Chapter 4

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Chapter 4 of "Wizard Starts Farming With Mini Skeletons" starts the action: Chapter 4 - 4 When Clayton opened the door, he was surprised to find a middle-aged... Find out what happens!

Chapter 4 - 4 When Clayton opened the door, he was surprised to find a middle-aged man with a gentle, polite expression standing at the threshold. The man's face carried a faint melancholy that made Clayton unconsciously feel sympathy—and an unexpected sense of closeness. "Hey, Clayton. Are you doing okay after your father's passing? If not, you can talk to me. I may not have much to offer, but I'll do my best to help. And if you're not comfortable talking to me, you can go to the other uncles. We were all your father's close friends." Hearing those sincere words, Clayton felt overwhelmed. The man's demeanor stood in stark contrast to all the scheming and coldness he'd encountered since waking up in this world. After a moment, he remembered who the man was—Henry, his father's old friend and longtime hunting partner. "Yes, Uncle. I'm doing alright. I'll definitely ask for your help if I run into trouble. Sorry in advance if I end up bothering you," Clayton replied, a bit awkwardly but with genuine respect. "Good to hear. Don't hesitate to come to us—your father was like a brother to me." "Thank you, Uncle. I'll remember that. Oh, by the way—have you had dinner yet? Why not eat with me? I just finished cooking, and there's more than enough." "No need. I just got back from a hunting trip outside the city, and there's still plenty to take care of. The others are busy handling the harvest. I only came to make sure you're okay. And I'm glad you are. We'll share a meal with the others another time." Only then did Clayton notice the dirt and stains on Henry's clothes and body—proof that he had indeed come straight from work. His heart warmed. "Alright, Uncle. I won't keep you. Thanks for checking in on me." Henry nodded and took his leave. Clayton walked him all the way to the end of the road. His heart felt a little lighter—this was the first time he'd felt genuine kindness since arriving in this world. Meanwhile, Henry strolled calmly down the path. But a moment later, a sharp, calculating glint flashed in his eyes. He suddenly froze. "Did he... cook demon grasshopper?" he muttered, uncertain. For a moment, Henry looked confused. ... The next day, Clayton busied himself cleaning the house and sorting through his late father's belongings. Among the piles, he found four inheritances: [High-Level Magical Farming Apprentice's Legacy] [Low-Level Scroll-Making Apprentice's Legacy] [Heaven-Swallowing Whale Body Tempering Technique] [Deep Sea Magic Circuit Training Method] The first had been purchased by his father during his early days on the magic continent, as a means to make a living. The second had recently been recovered from ruins near the city, along with Henry's group. The third—Heaven-Swallowing Whale Body Tempering Technique—was a high-level physical training method for apprentice knights, categorized as black iron grade. His father had acquired it in the mortal world, which had made him a formidable warrior before journeying into the magical realm. The fourth—Deep Sea Magic Circuit Training Method—was a water-element-based magical training technique, popular across the continent. In this world, magical power ranked as follows: Magic Apprentice, True Mage, Mage Master, Grandmaster Mage, and beyond. The apprentice rank ranged from one-star to nine-star, divided as follows: Stars 1–3: Lower tier Stars 4–6: Mid tier Stars 7–9: Upper tier Likewise, training methods and materials were classified by quality: [Black Iron], [Bronze], [Silver], and [Gold]—with gold being the highest. Aside from these legacies, Clayton had very little—just a handful of magic crystals to sustain him for a while. He let out a slow breath. From the outside, it might seem like he had plenty—perhaps even looked well-off. But the truth was far from it. Most residents in this city owned at least two legacies. Four legacies weren't anything exceptional. What impressed Clayton most was how his father had managed to buy a house in the outer-ring district of the city—clearly a strategic location. That alone spoke volumes about his father's foresight. Clayton found himself curious about the man his father had been. If he were still alive, perhaps he would've achieved everything an ordinary man could dream of. The thought also led Clayton to wonder about his mother. But he had no memories of her at all. According to his father, she had been a beautiful and gentle woman who died during childbirth due to dystocia. Thinking about it, Clayton sighed. In both his previous life and this one, he had always been alone. But his thoughts were soon interrupted by the golden wheat fields stretching outside his window. All that remained now was hope. With hard work, he believed he could carve out a good life in this magical world. With renewed determination, Clayton walked out to the fields—only to freeze in shock. Two miniature skeletons stood there, motionless. "Why haven't they disappeared?" he muttered, puzzled. He circled them, prodding and inspecting, but found no clues. Just as he was about to give up, his eyes lit up. He attempted the same summoning ritual as before, and a silver magic circle appeared. Another mini skeleton materialized—while the previous two remained. That wasn't normal. Summoned skeletons typically vanished after a certain time. Yet these stayed. Clayton realized—his skeletons weren't bound by normal summoning limits. Another unexpected bug, perhaps linked to his cheat item. He summoned another skeleton and granted it the Water Gun skill before returning to his chores. But while tending the wheat, Clayton frowned. His Observation and Farming Intuition skills told him something was wrong. Upon closer inspection, he discovered the soil was extremely dry—the wheat was suffering from a lack of water. He looked up. Only thin clouds and bright sun. No sign of recent rain. A mocking voice interrupted his thoughts. "Well, if it isn't Young Master Clayton? Out in the fields this early?" "Look at that gloomy face. Farming's hard, huh? Not used to such lowly work, are you, noble Young Master?" "Need help? Don't worry—it can be arranged... for a price!" The sarcasm stung. "Young Master" was now more insult than title. Clayton recognized the voice—Equus, his horse-faced neighbor. He used to be respectful because of Clayton's father. But now, that courtesy was gone. Equus smiled, thinking his barbs had hit their mark. You had a good father? Fine. But now you're on your own. You'll be out of this city soon enough, he thought. Some nearby villagers glanced over. Some were sympathetic, others laughed, while a few masked their scorn. Like Equus, most harbored envy. But none dared to act too openly—his father's connections could still pose trouble. Equus didn't think that far. He just enjoyed the moment. "A greenhouse flower will never survive the real world," he sneered. The others stayed silent, but their eyes hinted at agreement. After that, Equus left with a satisfied grin, and the onlookers dispersed. Clayton scoffed inwardly. He saw their true colors—but didn't care. Let them wallow in their ignorance. Their underestimation would serve as a shield for now, helping him avoid attention. He refocused on the real issue: the drought. He recalled Manager Belly's strange remarks from the night before. The man's words seemed to carry a deeper meaning... Clayton began to doubt—was this truly a natural disaster... or one orchestrated by human hands?

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