I Sell Bottled Water for Gold in Another World!

"If he is not able to make it rain he is going to lose an arm becauseof it? How cruel!"

Lord Edmund McCoy frowned deeply at the Henrik bet, he was playing with fire, a concerned look could not help but appear on his weathered face.

The eldest son of the Henrik family was quite ruthless and dared to use eight thousand taels of silver as a bet. It was an clear move that spoke volumes about his confidence and his cruelty about winning and his character.

Everyone fell silent after bet not daring to speak, and all eyes turned toward Alex.

The tension in the room was palpable, it was so thick that it was able to be cut with a knife.

Everyone present knew that Henrik was playing a dangerous game of entrapment this time.

Alex had to answer whether he wanted to be trapped or not. There was no escape from this public challenge.

Now that things had escalated to such a dramatic confrontation, if Alex did not answer, he would have to be taken to the prison for interrogation about his origins.

The authorities would demand to know who this mysterious stranger truly was and what gave him the audacity to make such bold claims.

However, if he accepted this wager and failed to pray for rain, he would not only be sent to a cell but would also have an arm severed as punishment. It was a lose-lose situation, carefully crafted to destroy him.

"Like father, like son. The Henrik family patriarch is ruthless and experienced in political maneuvering, and his son Henrik has learned more than a little from him as expected," one of the powerful merchants whispered to his neighbor, careful to keep his voice low enough that the young nobleman would not overhear.

This is a masterful trap, thought another observer. The boy has inherited his father's cunning indeed.

But would Young Master Alex accept the challenge?

In fact many of them want it to be possible that he could make it rain after all he had able to do something impossible like capturing the bandits.

Feeling the intense gaze of everyone gathered in the hall, Alex smiled with remarkable calmness, as though he had not a care in the world. "Since someone has offered me a silver note so generously, what reason would I have to refuse such a gift?"

His voice carried across the room with such confidence that several people exchanged uncertain glances.

Was he truly this assured, or was it merely bravado in the face of certain doom?

"Haha, you are quite brave! Let us see whether you can actually pray for rain the day after tomorrow at noon." Henrik sneered, his lips curling with contempt and anticipated victory.

He rose from his seat and departed with several family servants trailing behind him, their footsteps echoing through the hall.

Fool! I thought you a opponent but...ahh

Henrik thought as he strode toward the exit.

You have just signed your own death warrant. The day after tomorrow, I will watch you lose that arm, and your reputation will be destroyed forever.

"Do not worry,Young Master Alex. If you can pray for rain tomorrow, then I will personally ensure that Henrik honors the wager and delivers the eight thousand silver notes to you. I will seek justice on your behalf." Sheriff Bowen smiled faintly, though his expression betrayed some concern about the situation that had just unfolded.

"Young Master Alex, Sheriff, let us continue eating, otherwise the food will grow cold." Lord Edmund changed the subject diplomatically and gestured for everyone to return to their meals.

Seeing the host speak with such polite words even after the farce of the Henrik, the other guests reluctantly withdrew their attention from Alex and resumed their drinking and eating.

They picked up their forks and goblets, though many continued to cast sidelong glances at the mysterious stranger who had just accepted such an impossible challenge.

Since the host clearly did not wish to dwell on this uncomfortable topic any longer, they would naturally follow his lead. It was only proper etiquette, after all.

"Young Master Alex, can you really pray for rain?" Miss Evelyn whispered urgently in Alex's ear, leaning close so that no one else could overhear their conversation.

"If not I have a plan through which you can have a sure way to escape the situation."

It was clear in her heart better than anyone that the reason Alex and Henrik had developed such a bitter grudge was largely her fault.

She was the catalyst for this dangerous rivalry, and guilt weighed heavily upon her conscience.

As for whether Alex could actually pray for rain, Miss Evelyn remained deeply skeptical and confused.

After all, so many priests and witches had failed to bring rain to Ironhold despite their elaborate rituals and incantations.

What hope did Alex have of succeeding where they had all failed? His chances seemed impossibly remote and vanishingly small.

This is terrible I have to do something I have to ensure that he would be safe, she thought, her mind racing with plans.

It was supposed to be a celebration banquet to honor his victory over the bandits, but I did not expect that wretched Henrik would ruin everything with his petty jealousy.

Miss Evelyn thought to herself, her pretty face showing clear anger and frustration.

Her cheeks had flushed with anger at Henrik, and her hands trembled slightly as she set down her wine goblet angrily.

The reason she could promise to keep Alex safe was because even if the county sheriff sealed the city gates, the McCoy family could still send Alex out through the secret tunnel that had been excavated many years before during a previous crisis. It was a closely guarded family secret, known only to a selected few trusted individuals.

So this was also the reason why she could make such a guarantee to Alex with complete confidence.

"Thank you for your concern, Miss Evelyn. I am still quite confident about this matter of praying for rain." Alex smiled warmly at her, his expression betraying no hint of doubt or fear.

Praying for rain seemed mysterious and almost supernatural to ancient people who lived in this medieval world.

But in the eyes of a modern man like himself, it was just a simple matter of applied science and technology.

Nothing more, nothing less.

They think I am a fraud, let me show you what a man with tech could do in ancient times, Alex mused internally.

If only they knew the truth. What they call miracles, I call engineering.

Miss Evelyn nodded slowly, though uncertainty still clouded her features. "Very well. If Young Master Alex changes his mind at any point, you can tell me immediately. I will arrange for someone to send you out of the city through the hidden passage."

After the eating and drinking concluded, the sun had already reached its zenith in the sky.

Accompanied by his loyal companions Jacob and Nathan, Alex bid farewell to the McCoy estate and began walking through the dusty streets of Ironhold.

"Brother Alex, that is praying for rain we are talking about. Are you really confident you can accomplish such a feat by yourself?" Nathan's face was filled with worry and doubt.

His brow was furrowed with worry and he kept glancing at Alex as they walked.

Praying for rain is something that only gods and immortals can do, is it not?

Could it be that Brother Alex also possessed this kind of divine magical power?

"Do not worry about it. It is just a matter of praying for rain, and it will come quite easily to me." Alex smiled and said nothing more, offering no further explanation.

"All right, if you say so."

Seeing Alex's confident expression, Nathan did not press the matter further and could only choose to believe in his boss abilities.

After all, Nathan reasoned to himself, the county magistrate sent hundreds of men to survey the terrain in the mountains, yet they could not find the bandit's lair. However, my boss located it in just a few days.

Although he did not know what method his boss had used to accomplish such an impossible task, Brother Alex clearly had exceptional abilities that transcended normal human limitations.

Jacob said nothing as usual, but followed Alex like a silent bodyguard whose sole purpose was to protect him from any threats.

His massive frame cast a long shadow on the cobblestones, and his hand never strayed far from the sword at his belt.

Although his mind was not particularly sharp when it came to complex thoughts and strategies, his instincts were remarkably accurate. He possessed an almost animal-like ability to sense danger and opportunity.

Regarding this rain prayer situation, he felt in his gut that Alex was approximately eighty percent certain to succeed.

The young master has never failed before, Jacob thought. I do not believe he will do so now.