My Wife and I Became Sages in Another World-Chapter 50: Potatoes!

A few days had passed since I took the group to the tree house in the forest. Most of my time was spent either in the workshop making potions or teaching the princess magic outside.

I even told her to go hunt without my help. Of course, both maids went with her, but she always came back with at least three slain monsters that she would process and butcher herself.

I had used all of the terror bull horns for potions and had crates filled with them, along with the healing potions, and I needed to send them to the other cities with my delivery tablet that was back in my home at End Town.

The princess wanted to practice the teleportation spell, but it proved to be the hardest one to master. It wasn’t an easy spell to explain since everyone had their own ideas and imagination when it came to teleportation. Either way, I decided to explain it to her the best way I could.

For me, whenever I casted the teleportation spell, I thought of the wormholes theory. It said that it was a theoretical passage between space and time, almost like connecting two parts of the universe like a folded piece of paper and stepping onto the other side.

I even pulled out a piece of fabric to help me explain myself better.

"Imagine you are on one side of the cloth, and you want to make it to the other side..." I said as I folded the fabric in half. It was all about imagining yourself folding the space around you to create a shortcut to the destination.

However, even with my explanation, the princess couldn’t fully grasp the concept of it, which made me realize that it was the first spell that she had actual trouble learning. Most of the time, it would take her a few minutes at most to fully copy and learn my spells, but I never would have thought that teleportation would be the hardest for her.

We had wasted enough time, so I told her that she would need to keep practicing later since we had work to do at that moment, and I used my teleport to bring us all back to End Town with both Vespera and me carrying carts full of potion crates.

We delivered Mr. Olliver’s batch first and went straight to my home to use the delivery tablet to send the old and new potions to the other cities. Right after that, I was called by one of the town hall workers saying that Jackson wanted to see me.

Turned out that we had received another batch of refugees from a village that was quite far from ours. A group of 34 villagers had to flee their homes due to a monster attack, and while they migrated to Speranza, they heard rumors about End Town’s thriving reputation and decided to take the risk and come all the way here.

Jackson asked me to help him with the housing for all the new villagers, to which I agreed instantly and made my way out of the office. However, as soon as I turned around, he told me that the villagers had brought some of their crops with them and that it was something we didn’t produce in our town.

The princess, who followed me all the way to the town hall, heard the entire thing and excitedly held my hand, urging me to meet the new villagers and pulling me toward the exit. ("She just wants to eat something new, doesn’t she...?") I thought as I followed her steps, knowing full well that she had no idea where we were going.

Once we met the villagers, their group leader stepped up and nervously opened a crate that was supposed to have their signature crops, and when he opened it, my eyes widened in surprise and excitement.

"Ahh, sorry... I know they don’t look appetizing, but I promise that they are quite filling!" exclaimed the man nervously as he showed the brown tubers inside the crate.

"Potatoes!" I yelled as I held two of them, one in each hand.

The man, noticing my attitude towards his crops, got his nerves under control and asked if that was another name for "botos". Realizing that it was a stupid name and that they were confused by my statement, I took the opportunity to convince them that those crops were farmed originally in my homeland and that their real name was "potatoes".

The leader, out of respect for my homeland, said they would refer to them as such in the future, making me feel good and bad. Good because I wouldn’t hear anyone call potatoes "botos", and bad because I had lied to them. ("A small white lie never hurt anyone though...") I thought.

I did notice that some of the potatoes looked a bit rough, which made me wonder if they were using the correct methods for farming them or if their soil was somewhat deficient in nutrients. So, I made a deal with them, telling them that we would build their homes and farms, but they would be the ones in charge of farming the potatoes produced in our town and exporting them to other cities in the future.

It seemed like the best decision was to not only give all of the refugees a home but a stable job that could also open more opportunities in the future for them. I was already on the brink with the amount of work I had to do daily, and managing a potato farm didn’t sound feasible.

For the creation of the new farms, we had to take down a part of the wall that protected the town to expand our territory. Thankfully, the princess helped me build the houses and use nature magic on the farm soil to make the crops grow faster and healthier.

It took us two entire weeks of work, from early in the morning to bedtime. Some of the villagers would come around and help us from time to time, seeing that only Vespera, the princess, and I were working on the land.

By the time we were done, by sheer coincidence, the knight’s order that had been sent from the capital after my visit had finally arrived at End Town.

I had completely lost track of time, and after greeting all of them and showing them to their barracks, I went home quickly to prepare myself to pick up Lord Reinar, who was supposed to start studying alchemy with me when the knights arrived.

The princess, of course, wanted to go with me, prompting the maid Carli to say that she would go too, and before it could get too late, I used "teleport" and brought ourselves to the City of Glorya.

After making it to the Sephyr’s residence, we were greeted by the maids, along with Triana and Reinar. But before we could leave, the duke’s family wanted to have some tea with us, and since I had to rest a little for my MP to recover, we spent a bit of time hanging out with them before we could go back.

With the pleasantries over, the group gathered together again, with Reinar joining us, and used my teleport again to bring us back to the entrance of End Town. freёweɓnovel.com

Our first stop was home since I wanted Reinar to leave his belongings in his room before we showed him around town. As we made our way inside, Gina greeted us and told us that a letter had arrived on the delivery tablet.

It was for the princess, and the senders were none other than the King and Queen Sephyr. In it, they expressed how proud they were of their daughter and that they missed her dearly in the castle.

They had also talked to the Duke, now aware that Reinar would be arriving in town around this time, and asked her to help me keep everyone safe. The princess smiled and said she would write them a letter while I gave Reinar a tour.

Noticing that she wanted to spend some time alone to gather her thoughts and write the letter to her parents, we all agreed and left the house while she stayed with Carli.

Reinar was nervous at first, and understandably so. The child had grown up thinking that this area of the country was extremely dangerous to the point where not even adventurers dared to travel.

But seeing the amount of life that was bursting throughout End Town, the shadow dogs helping the villagers with menial tasks and playing with the children, the stalls filled with exotic fruits and veggies, and the stores selling high-quality fabrics and potions for cheap prices, he wondered aloud how in the world could someone build something so beautiful in such a remote place.

I saw Reinar smiling and told him to take it all in, as our training wouldn’t take place in town anyways but deep in the forest. He looked at me with dead eyes and a horrified expression, so I tried convincing him that it wasn’t as bad as it sounded, but my efforts were in vain.

("I guess confronting his fears will be the first lesson...")