Vincent watches as the servant tending the small farm with a smile on his face. Most of the people coming with him do not have anything to do, so Alfred asks them to tend the farm. Lucky for him, they know how to farm because of their commoner background.
Combining it with the fact that he provided steel tools made farming easier. The commoners in this world still use wooden tools for farming, but with steel tools, they can farm without too many problems.
When he sees Alfred take care of everything, he walks to his castle to think. When he arrives at his office, he takes out a parchment and a quill. He thinks for a few seconds before writing down all the things he needs to buy.
His primary goal remains unchanged—he needs a magic item that can produce clean water. Without it, his efforts to revive Juras Barony's farmland would have been for nothing. But he knows that he cannot afford to stop there. If he is making the journey to a world where magic flourishes, he must take full advantage of the opportunity.
He dips his quill into the ink and begins writing.
The first priority is a water-producing artifact. It must be efficient, requiring little to no maintenance, and capable of providing enough water to irrigate his farmland and sustain his people. He considers enchanted wells, elemental cores that draw moisture from the air, or even a self-replenishing basin enchanted by a water spirit. He does not care about its form as long as it fulfills the need.
Next, he notes the need for a magical soil enhancer. The land in Juras Barony has suffered from years of neglect, and its soil is dry and barren. No amount of effort will yield a harvest if the very ground refuses to nourish crops. He must find an alchemical fertilizer, an enchanted talisman to restore the earth's vitality or a druidic artifact that encourages plant growth. He has magic for it, but it will take a long time before he can change the entire land. An alchemical fertilizer will be perfect for this.
Weather control comes next. He cannot rely on natural rainfall alone. If droughts strike or unexpected storms threaten his crops, he will need a way to regulate the conditions. Perhaps an artifact capable of summoning gentle rain when necessary or controlling the wind to maintain stable temperatures. He has heard of ancient raincaller stones and skyward rods that balance the climate in this world, but he doesn't know if there is one in the other worlds—he will need to see if such things can be purchased. This will be hard to get but if he can get one, why not?
Then comes storage and preservation. Even if his land begins to produce crops, they will be useless if they spoil before they can be used or traded. He writes down enchanted storage solutions—perhaps a stasis chest that halts decay, cold storage runes to keep food fresh without the need for ice, or preservation seals to ensure his grain and fruits remain viable long after harvest. He can store them in his inventory, but he wants one where the other does not need to rely on himself for preservation.
He pauses, considering transportation. If he is to move goods efficiently, he will need something beyond normal carts and horses. He writes down the possibility of magical wagons imbued with weight-reduction enchantments, tamed beasts bred for heavy labor, or perhaps even a floating platform capable of carrying large loads across rough terrain. With this, he can create a merchant group that will work under him.
With the essentials outlined, he turns his attention to tools. His farmers will need plows, scythes, and other equipment, but ordinary ones may not be enough. He writes down enchanted farming tools—scythes that never dull, plows that till soil effortlessly, and mana-infused seed spreaders that ensure crops are evenly planted.
The current one is great, but it will wear down after a long time of use. Enchanted tools will be great to have.
But tools alone will not secure his land. He will also need protection. He writes down defensive runes, wards to keep monsters at bay, and alarm enchantments to detect intruders. Even a minor barrier stone could make the difference. They are lucky not to have any bandits or monsters attacking them, but that will change soon when the news of their success reaches others.
His mind shifts to long-term gains. If he is to build a prosperous barony, he will need to grow more than just common crops. He adds to the list—seeds for medicinal herbs, potion ingredients, and exotic spices that could become valuable trade goods. If he finds the right connections, this venture could yield more than just food; it could bring him wealth.
Finally, he writes down knowledge. Books, scrolls, and blueprints. He needs magical farming techniques, irrigation schematics, and anything that could teach his people how to manage the land more effectively. He can buy tools, but knowledge is the key to true sustainability.
Vincent sets the quill down, studying the list carefully. It is ambitious, but every item has a purpose. He allows himself a small, satisfied nod before rolling the parchment and tucking it away. Now, all that remains is finding the right world to supply him with what he needs.
As Vincent stands in the quiet solitude of his study, the parchment clenched in his hand, he lets his mind wander. He needs a world where magic is not just a privilege of the elite but an everyday tool, where even the simplest commoner has access to spells and enchanted tools that make life easier. A world where agriculture has advanced beyond the limitations of the land itself, where food shortages and barren fields are unheard of because magic compensates for nature's flaws.
He envisioned a world where even farmers could buy magic items for their farms—where irrigation systems channel water through enchanted aqueducts—and where storage houses preserve food indefinitely with the simplest of runes.
With a deep breath, Vincent extends his will outward, using his power to take him to another world. The space around him quivers as reality bends to his command. A familiar sensation grips him—a slight pulling at his very being, as if the universe itself is acknowledging his request.
The air distorts, colors blending together in a swirl of kaleidoscope color. He steps forward without hesitation. The moment his foot crosses the threshold, he is no longer in his study.
Instead, he finds himself standing in a vast countryside, stretching endlessly beneath a sky illuminated by twin suns. The scent of fresh soil fills his lungs, mixed with the crisp, clean air that hints at magic's presence in every breath. Around him, fields of lush golden wheat sway in perfect unison, untouched by pests or disease. Small glowing runes are embedded in the soil, pulsating faintly as they nourish the crops.
In the distance, farmers clad in simple robes move about with ease, their hands glowing with magical energy as they tend to the fields. One waves his palm over a section of land, and Vincent watches as newly planted seeds sprout in mere seconds, growing into full stalks of grain within moments. Another murmurs a spell, and an invisible force lifts a basket filled with vegetables, floating gently toward an enchanted wagon waiting at the side of the road.
Everything here is as he imagined—a world where magic is so deeply integrated into agriculture that farming itself has become a near-effortless process.
Vincent allows himself a small smirk. This world has exactly what he needs. Now, it's time to find the right merchant to make his purchases.