Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

"I've stated my terms..." Roy smiled and handed Histor a notebook.

"This is……"

Histor took the notebook as if it were a treasure. Although there weren't many pages written on it, it felt heavy in his hands.

That is the weight of knowledge.

He originally thought the notes would contain only the most demanding information, such as collecting the blood of hundreds of creatures.

So when Histor understood the contents of the notes, a mix of surprise and suspicion welled up inside him.

Surprisingly, these methods are so simple that anyone could do them.

The suspicion is that such a simple, somewhat nonsensical operation might have been made up by Roy.

"Consuming 150 grams of blue bamboo shoots daily for three consecutive days can improve physical condition; this can be done a total of three times..."

"Eating the caps of 26 crescent-shaped mushrooms in one day..."

"And there's also 'Sunset Grass,' which, after being juiced, contains 1 liter of liquid that makes you hold your urine for thirty minutes when you need to urinate. What kind of weird stuff is this?"

"The strangest thing is this..."

Histor's gaze fell on a line in the notebook.

Some marked stones were placed on the back mountain. These were the kings of stones. Practicing weightlifting with these stones could quickly improve strength. If one could lift the stones up and down the mountain, both physical fitness and strength would improve rapidly.

"The Stone King?"

He strongly suspected that Roy was taking advantage of his lack of knowledge about the wizarding world and was trying to fool him with lies.

Even in the magical wizarding world, there shouldn't be something like the Stone King, right?

"I've piled all those stones at the foot of the mountain," Roy thoughtfully added.

Because of Soraya, Histor forbids anyone from going to the back of the mountain, not even himself; he can only go to the foot of the mountain once.

His action showed that he was quite considerate of others.

"As for the plants mentioned in the notes, they can be purchased everywhere," Roy continued. "However, the Cyclops Eye only grows in Hilna Mountain near our Lanxi Town..."

"I will definitely buy it at a high price." Before Roy could finish speaking, Histor immediately swore.

"...You believe it?" Roy also felt that the records in the notebook were outrageous.

"I believe you." Histor nodded emphatically, thinking to himself that he would send some men to test the waters first. At worst, he would get nothing, but sending out a set of armor and a horse would not be a big loss.

"I didn't expect you to trust me so much," Roy said, touched. "Without further ado, let's have someone measure my body now."

"Of course," Histor said, ringing a bell to call the old butler in.

"Solo, bring me a measuring tape, then have someone send the measurements to Dragonfang Town and have them make a Dragonfang-style plate armor," he ordered.

Other blacksmiths had also learned the crafting method of Dragon Tooth Plate Armor to varying degrees, but those in Dragon Tooth Town were the most proficient.

The old butler took a measuring tape and measured more than a dozen measurements, including chest circumference, waist circumference, and arm length. He then used a wooden strip to measure shoulder width and hip width. Just as he was about to leave, Histor called him back.

He respectfully said to Roy, "Sir, the forging process for plate armor can be quite lengthy."

"How long?" Roy asked.

"To achieve perfection!" Hist held up one finger.

"This has taken too long," Roy said, frowning.

It would be a huge waste to waste a year just for a piece of plate armor.

"Let's use the plate armor we made. It won't fit perfectly, but at least it'll work."

Upon hearing his words, Histor glanced at Roy's physique from head to toe.

Although not tall, he had a straight back, broad shoulders that tapered down to a neat, narrow waist, and muscles that were perfectly proportioned and full, suggesting that he indeed possessed armor that suited his physique.

"That's not a good idea, you're a formal knight." Histor flattered, intending that only a custom-made item could reflect Roy's status and position.

"It's alright," Roy waved his hand and said, "How about this, take one ready-made set first, and then order another set. Have them make it as soon as possible, preferably within six months."

These words fully reveal the exploitative nature of capitalists.

He knew that with enough pressure and incentives, reducing the forging cycle by a quarter, let alone half, would be a simple matter of a few words.

"I'll tell them to build it within three months!" Hist assured them.

Roy smiled with satisfaction and walked out of the study.

The moment the door creaked shut, Histor's face suddenly turned ashen.

The old butler noticed this emotional shift and was about to tactfully leave when Histor called him back.

"Wait a moment." He quickly copied the materials from his notes and handed the old butler a papyrus sheet. "Besides sending someone to Dragontooth Town, collect everything on this sheet... Hmm, collect 10 pounds first."

"Understood, sir." The old butler acknowledged the order and left, leaving Historian all alone in the study. The more he looked at the contents of the notes, the more his brows furrowed.

These words are so illogical, it's as if they were written in a dream.

But the precise numbers, such as "physical fitness improved by 0.1", made him somewhat believe it.

After all, the Power Slab they use measures physical fitness and strength using numbers.

His current hope is that Roy won't be so unethical as to deceive him with a piece of waste paper, making him waste his time and money.

……

Transporting the plate armor would take time, so Roy stayed in Soraya's hut, sometimes reviewing what he would learn after becoming an apprentice, and sometimes testing the functions of the mortician.

Even though he had become a bodyguard for the dead, Roy still habitually called him the doctor for the dead.

He opened the small door on the cadaver's chest and looked inside. The blood and organs inside the body had been hollowed out, replaced by a sophisticated gear transmission device and a complex network of wires.

Clearly, gear transmission cannot support such a robot; circuitry is the foundation for its movement and information transmission.

There is a small hole in its abdomen, just big enough to fit a magic stone, whether it is low-grade, medium-grade, or high-grade. The higher the quality of the stone, the faster the Dead Doctor's magic power will recover; otherwise, it can only rely on natural recovery.

Roy had a thought and asked, "How long does it take for magic to naturally recover after it's been depleted?"

The mortal doctor was silent for a brief moment before replying, "Measuring the current environmental magic concentration, in prediction... Prediction time: 60 hourglass time."

Hourglass time is a unit of measurement in the Wizarding World, equivalent to one hour.

A 60W hourglass lasts for less than 70 years.

Natural recovery is definitely out of the question; the only option is to borrow some magic stones.

I'm already so indebted I can't take it anymore.

Roy entered the cabin, pondering how to ask his beloved and beautiful Miss Soraya for money.

A sharp squeaking sound, like that of a mouse, pierced through the only sound in the room: the turning of pages.

There was only one mouse in the small house; its identity was obvious.

"Algiers?"

In his memory, Algier had never screamed so loudly, and the scream was filled with anger. It could be said that it rarely even made a soft squeak.

It was a calm white mouse.

The previous Magic Tower was also very efficient to complete; even the most difficult moving maze only took five or six hours.

There's also the requirement to draw the first layer in one stroke. It seems the contractor felt Roy's original design was too simple, so they improved it by adding a new item—drawing the pattern carved on the stone slab in one stroke, with the starting point and the ending point being the same.

On Earth, this type of diagram is called an Euler diagram.

Algeria also passed through very quickly.

To this, Roy could only give a thumbs up and jokingly say that its soul might have been replaced by a wise man.

This is a joke about the fact that he transmigrated and took over the original owner's body.

At this moment, Algier's hair stood on end, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a deranged, mentally ill rat, recklessly crashing into the glass next to him.