Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

As a place where the forging industry flourished, the wind in Longya Town was filled with the smell of iron filings.

The oak tables in the tavern were blackened by wine stains, and the greasy candlelight flickered, reflecting the flushed face of the drunkard in the corner.

He slumped on the bench, one hand clutching the nearly empty beer jug, the other pointing out the window, spittle flying everywhere with the beer foam.

"I'm talking to you guys! Do you know the Knight in the Tin Can?" Bill slammed his hand on the table and shouted.

"What tin cans!" A blacksmith's apprentice at the next table, his face covered in coal dust, turned around angrily. "Those are Dragon Tooth plate armors made in our town! The shoulder armor even has the special markings of Gray Blacksmith's!"

"That's the face of our Dragon Tooth Town," another chimed in, "Don't shout nonsense!"

"Who cares about the mark!" Bill was so drunk he was babbling incoherently. "Anyway, that knight... he looks weird to me!"

"Tch, they've already provided proof of being a lord, why do you find it strange? Who do you think you are?" one of the drinkers said dismissively.

"Not that!" Bill waved his hand. "I meant something else!"

"Putting aside his height, he even needs someone to bring him to his room for meals, and he never takes off his helmet when he comes out..." he lowered his voice, "like he's ashamed to be seen by others..."

Someone quickly covered his mouth.

"Are you asking for death?!" The owner of the hand's voice trembled. "Discussing knights? Don't drag us down with you!"

To gossip about a high-ranking knight behind his back—is that a sign of having no attachment to the world?

Bill broke free of that hand, a near-mad stubbornness appearing on his face.

"I just wanted to... sneak a peek, just one peek. To see what kind of person was under his helmet."

"You really dare?" A patron's eyes widened, and he unconsciously took a step back, increasing the distance between himself and Bill. "Aren't you afraid he'll draw his sword and chop you up?"

"Go ahead and chop me down!" Bill grinned. "Even if I get chopped to death, I'll still be the first person in Dragontooth Town to dare lift a knight's helmet. That's something to brag about for the rest of my life."

"You're insane, you're completely insane." The drinkers muttered, their appetites completely gone. After downing their drinks, they wiped their mouths haphazardly, tossed down a few coins, and staggered toward the door, afraid of being dragged down by this madman if they were even a step too late.

Who knows what earth-shattering things Bill will do next? It's best to cut ties with him as soon as possible.

The tavern door creaked open as it was slammed open, and moments later, only Bill remained inside, along with the lingering smell of alcohol and metal shavings.

He took a big gulp of ale and started planning: "I'll sneak up behind him. He'll sweat a lot in the plate armor, and he'll have to take a bath sooner or later. When that happens, I'll hide in the bushes and see what he looks like."

Suddenly, a silly laugh, tinged with alcohol, escaped his throat.

……

Roy looked at the sample of the Dragon Tooth steel ingot hanging on the wall of the blacksmith's shop. The flowing, meandering patterns on its surface were something he had seen on a type of steel on Earth.

Of course, I didn't see it in real life, but in a video.

The steel in the video is called Damascus steel, and it also has the same layered and interwoven patterns, like a surging galaxy.

"Can I take it off and take a look?"

Roy's voice came through the helmet visor.

The person in charge of receiving him was the son of the original blacksmith Gray, who was also the head of the blacksmith shop in this generation; his father had already been buried deep underground.

Gray was already in his forties, but he was in very good health. He brought over a wooden ladder and said with a smile, "Since the knight wishes to see, then of course it is possible."

The sample of the Dragon Tooth Steel Ingot was carefully removed and handed to Roy, who happened to have armor on his hand, so he took it directly.

He slowly rotated his wrist, carefully stroking the patterns, while his eyes reflected the pale blue data stream.

"Steel, carbon, manganese, and trace amounts of chromium and vanadium—truly a high-quality steel ingot."

However, there was another material in the materials list that caught Roy's attention.

"Could this be the unheard-of material that the apprentices in Rhodes Town were talking about?"

The final ingredient was none other than Urus ivory.

The secret ingredient for Dragon Tooth Steel Ingots is actually ivory, which would be quite surprising if word got out.

"The key question is... does Blackwater Territory have elephants?" Roy narrowed his eyes slightly; he was certain that there were none.

So where did this ivory come from?

From outside Blackwater Territory, that is, from beyond that high wall?

Or rather...

He considered one possibility.

"Hahaha." Roy suddenly chuckled, praising, "Excellent steel, truly excellent steel! No wonder it's the renowned Dragon Tooth Steel Ingot!"

"I wonder if the blacksmith could sell me some dragon tooth steel ingots so I can forge my own sword?"

Gray quickly replied, "Sir Knight, if I may be so bold, you can order a sword from us. Just provide the blueprints, and we can guarantee that the quality of this sword will be no less than that of any blacksmith in Blackwater Territory."

He thumped his chest loudly, demonstrating his confidence in himself and his apprentices.

"Of course I know how skilled your blacksmith shop is." The hand encased in an iron gauntlet patted Gray's shoulder enthusiastically. "However, this sword must be made by me personally. Only by doing so can the knight's sword and the knight become one, achieving a result greater than the sum of its parts."

"Huh?" Greyway was taken aback. He had been a blacksmith for so many years and had never heard of such a thing.

It sounds... so mysterious?

"Knights are rare, and almost none of them can forge their own weapons, which is why we've only just come to this conclusion," Roy said, spouting nonsense.

"Alright, sir." Gray accepted the explanation. "Then... we can allocate some Dragonfang Steel Ingots to you for forging weapons. As for the money... it's already a great honor that you've chosen our Dragonfang Town's steel ingots."

Like other blacksmith shops, this guy didn't dare to accept money.

"Would you like us to prepare a forging room for you?" Gray thought for a moment and suggested.

"No need," Roy politely declined, saying, "There's something else I'd like to know. Could you perhaps answer my question?"

"certainly."

"It is said that Dragon Tooth Steel Ingots contain a secret ingredient..."

"This..." Before he could finish speaking, Gray looked distressed. "You want to know our secret? Of course, telling you is no problem. After all, you are a esteemed knight..."

Roy felt a rich aroma of tea waft towards him.

"If it's inconvenient, then forget it. After all, it's your secret recipe."

"Ahem." Gray continued his coy act, "If Your Excellency requires it, it's not impossible..."

"No need," Roy shook his head.

He was certain that Gray wouldn't tell the truth.

Longya steel ingots are the foundation of Longya Town's ironware industry, which is stronger than that of other towns. They are an important pillar for Longya Town's development over the next few decades or even a century. How could we possibly show them off so easily?

Roy then took enough dragon tooth steel ingots to make swords and returned to his room in the tavern to store them.

Then, as is customary, we went to the church in Dragontooth Town.

The priest accepted the donation with great joy and thanked Roy repeatedly.

"You're welcome, I'm a believer in the Lord too," he said, spouting nonsense with a straight face.

The priest nodded and smiled, his tone gentle yet solemn: "Sir Knight, you are merciful; the Lord will bless your sword."

Roy raised his hand and made the sign of the cross in front of his chest. "Father, I have another question to ask you."

"Please speak, sir." The priest spoke respectfully, knowing that he would answer any question he had after receiving the money.

"In the past twenty years, has anyone gone missing in Dragontooth Town?" Roy asked directly, without beating around the bush, "I mean, the kind of sudden disappearance that was never found again."