42 Days of Scavenging

Since magic exists in this world, it should also be involved in things like taking things out of thin air.

The little robot tested it out and received an affirmative answer.

I felt happy all over.

Great! Now we don't have to hide when picking up trash in this world anymore, and our efficiency will definitely be much higher.

I wonder what kind of new trash the new world will have.

That fireball was so interesting!

Hmm... should it be sorted into the energy waste category or the hazardous waste category?

The little robot walked slowly and cautiously, observing its surroundings with great interest, and Bill Conrad dared not raise any objections.

However, they didn't walk for long before the little robot saw a gray wall in front of them that looked like a Western Gothic building.

At the same time, Bill Conrad said, "Sir, we have arrived in Joel County."

The gray wall is at least four meters high, and you can still see the pointed roofs of some tall buildings in the city.

Looking down, you can see the city gates with several lines of people.

There were guards at the city gate who checked from time to time, but I didn't see any collection of city fees or similar activities.

The little robot's gaze fell on the people queuing to enter the city.

These people mostly resembled Bill Conrad standing next to him, with skin tones ranging from light to dark and hair colors of various shades.

Besides their appearance, their clothing also differs significantly.

The most common clothing was old, worn, and thin; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they were wearing burlap sacks. In fact, if the burlap sacks were relatively new, their clothes were even worse than the sacks themselves. Some children were completely naked, placed in wooden tubs by adults as a form of shelter from the wind and to cover their shame.

However, not everyone lives such a simple life.

Others were dressed much better, with fabrics that, in terms of color, craftsmanship, and even quantity, created a stark contrast to the previous attire.

These people were equipped with weapons to varying degrees.

Some were even wearing armor, and with the little robot's keen eyesight, one could even see subtle traces of blood in the armor.

The little robot couldn't help but glance at them again.

Bill Conrad led the little robot toward the city gate entrance, taking out a delicate, small badge with intricate patterns and wearing it on his chest as he went.

This is his magic apprentice badge.

Bill Conrad was very proud of it and cherished it, usually keeping it carefully and only taking it out to wear when needed.

When the badge was revealed, passersby all looked on with envy.

Oh no, it was the group carrying weapons who were truly envious. The simply dressed people, upon seeing the badge, immediately lowered their heads and took a large step back.

Some of the more timid ones remained standing still, hunched over, until Bill Conrad and the little robot had walked away before they dared to straighten up and continue their actions.

This is the prestige a mage enjoys among the people.

Bill Conrad, wearing the badge, didn't even glance at the queue and walked straight toward the city gate.

The guards who were about to intercept him suddenly saw the badge, stopped in their tracks, and bowed respectfully: "Greetings, Master Mage!"

As for Najib, who was following Bill Conrad, the guards made no attempt to stop him.

What a joke! Although there were no identifying marks on him, someone who could be led around with such respect by a great mage couldn't possibly be just an ordinary commoner!

If they couldn't even see this obvious thing, how could they have stayed in the position of guarding the city gate for so long? They would have been beaten to death by those ill-tempered nobles long ago.

Seeing that neither the guards nor Bill Conrad intended to ask him to show any proof, the little robot felt a little relieved and followed them into the city.

Needless to say, the reason Bill Conrad didn't allow the little robots to wear the wizard's badge was because he didn't dare.

That's a Grand Magister!

How can you not believe in abilities witnessed firsthand?! Forget about badges; even if this person has a good temper, they shouldn't be so audacious!

Moreover, who knows what secret operation a Grand Magister might be carrying out in their small town? They haven't mentioned it, so what if they rashly reveal the other party's identity and disrupt the adults' plans?

Surely the adults couldn't possibly be unaware?

What a joke! That's a Grand Magister, how could he not know something as trivial as a mage's badge?

In short, Bill Conrad ultimately had no intention of asking the little robot to take out its badge and wear it as well.

By a twist of fate, the little robot, having solved the first hurdle of the identity problem, found Bill Conrad, wearing the wizard's badge, to be too conspicuous and attract the attention of passersby after entering the city.

Bill Conrad grew up in County Yorkshire, and now that he was a magic apprentice, he was incredibly famous. Countless people tried to chat with him, offer him drinks and food. Even without his badge, eight out of ten passersby knew he was a magic apprentice.

Sure enough, just a few steps inside the city gate, the little robot saw many people greeting Bill Conrad.

"Hey, Bill the Mage, finished your practice today? Want some fire pie? I added some spicy beans, especially since you're a fire mage!"

"Look, isn't this Lord Conrad? Good afternoon!"

"Is Mr. Bill entertaining guests today? May God bless you."

"By the God of Light, Lord Bill, good afternoon. What a lucky day!"

