Wizard Starts Farming With Mini Skeletons
Chapter 106

Chapter 106: Chapter 106

"I don’t know. They tried to force their way into my house and attacked me."

Another nod. "Alright. Start from the beginning and explain everything."

Clayton recounted the entire incident, highlighting how his mini skeletons had defended him and how recklessly the intruders had behaved—ultimately harming themselves.

The officer listened in silence, taking notes without expression.

When Clayton finished, the group briefly examined the bodies on the scene. Their findings confirmed everything Clayton had said—the physical evidence matched his account exactly.

Then one officer returned and asked,"Did you use any spells that involved strangulation? Did you choke either of the victims?"

Clayton shook his head. "No," he said truthfully.

The officer nodded again—but Clayton froze. Something about that question triggered a memory.

"Strangulation...?" he muttered under his breath.

The officer raised an eyebrow but didn’t press. He moved on with the interview, and Clayton, still rattled, answered the next few questions with less confidence. The officer chalked it up to nerves.

Before leaving, the officers gave Clayton a summary of the current situation.

Apparently, several newcomers to Sunlight City had been stirring up chaos. No one knew their exact goal, but they were robbing, murdering, and spreading terror throughout the city.

Clayton was warned to stay alert and avoid unnecessary risks.

He nodded silently.

The officers soon left with the bodies for further investigation, and Clayton was relieved to be free of legal trouble.

Once the commotion died down, Clayton sat in silence, trying to make sense of everything that had just happened.

Eventually, he realized the true source of the searing pain he’d felt earlier—it had come from the nearly-destroyed scroll.

The Scroll of Forty-Eight. A mid-tier, one-star spell scroll that allowed the user to see or experience another person’s memories from the past two days.

The horrific visions he’d witnessed... they hadn’t been hallucinations. They were real memories—belonging to the man he had killed.

Through those memories, Clayton discovered the attackers hadn’t been acting on personal grudges. They were following orders—out of fear. Fear of someone powerful. Someone terrifying.

That’s why they killed so readily. Why they’d targeted random citizens, including Clayton himself.

Their true mission was simple: sow chaos throughout the city.

A chill ran down Clayton’s spine.

He could see it now—Sunlight City was on the verge of collapse. Even if he stayed out of it, there was no guarantee he wouldn’t get pulled back in.

Still, he knew there wasn’t much he could do.

All he could do was stay vigilant and not let fear consume him.

There was a silver lining: the memories he’d absorbed had given him a wealth of new knowledge—especially regarding scrollcraft. From basic magic scrolls to the complex Scroll of Forty-Eight, he now understood the full process.

The discovery excited him. He rushed back into his home, eager to begin his research.

But that excitement faded quickly.

The Scroll of Forty-Eight, he realized, was far too advanced for his current level. Despite being classified as mid-tier and one-star, it was still well beyond his reach.

In the end, he made a decision: start from the beginning.

He went back to the basics, refining his techniques by carefully studying the scrolls he already possessed.

..

Days passed.

Clayton trained relentlessly at home, driven by a singular goal: to grow stronger, fast.

Meanwhile, Sunlight City’s condition deteriorated further. Riots became more frequent, eerily similar to the chaos Clayton had witnessed firsthand.

The signs were clear—a shadowy force was orchestrating everything behind the scenes.

Clayton wanted to warn someone, but he had no connections or influence. Still, he assumed the city’s leaders must already be aware of the situation.

Thanks to the knowledge gained from the Scroll of Forty-Eight and the materials he’d looted, Clayton’s training progressed rapidly.

He finally reached the rank of Three-Star Wizard Apprentice and upgraded the skill linked to his [Divine Experience Bar] to Level 4.

With his power growing, life finally began to calm down.

Once he hit that milestone, Clayton decided to visit the outer ring of the city center to restock supplies. For safety, he brought three of his mini skeletons.

When he arrived, he was immediately unsettled by the massive crowd. It was even busier—and more chaotic—than before.

Was the government really doing nothing?

Trying to ignore the crowd, he went straight to his destination and began asking around for reputable apothecaries.

Along the way, he learned about the three major powers in Sunlight City:

The Bramble Family, who controlled agriculture (like Manager Belly).

The Hammerhead Family, famous for their craftsmanship—including Clayton’s light armor.

The Poppy Family, experts in pharmaceuticals and alchemy.

Clayton decided to visit the Poppy Family estate to purchase alchemical ingredients.

But the moment he saw how complicated—and expensive—the process was, he stepped back. It was clear he needed a solid foundation in alchemy before attempting anything serious.

So instead, he focused on what he knew best—buying components for magic scrolls.

Once he had everything he needed, he began heading home, moving cautiously through the streets.

Then he heard a loud voice shouting.

He turned toward the sound and saw a lively building full of laughter and flirtation. Outside, a plump middle-aged woman was berating a young man.

The man looked frustrated but bowed his head in silence.

Clayton did a double take.

Bravus.

He was surprised—and strangely pleased—to see Bravus reduced to a brothel servant. But it also bothered him that Bravus was still alive.

Clayton frowned. The punishment didn’t fit the crime.

He briefly considered eliminating Bravus quietly—without leaving a trace.

For a while, he stood there, eyes narrowed.

But in the end, he looked away and continued on his path.

Whether he already had a plan... or had simply decided to let it go, even he wasn’t sure.

...

Back at the brothel...

Bravus, still fuming from the scolding, stared out the window and muttered to himself,

"I could’ve sworn I saw someone familiar... or was I just imagining things?"

Before he could think further, the same woman yelled again:

"Bravus! What are you standing around for, you idiot?! Get back to work!"

Bravus rolled his eyes and groaned.

"Yeah, yeah, I’m coming..."