Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

"What's wrong with it?"

Seeing Soraya silently recording data with a serious expression, Roy couldn't help but ask.

—The side effects of bloodline fusion… I didn’t expect that they would only manifest a year later.

"The side effect is that it makes it emotionally unstable?" Roy felt sorry for it; this guy used to be a very docile white rat.

—And that's not all.

Soraya shook her head.

—In the calm phase after venting its anger, its concentration also dropped significantly, and it couldn't even complete the simple tests it had previously performed. One can't help but suspect that its intelligence was also declining at the same time.

Soraya showed a waveform graph of changes in Algeria's intelligence from last year to the present. Because it was quantified into numbers, the trend was clearly visible.

It starts with a smooth, slow ascent, followed by a steep climb. After reaching the peak, it sometimes rises and sometimes falls, but the range is stable, which may just be a deviation that occurred during testing.

And now, a sharp straight line stretches rapidly from top to bottom, proving that its intelligence has returned to the initial stage of the experiment in a short period of time.

It is now basically confirmed that this bloodline fusion will enhance intelligence for a period of time, but eventually, it may cause the organism's intelligence to drop to a level lower than before.

She sighed helplessly.

—So it seems that even if the experiment of transplanting the technology to apprentices is successful, the number of participants will be greatly reduced.

"Huh?" Roy was not surprised by the "significant reduction" but by the fact that a project that could potentially cause dementia still had an audience.

What's the difference between that and dying young?

Soraya gave him a dismissive glance.

Not all wizards crave immortality. Some might say that living for over a hundred years is enough, and they certainly want to continue living, but their greater desire is to leave behind some outstanding contribution.

"And this kind of bloodline fusion that enhances intelligence can greatly increase the likelihood of achieving results," Roy added.

—Exactly. Perhaps a problem that has hindered you for decades in experiments can be easily solved with just one intellectual enhancement. If it were me…

Soraya hesitated for a moment.

—If it were my mentor, she would probably choose to integrate this bloodline.

"If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening..." Roy uttered Confucius' famous quote.

He also gleaned some information from the conversation.

Soraya had not told him her age before; after all, a woman's age is always a secret.

However, one can vaguely infer from her words that she is probably less than a hundred years old.

If nothing unexpected happens, a first-class wizard apprentice has a lifespan of three hundred years, and Soraya hasn't even reached a third of that.

Over the next few days, Roy watched as Algier's figure went from plump to thin, and it even stopped daring to eat its favorite cheese.

"Anorexia caused by rage..."

At the same time, its energy level has also decreased significantly, and it is less prone to outbursts of anger, because it spends far more time sleeping than active.

—It is heading towards its death.

Soraya made a prophecy.

"I'll bet a copper coin and die within three days," Karazhan said with great interest. He had seen gamblers before in Lanxi Town.

"No..." Roy noticed that the water basin next to Algier hadn't dropped at all and made a prediction, "Within two days."

—One day and five hours. Soraya took Algier's blood, conducted some tests, and pronounced the verdict.

Soraya's prediction was extremely accurate. After the hourglass on the table automatically inverted 29 times, Algier finally collapsed to the ground, completely lifeless.

She wrote in her notebook: White Mouse No. 2604 died one year, twenty-seven days, thirteen hours, eight minutes and nine seconds after bloodline fusion.

No one wept bitterly.

In any case, Algias was merely a plaything of the wizard.

Who would be saddened by a toy?

That day, as Roy was studying, Soraya suddenly changed her expression and said:

—The plate armor is finished.

The implication was that he could leave.

Blackwater Territory is not large, but it would take him a long time to wander around the blacksmith shops in various towns in search of suitable metal.

If you're unlucky, it could even take a year.

"Flame, let's go!" This was the new name he gave the mortician; when traveling, one always needed a clear address. "Flame" signified that he only knew the Fireball spell.

Flame followed him stiffly down the mountain, unlike an ordinary person. Roy told him to wait in a secluded spot, then ran to the manor to say goodbye.

Olivier was practicing his swordplay when Roy approached him and said, "Olivier, I'm planning to join the Mercenary Guild as a mercenary to earn some contribution points."

Sensing his massive muscles, Olivier thought he had climbed to a height even greater than his own, but could never have imagined him as a knight.

Genius is truly amazing; it's only been a few months.

His eyes dimmed for a moment, then he thought for a moment, walked back to his room, and took out a tube filled with red liquid from the box.

There was only a dozen milliliters of liquid inside, and Olivier reluctantly handed it to Roy.

"This is pureblood from the Lotl Lion, though not much... You can take it and use it for now. Once you've earned the contribution points, just come back and return it to me."

In his view, it is normal for geniuses to enjoy better treatment and advance faster, especially since Roy is from his hometown.

Roy opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything for a long time.

Is it really appropriate to take a vial of blood from the other person as a farewell?

The key point is that at the Knight level, the boost from this blood is definitely far less than that at the Servant level.

"I...I have blood." Roy pushed away Olivier's gift. "Everyone knows that I have a very good relationship with the lord. Like father...like brother."

"Wait a minute, I was wondering why the lord suddenly gave me his blood." Olivier looked at him suspiciously. "So it was you who did it?"

"It must be because of your outstanding performance, Olivier, and the remarkable talent you've shown that the Lord bestowed your blood upon you. Otherwise, how could my weak words possibly move him?" Roy said solemnly.

Olivier knew his own limitations. Twenty years had passed and he had only achieved so little. Although he had tried hard, success was not something that could be achieved simply through effort.

He had long known that his talent was extremely weak.

Therefore, Roy must have been involved in the matter of Histor bestowing his blood.

But what can you do if they don't want to talk about it?

"Well... good luck," Olivier said awkwardly.

……

Roy donned his plate armor, mounted his swift horse "Little Whirlwind," and set off onto the main road.

He planned to return to Lanxi Town along the road and check out the blacksmith shops in the towns along the way. He was most looking forward to a small town called Longya Town, the birthplace of the Longya-style plate armor, where the metal materials should be of good quality.

The little whirlwind was entirely black, running through the world like a black whirlwind, while Flame followed behind, effortlessly keeping up with Roy's pace thanks to the mechanical power.

First stop, Lot!

This town, known for its mercenaries, is home to one of the few mercenary guilds in Blackwater Territory!