I Created Scientific Magic

Chapter 94: Chapter 83: The Other Side of the World

“So, it was like that? I’ve learned something new.”

Lea’s gaze towards Lynn became somewhat strange. He strongly suspected that the other party had been a sheriff before crossing the sea to the Wizard Land, otherwise how could he be more skilled than himself in investigating clues?

“Here are five magic Gold Coins, please give them to Ralph’s family.” Lynn took out some magic Gold Coins from his pocket and handed them to Darren.

Since it was highly probable that Ralph had been attacked because of the airship, he naturally had to make some response, otherwise who would be willing to help him in the future?

However, the matter of the investigation could ultimately only be entrusted to Lea, who was a sheriff.

After all, he didn’t have his own intelligence agents, he didn’t know which apprentices met the specified criteria, and he certainly couldn’t follow and investigate each one individually.

Only now did Lynn realize that despite having gained a fair amount of fame in the last half month, he actually had very few people at his disposal, making gathering information somewhat difficult.

In light of this, Lynn could only helplessly remind Darren, Lydia, and the others to be especially careful recently, and to never act alone.

Since the attempt to take Ralph had failed, it was possible that there would be a next move, and a Wizard Apprentice was likely just a pawn.

Having stayed in the alley until noon without finding any more clues, the group had no choice but to disperse. As for the body, it was taken by Lea back to the Sheriff’s Office, hoping to find more clues that he had missed earlier on it.

On the way back to the workshop, Lydia and the others were in very low spirits. The joy they had gained from building the airship and earning a large amount of magic Gold Coins had already dissipated. Still, they followed Lynn’s orders and drained the airship’s gasbag.

Then Lynn personally replaced the hydrogen that filled the airbag with helium.

Both gases could provide the airship with sufficient lift.

However, hydrogen was easy to obtain but highly flammable and explosive. It was only chosen to help Lydia pass Helram’s test.

Beyond that, he had another small concern; if the airship’s design were leaked and someone produced another airship using the same method, it would leave behind a fatal vulnerability.

Just puncture the gasbag and cause the smallest spark, and the contraption would turn into a giant fireball in the sky.

With these thoughts in mind, Lynn stepped out of the workshop, heading back to Yiyeta Academy, when he saw someone waiting at the door whom he had not expected.

“Mr. Laud, do you have something for me?” Lynn halted his steps and looked at the person waiting at the door, asking.

“I do have some news that you might find of interest, Mr. Lynn. Would you care to hear it?” Laud spoke with a hunch in his back, very respectfully, a far cry from the image of a mob boss in charge of hundreds of people, looking more like a noble’s butler.

Lynn stared at Laud for a moment and said indifferently, “Let’s find a quieter place to talk.”

He chose not to return to the academy, for in his eyes, that was not a private place either.

“Please follow me, Mr. Lynn.” A hint of surprise showed on Laud’s face as he quickly gestured to lead the way for Lynn.

The two walked through the streets of the west side and the central square, and after emerging from a narrow alleyway, they arrived at the South City District next to the docks, a place he had never been before.

Lynn looked around, and ever since he stepped into Yiyeta Harbor, he had seen nothing but prosperity and order, but the entire southern district was different. Here, there were only low houses and broken wooden shacks, with most people wearing expressions of numbness and anxiety. For a moment, he even doubted if he had returned to the Sekas Empire.

If there was anything similar to the outside, it was the regularity!

Even though the buildings were old and in disrepair, they were still constructed according to a specific pattern.

“I didn’t expect there to be such a place in Yiyeta,” Lynn said, surprised.

What is this? A slum in the city?

“I think it’s not just Yiyeta; places like this exist in every city on this continent,” Laud said with a sigh, “As long as those noble lords continue to live in luxury, it will always exist.”

Lynn glanced at him, sensing an implied meaning, because Wizard Land had no nobility.

Laud also noticed the insinuation in his words and hurriedly tried to rectify, “Actually, the situation here is much better than within the Sekas Empire. In Yiyeta, very few people starve to death. Theoretically… even the physically handicapped poor can receive enough relief grain to survive.”

“Relief grain? There’s such welfare?” Lynn was very surprised, as entire Wizard Land was just a colossal island, there shouldn’t be much arable land to speak of.

Through Laud’s explanation, Lynn came to understand that all of the grain-producing lands in Wizard Land were created with magic, and those Elemental Wizards even developed special witchcraft for increasing yield, hence the production of grain was twice as high as the outside world.

Dressed in his luxurious robe, Lynn stood out conspicuously in the southern district, quickly drawing all sorts of gazes – of envy, jealousy, or inexplicable… hatred!

But as Lynn’s gaze swept over them, everyone on the streets immediately became submissive and humble.

One man, in particular, caught Lynn’s attention: a man in his thirties with one blind eye, his body disproportionately small on the right and large on the left, and his appearance quite awkward. His right hand’s fingers were like the pointed claws of a monster.

Only after walking some distance did Lynn turn to Laud and inquired, “Who was that just now?”

Could it be that there are half-beast races in this continent as well?

But why had he never heard of them?

Laud hesitated for a moment before responding in a hushed tone.

“That’s a reject…”

“A reject?” Lynn paused for a moment.

“That’s what I’ve heard some Wizards call them,” Laud said quietly, explaining.

“They are products of a magical workshop, associated with a powerful Wizard who is a master of Shaping Magic… anyone can undergo a transformation for just ten magic Gold Coins. It’s said that the success rate is very low, and becoming a reject is considered lucky.”

Of course, reject is just a disdainful term used by Wizards. In reality, such monsters could kill a few ordinary people as easily as butchering chickens and sheep.

And in the southern district, there was no shortage of people who were desperate for power at any cost. In Wizard Land, the majesty of magic is everything; if the transformation is successful, they could skyrocket in status, obtaining power comparable to a proper Wizard!