I Created Scientific Magic-Chapter 485 - 457

And last night, the price had already dropped to the lowest point in the kingdom's history for grain, ten kilograms for a copper coin!

Viscounts like Ske and other nobles simply could not accept this laughable price tag, which meant their current assets would shrink to one five-thousandth of their previous value in an instant!

Bell's voice was even a hoarse roar.

"This is a blatant provocation, it's war!"

"Where are their granaries? I want to send someone over to burn all those wizards' grain right away!"

The nobles present were engulfed in rage, ready to overturn the kingdom.

"Burn my ass!" Heerde cursed angrily, throwing a wet blanket on everyone's fervor.

Five thousand tons of grain spread across more than forty cities in the kingdom, not only heavily guarded, but also no shortage of wizards in each town—what were they going to burn?

Did they really think wizards didn't know how to use magic to extinguish fires?

Indeed, they could not only conjure up large amounts of water out of thin air, but they could even easily summon torrential rain and lightning!

Remembering the scene from a year ago, when someone in the capital had called winds and summoned terrifying thunderstorms with a wave of their hand, Heerde was overtaken by unspeakable fear. He regretted why he had heeded Mortan's words and opposed the wizards with their terrible magic.

Bell, Ske, and others looked toward Mortan with growing hostility in their eyes.

The latter clearly sensed the increasingly subtle atmosphere and said in a cold voice.

"Don't forget, gentlemen, we are all tied together now, my death would do you no good!"

"Now, we only have one way left!"

Having said that, Marquis Mortan obviously paused for a moment before opening his mouth and squeezing out the words through clenched teeth. "And that is to continue... buying grain!"

As long as they could buy out all the grain from the council, the initiative would return to their hands!

"I refuse to believe those wizards have an inexhaustible supply of grain!" Marquis Mortan's booming voice echoed throughout the castle. "Do they think they can conjure up wheat out of thin air with magic?"

The wizards had occupied the southern and central regions of the kingdom for just over a year, and even if they had started cultivating the land from that time, how much grain could they have grown?

Mortan firmly believed that these five thousand tons of wheat must be the council's last stock, now released in one go to frighten them off!

The news from the workshops must also have been deliberately released to disrupt their ranks!

After all, he had never heard of such "night snacks," how could those wizards suddenly be so generous, in times of food scarcity, to let the laborers have an extra meal?

It had to be a deliberate ploy to confuse them!

Under Mortan's analysis, Bell and others clung to it as if it were their last lifeline, whether they were willing to believe it or not, it had to be true!

But soon everyone realized another problem.

Buying five thousand tons of grain at the current price is a whole two hundred and fifty thousand Imperial Gold Coins!

This was going to cost them their lives!

Now, everyone's property was either already mortgaged, or spent clean buying grain previously, where to find so much money?

Thinking of this, Heerde and others all started to beat a retreat.

Mortan knew that if he did not set an example, the Noble Alliance would disintegrate today, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Mortgage my manor, that should get us twenty thousand Imperial Gold Coins!"

"Gentlemen, we have arrived at a matter of life and death!" "Think about it, just get over this hurdle, and the grain in our hands can be exchanged for endless wealth, but if we fall, our family's generations of accumulation will be reduced to ashes..."

Amidst Mortan's rallying cries, the nobles present began, very reluctantly, to liquidate their remaining few assets; after all, taking a step back now meant an abyss, but one step forward might mean gaining everything!

They had no choice but to take this gamble!

About half an hour later, over forty nobles, with great difficulty, managed to scrape together the 250,000 Gold Coins using land deeds. Mortan immediately had his trusted aides take the airship to the major cities of the kingdom to buy up all 5,000 tons of grain!

After relinquishing the last of their wealth, not a single noble left the secret chamber; everyone was anxiously waiting for news to arrive.

They waited for an entire hour before a trusted aide finally entered from outside the door.

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"How did it go? Has the capital started to fall into chaos?" Heerde and the others immediately surrounded him, unable to hide their impatience as they asked.

Mortan, however, understood that it had only been an hour, and his aides who were sent to purchase grain in various parts of the kingdom should still be on their way.

It was possible that the wizards could no longer hold out and were planning to negotiate with them...

The trusted aide who came to report did not answer the questions of the crowd but trembled as he handed over a newspaper. "Lord Mortan, this is today's 'Magic Daily'..."

Seeing the fear in the aide's face, a sense of unease surged in Mortan's heart. He snatched the 'Magic Daily' from the aide's hand and started to read.

Upon seeing the conspicuous, enlarged headline on the front page, Mortan's pupils constricted, his blood rushed uncontrollably, and in a moment of pure fury, he fainted on the spot.

"Lord Mortan..."

The nobles present were shocked, and Bell was the first to grab the 'Magic Daily', after glancing through it, a chill ran up his spine, and he shouted in terror,

"Quickly, send someone to bring back those in charge of purchasing the grain!"

...

Five minutes earlier, Fire Oil City, within the newly built Wizard College.

Ivina scooped out about ten kilograms of wheat from the wooden crate and, after packing it into a sturdy sack, prepared to leave.

"Are you going to sell the wheat at the granary again?" Monroe, who was engaged in daily prayers in the living room, suddenly opened his eyes and called out to the girl about to leave.

"Yes, those wizards lowered the grain price again yesterday; I think there may be some deeper meaning behind it," Ivina replied smoothly.

"Deeper meaning? It's probably that the council is running low on funds, right?" Monroe said with a sneer.

Thanks to Ivina's secret investigations, he had also 'found out' why the wizards had been able to hold out in this food war up to now!

The council was buying up the scant grain supplies from the impoverished people at extremely low prices to sustain themselves through this great battle for food and to maintain a semblance of dignity!

However, this was merely a temporary solution; it wouldn't last much longer!

Monroe even believed that today would be the day the wizards' true colors would be shown; the 5,000 tons of wheat would probably be their last stock.

Ivina pursed her lips; her thoughts differed from Monroe's, but she also had no intention of arguing. She picked up the ten kilograms of wheat and left the house.

No one stopped her or questioned her on the way, after all, it wasn't her first day selling grain. During this period, many besides the two of them bought and sold wheat.

Many wizards saw this as an opportunity to make a fortune, but without enough space to store the wheat and lacking the financial power to compete with the wealthy merchants and nobles, they typically could only buy low and sell high to make a profit.

By the time Ivina reached the granary, a long queue had formed. Although the council reduced the price of wheat every day, the number of people coming to sell grain kept increasing, contrary to expectation!

This surprised Ivina; after all, the wizards' purchase price was a full 5,000 times lower than the market price!

That meant ten kilograms of wheat sold to the council would only fetch a copper coin, whereas if one were willing to sell to the big grain merchants, it would be worth a whole fifty silver coins!

After maintaining silence for almost a month, Ivina finally couldn't help but ask.

Upon hearing the girl's question, the villagers gathered in front of the granary looked at Ivina with extremely envious eyes. Just as the girl was about to ask again, Susan, wrapped in rags and holding a small amount of old grain, sighed and said,

"You've never experienced a famine before, have you, Wizard?"