Most passersby who recognized Bill Conrad greeted him, and Bill Conrad himself thoroughly enjoyed being fawned over. If it weren't for his rationality telling him that there were important people around him, he would probably have been as proud as ever, with his chin held up at a ninety-degree angle.

Seeing how much attention he was receiving, the little robot, who had just arrived in this world and needed to keep a low profile, decided to separate from him.

"Thank you for showing me the way. I can manage on my own from now on."

Bill Conrad waved his hand repeatedly, standing respectfully in place to watch the little robot leave.

As for following him or something, he didn't even dare to entertain that thought.

Once it lost its source of attention, the little robot, with no distinguishing features, quickly blended into the crowd of passersby.

Although the clothes were nice, some nobles or adventurers liked to dress very extravagantly, and the little robot was much more normal compared to them.

Needless to say, his hair comes in all colors, and his white hair is no exception.

At most, his decent looks might attract a few more glances, but it's much better than what happened next to Bill Conrad.

He strolled slowly along the main road, his gaze constantly falling on the houses and shops on both sides of the street.

The business here has developed quite freely, with all kinds of shops. The streets are relatively clean, although you can still see some dirt and untreated sewage in the corners. There isn't much garbage in other areas, and you can only see a few bits and pieces occasionally.

Before the little robot could even begin its task of picking up the trash, a child carrying a small ceramic jar ran over quickly and skillfully collected the trash into his jar.

They were looking around anxiously, as if afraid of being robbed.

Looking around, sure enough, there were several other children dressed similarly, looking annoyed and regretful for not running fast enough.

The little robot pursed its lips.

I'm starting to feel a little worried about my working conditions in this world.

Fortunately, he was prepared.

As the robot continued its stroll, it began to focus more on the shops outside of restaurants and bars.

He wanted to see how to earn the world's currency.

This is the experience the little robot gained from the previous world. He can open a shop, buy all kinds of garbage, recycle them, and then put them out to see if any humans are willing to sell them.

Of course, the little robot felt the chances of the latter were quite high. After all, based on its experience in the two previous worlds, the things it recycled were quite popular with them.

The money from selling the waste is used to buy even more waste, thus creating a closed loop.

He can then expand his scope of work!

The thought of so much trash being recycled and reused, saving resources and reducing waste, makes the little robot's heart flutter with joy.

After walking for a while, the little robot's eyes lit up.

He found a store that seemed to meet his requirements.

The shop had a sign in New World script that read something like "rare goods". People coming and going either went in empty-handed to buy things or came out empty-handed, but with smiles on their faces.

He wasn't worried about misinterpreting the meaning of the JSG text. After all, there are so many planets in interstellar space, and their languages ​​and writing systems aren't all standardized. Therefore, they naturally have corresponding programs that can quickly deduce and learn new languages ​​and writing systems based on existing language or script.

The more you hear, the lower your error rate.

Bill Conrad had said countless words along the way, and the little robot had already absorbed all the information from all the words it had seen upon entering the town.

After watching for a moment at the store entrance, the little robot went inside.

Upon entering, the little robot noticed all sorts of things on the shelves against the wall.

There were natural objects such as stones, branches, and animal bones, as well as man-made objects such as colored liquids, books, and swords. He even saw several cages containing live animals, including a rat with rabbit ears, a snake that looked like a candied hawthorn, and several four-legged animals.

Anyway, I don't recognize any of the little robots.

Upon seeing the little robot enter, a red-haired boy soon came to greet it.

"Good afternoon, sir. What would you like to look at?"

The little robot shook its head: "I don't want to buy anything. Do you accept this here?"

As he spoke, he took out a round, white object that was slightly larger than his fist.

It was an electric light.

To be precise, it is a portable solar-powered light that has been repaired and modified by a small robot.

It doesn't need to be connected to a power cord. It has a hook at the top, so you can hang it anywhere. Just press the switch, and it will emit a bright light.

And just as its name suggests, it only needs to be placed on the windowsill during the day to receive sunlight, or even during the daytime, it can absorb energy and convert it into electrical energy, resulting in a very strong battery life.

The reason I brought this out is that the little robot noticed along its journey that it didn't see any electric lights or similar lighting in any of the shops.

There were kerosene lamps, but even more so, there were candles.

The little robot didn't see any wires either.

He knew that there was probably no such thing as "electricity" in the world.

So, this light bulb of mine should be considered a "rare commodity," right?

Sure enough, the red-haired shop assistant was initially puzzled by the strange-looking thing, but when he saw the little robot light up instantly after gently pressing the switch, he was immediately invigorated!

Before he could say anything, the shop owner, attracted by the bright light, rushed over.

"Oh my God! My God of Light! Is this...is this the divine light you have bestowed?! How pure and dazzling it is!!!"

The shop owner repeatedly made prayer gestures towards it.