Morning.
Charles left the manor and arrived at one of his small farms outside the city.
This place had become Charles's rat farm, and he had been raising them for over half a month.
Here, Charles had bred at least two hundred little rats.
At the manor, three farmers were responsible for preparing food for the rats every day.
Though raising rats was an excuse, Charles was not simply doing it for amusement.
"Sir, the food is ready!"
The farmer looked at Charles with reverence as he set the prepared feed to one side.
"Well done!"
"Take this money. Go back and buy the children something to eat, let them build up their strength."
Charles looked approvingly at the farmer, casually took out several gold coins, and handed them over.
"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!" The farmer excitedly dropped to his knees.
With a stir of Charles's spiritual power, the farmer was lifted back to his feet.
To Charles, gold coins were nothing. A single Magic Stone could be exchanged for quite a few of them.
But to ordinary people, one gold coin was enough to feed a family for one or two months.
The disparity in this world was just that immense.
Charles was very generous toward farmers.
He did not treat them the way he treated other wizards.
It felt much like Loran's attitude toward Charles.
Loran could casually give Charles plenty of eyeballs for cultivation.
Perhaps those low-grade eyeballs meant to her what the gold coins Charles casually gave to farmers meant to him.
Gold coins bought the farmers' boundless gratitude. If he could help a little, then he would help a little.
Having come to this world for so long, he had already discovered that it was somewhat distorted.
But Charles was insignificant and weak;