With a single thought, he withdrew the Plant Breathing Scroll.
Unrolling it, he found detailed instructions on how to cultivate the method. It was divided into ten tiers.
The highest Knight tier he had ever heard of was Tier 6.
But this scroll went beyond, Tier 10.
"If I master this... I could surpass every knight in both kingdoms."
He examined the tiers further. Each one had a corresponding potion formula designed to accelerate cultivation speed by three to four times.
Aaron immediately realized how precious the scroll was.
With it, he could not only cultivate his own strength, but also train knights under his command. And if his soldiers performed well, he could help them advance even further.
For now, he stored the scroll safely in his storage bag,
planning to copy it later for distribution.
Then he remembered, he still had crates of apples.
Without hesitation, he turned to Kelly, who was standing nearby.
"Kelly, do you want to see magic?"
Kelly blinked, stunned. Beside her, Kathy’s eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Lord Aaron, are you going to conjure a fireball?
Make us fly? Or make objects vanish into thin air?"
Her words drew the attention of the others.
Rita raised an eyebrow. She respected Lord Aaron’s strength, but magic? That seemed far-fetched.
Rina wore the same skeptical look.
Captain Monga, however, had a thoughtful expression.
He had seen performers use sleight-of-hand tricks before.
Aaron glanced around, noting their reactions.
Most weren’t taking him seriously.
With a mischievous smile, he pointed to the ground and declared, "Abra! Dabra! A crate filled with apples, appear!"
And with a single thought, he withdrew a crate of apples from his inventory.
Kathy gasped, eyes wide. Kelly stepped back, shocked. Rita and Rina’s jaws dropped, speechless.
Captain Monga exclaimed, "Holy Light! This... this... how can this be possible?"
He turned to Aaron, stammering, "L-Lord Aaron... you know real magic?"
Aaron looked at the crate filled with apples and estimated it held nearly ten kilograms. He picked one up, inhaling its fresh, sweet scent, then took a bite. The taste was crisp and sugary, so good he immediately took another.
Smiling, he raised his hand again and declared, "Abra! Dabra! A crate filled with oranges, appear!"
With that, he summoned a crate of oranges from his inventory.
The crew was stunned. Lord Aaron had become even more mysterious than before.
Aaron picked up an orange and turned to Captain Monga, who stood frozen in disbelief.
"Captain Monga, once we dock, distribute these to everyone on the ship."
Captain Monga nodded immediately.
Aaron added, "If you want to try them now, go ahead.
See for yourselves if they’re real."
Kathy was the first to grab an apple and an orange. She bit into the apple and her eyes lit up, sweet, juicy, and unlike anything she’d ever tasted.
Kelly picked up an orange and took a bite, only to grimace at the bitter taste.
Aaron chuckled and said, "Kelly, unlike apples, oranges have a skin inside. You need to peel them first."
He demonstrated, carefully peeling the orange and separating a slice. Then he added, "Also, remember to suck out the seeds and spit them out. They can be harmful if swallowed. Same goes for apples, the black seeds in the center are poisonous."
The others nodded in understanding, watching Aaron eat with ease.
Meanwhile, Kelly blushed deeply, her cheeks turning red. As the daughter of a merchant, she had tasted many fruits before, but this was the first time she’d made such a mistake.
After Aaron’s demonstration, she peeled her orange,
sucked out the seeds, and spat them into the Blue Sea.
Then she took a bite.
Her eyes widened. A burst of sour and sweet flavor filled her mouth, a taste she had never experienced before.
Rita, Rina, the younger girls, Captain Monga, and the other sailors also tried the fruits. They were amazed, not just by the taste, but by the magic Lord Aaron wielded so effortlessly.
After landing, Aaron once again activated the map system.
This time, alongside natural resources, he spotted several rare herbs:
- Yellow Wood Mushroom
He retrieved the Plant Breathing Scroll from his space ring and checked the ingredients required for the Tier 1 potion:
Aaron scanned the map again, none of these plants were present. The names were unfamiliar, and he felt a growing sense of confusion. "I’ve never even heard of these before..."
However, he noticed something else, the number of red dots representing wild animals was far greater than in previous regions.
But since they weren’t leaving anytime soon, and the animals were only Level 1, he decided not to hunt them. They would yield the same experience as the Level 1 Blue Fish, not worth the effort.
Aaron sat quietly, watching his people eat. Just then, Torvald approached.
"Aaron, I heard you can perform real magic."
Aaron nodded, "Indeed. I just hadn’t had the chance to show you before."
Torvald’s eyes widened, "If you showed your magic to Lord Alaric, he might hire you as a personal retainer. You could even perform in the royal palace!"
Aaron waved dismissively, "Torvald, I don’t want to be a clown entertaining someone.
I’d rather have clowns performing under me."
Torvald blinked, then nodded slowly. "Of course... someone like you wouldn’t settle for that."
Curious, he asked, "Aaron, what kind of magic can you do?"
Aaron smirked, "It’s a secret."
He took a bite of his apple, making Torvald’s face twitch in frustration.
Aaron chuckled, "Well, Torvald... the fruit you’re eating? I conjured it myself."
He lied effortlessly, his expression unreadable.
Torvald’s eyes lit up, "Can you show me?"
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The others had been listening in. When they heard that Lord Aaron was about to perform magic again, they gathered around, eager to see what he’d conjure this time.
Aaron clapped his hands and declared:
"Abra! Dabra! A box filled with candles, appear!"
With a flick of thought, he withdrew a wooden box filled with candles from his inventory.
Torvald was stunned. His mind reeled ,everything he thought he knew about magic, about reality, suddenly felt... incomplete.