, only a few candles were lit, making it quite deserted. After all, it was the middle of the night, except for a few drunks lying half-asleep on the tables, there was no one else.

Richard paid no mind to these details and walked straight to the counter, rapping on it to wake up the clerk who was sleeping there.

“Hah—yawn—” The clerk opened his eyes and quickly asked with restored spirit, “What do you need, sir?”

“I need some food.”

“What would you like…?”

“Two freshly baked loaves of bread, two bowls of mushroom soup, two nine-tenths done steaks with less salt…” Richard said rapidly.

As the clerk listened to the multitude of food items Richard listed, his eyes gradually widened. Of course, the inn’s kitchen could handle the order, but the problem was it was now the middle of the night. The clerk already imagined the scolding he’d get if he woke the chef.

The attendant’s face showed difficulty, and he couldn’t help but whisper to Richard in a low voice, “Sir, you see, eating so much this late at night may not be very good for you, it should be bad for your health. Maybe…”

“Smack,” Richard didn’t say much, just slapped a Gold Coin onto the counter.

The attendant’s eyes instantly widened.

Gold Coin!

“This Gold Coin, one-third of it is for you as a tip, one-third for the chef as a hardship fee, and the remaining third for the meal. Understand?”

“Understood!” The attendant nodded extremely vigorously.

“Can you do it?” Richard asked again.

“Absolutely can do it.” The attendant’s head almost flew off.

This was a Gold Coin! A single Gold Coin was almost more than his annual salary, and even just a third of it was enough for him to live off for several months. With such a hefty tip, why would he fear the chef’s curses? When the time came, he’d flash the Gold Coin to the chef, tell him about his third, and the chef wouldn’t just stop cursing, he might even drop to his knees and call him dad. These days, money made the man.

But then again, giving the chef a third, wasn’t that a bit too much? After all, the chef wouldn’t know the specifics, he could just give the chef… one-tenth, and surely the chef would be too overjoyed to know which way was up. Yeah, that settled it.

Thinking this, the attendant pocketed the Gold Coin from the counter, gave Richard a smile, and quickly ran into the kitchen behind.

…

Before long, Richard was seated at a table in the hall, and a variety of foods were brought up; he began to devour them heartily.

In just a moment, Richard wolfed down the food like a whirlwind, feeling a sense of fullness, and the intense demand for energy from the multitude of cells in his body had disappeared.

He got up, intending to walk back to his room when something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He turned his head and looked towards a dark corner of the inn’s hall where no candles were lit, and saw a figure seated at a table.

This was…

Richard stepped closer, walking silently to the side of the figure and asked in a low voice, “Lord Macbeth?”

“Mm,” the person responded, grasping a drinking cup in the dark and downing it in one gulp, with a touch of self-mockery, “I deliberately sat in such a dark place, yet you still found me.”

“Had you sprawled over the table like the other drunks, naturally you wouldn’t have been noticed—you’re sitting too upright, it’s too obvious.”

“Is that so…” Macbeth muttered, then asked, “Do you know why I’m here?”

“It’s related to the question Nancy asked you during the day, I presume.”

“Uh…”

“Want to hear a story?” Macbeth asked.

“Not particularly,” Richard said honestly.

“In that case…” Macbeth raised his hand as if to shoo someone away, but in the end, he pointed to a seat next to him in the darkness, “then sit down and listen.”

Richard shrugged, knowing that regardless of his response, Macbeth’s would likely be the same, so he had no choice but to sit in the seat next to him.

Macbeth began to tell his story, “Once upon a time… I actually had a Wizard’s Servant, but she died in an accident…”

“Uh, and then?”

“What ‘then’? There is no ‘then.'”

“Uh…”

“Wait.” Macbeth seemed to remember something and spoke slowly while reminiscing, “She had beautiful golden hair, loved yellow iris flowers, and really liked shiny Gold Coins. Also… particularly liked salted marmalade.”

Richard suddenly understood something.

“That’s all for my story,” Macbeth said abruptly, turning to face Richard, his tone growing cold, “You can go back to your room to sleep now.”

“Yes.” Richard stood up and was about to leave.

“Remember.” Macbeth warned in the darkness again, “You can’t talk to anyone about what I’ve told you, otherwise… I’ll kill you.”

“Then, Lord Macbeth, why tell me?” Richard couldn’t help thinking to himself, but on the surface, he nodded and earnestly said, “Yes.”

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Then he turned and went upstairs.

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