Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

"I want to ask you something." Roy's voice was very low, and the others were far enough away that they shouldn't have heard the conversation.

As he spoke, he took out a silver coin and pushed it toward the tavern owner.

"Go ahead and ask. The money is waived." The boss was clearly dealing with such a high-profile customer for the first time, and cold sweat was pouring down his forehead as he barely managed to keep his composure.

"This is hush money," Roy said without any hesitation.

This also serves as a warning that if he dares to spread any of the following conversation, he might receive more than just a silver coin.

There is also a beautiful sword technique.

The boss became increasingly fearful.

"I will tell you everything I know."

"Then I'll ask you," Roy said, casually ordering a drink. "Do you know Aloy?"

"A blacksmith with good skills," the boss blurted out, then added, "He often comes here for drinks."

Do you come here for drinks often?

Roy's eyes lit up.

"So, you and he are acquaintances?"

"Not familiar..." The boss glanced at the cold helmet by chance, feeling that the gaze beneath it was like an abyss, and immediately changed his mind, "...familiar."

"If we're not familiar, then let's not force it. You said he often comes here to drink, does he have any close drinking buddies with him?"

"There really is one!" The boss's tone suddenly became more enthusiastic. "Bill, that old guy is a bit of a rascal, but he gets along well with a lot of people."

Roy pursed his lips. "Bill? Is he here now?"

"Uh... not here." The shopkeeper glanced around the store and suddenly remembered that Bill had said he wanted to see what looked under the knight's helmet.

Although that old fellow loves to boast, he's incredibly efficient when it comes to taking action. Could he be looking for this knight right now?

Does this count as a two-way journey?

"Sir," he reminded him, "although that old fellow isn't in the shop right now, you should be able to run into him soon."

"Oh? How so?" Roy narrowed his eyes.

"Bill said he wants to admire your splendor," the shopkeeper said, half-jokingly, so as not to offend the knight in front of him or betray Bill. "But he's a shy man, so he'll definitely be secretly observing you from the shadows, without letting you find out."

"Understood." Roy nodded.

The boss thought for a moment, then continued, "Bill will probably be watching you when you're alone, for example..." He opened his mouth, then awkwardly said, "When you're taking a shower."

This……

I was really observing him, not being a pervert or a philanthropist.

"In short, as long as I act alone, I have a chance to find him?" Roy hadn't expected that there were so many ways to find someone.

"That's right." The boss felt he had conveyed his meaning, thought for a moment, and then added, "Ideally, when you're removing your armor."

"???"

Is the problem with you, or with me?

"Then... shall I go take a bath in the river now?" Roy asked tentatively.

"Perfect!" the boss exclaimed, clapping his hands in praise.

……

That night, Roy took his change of clothes to the river.

In the stillness of the night, under the bright moon, the faint, chilly chirping of insects echoed from the shore.

The surrounding temperature was not high, only around ten degrees Celsius, and when I touched the river water with my hand, it was only a single digit.

He reached out and picked up a pebble from the bank, skipping it across the water. The pebble skipped more than twenty times before finally falling into the river.

Just as Roy was about to skip stones again, he suddenly turned, and the stone flew out, hitting the trunk of a tree behind him at an extremely precise angle.

He used only his life energy to throw this ball, yet the hole in the tree trunk was already bottomless.

There was a rustling sound, and something seemed to be making noise in the grass behind the tree.

"Come out." Roy's voice was icy, coming from inside his helmet, the same temperature as the river water.

"Come out, come out right now, sir." Bill scrambled out of the bushes in a panic, his clothes covered in leaves.

He was like a frightened mouse, keeping his head very low.

"What are you doing sneaking around like that?" Roy said deliberately in an angry tone.

Bill was immediately terrified, frozen in place like a scarecrow. His imagination was vivid, and various images of his own death kept flashing through his mind, overwhelming fear surging over him.

Then, my lower body felt hot.

With the sound of pattering water, a puddle of water gathered between Bill's legs, still steaming, making Roy frown.

If you've already peeked, then be prepared to be caught. Why be so cowardly?

However, this shows just how majestic the knight was.

"...Sir." After a long pause, Bill finally dared to speak, his voice trembling, "I...I meant no harm, I just wanted to take a shower and happened to run into you."

Roy replied seriously, "Whether you meant no harm or not, the fact remains that you offended me."

The air seemed to freeze slightly after those words were spoken.

Bill stared shakily at the bottomless hole punched into the tree trunk, the sound of him swallowing hard was particularly grating.

Just then, Roy's tone suddenly softened.

"However, it's not that I can't give you a chance to make amends."

"Please speak!" Bill was overjoyed and respectfully approached Roy, but Roy noticed the unidentified liquid dripping from his clothes and waved his hand in disgust.

"Just stop there."

"Yes, sir!" Bill stopped immediately, his reaction as quick as a fly.

"From now on, speak softly to avoid being overheard." Roy lowered his voice, though he knew through his thermal senses that there was no one else around besides them.

Bill didn't understand these intricacies; he only assumed Roy was about to discuss important secrets. He nodded and said in a barely audible voice, "Understood..."

"Very good. As long as you complete what I ask you to do, I will not only not punish you, but I will also reward you." Roy made a promise to motivate the other party.

"First thing, do you know Aloy?"

"That blacksmith apprentice?" Bill quickly demonstrated his value. "You've come to the right person. I can talk to almost everyone in this town."

Of course, some people really only have one or two sentences.

"I heard from the tavern owner that he and you two are on good terms. How about we ask him out?"

"Yes, of course!" the drunkard said without hesitation. "Aloy can't talk to anyone else, but with me?" He patted his chest vigorously, "That's my best friend!"

"You said it yourself," Roy sneered. "Use your name to arrange a meeting with him tomorrow at the same time and place. If any of my information is leaked, you know the consequences..."

"I guarantee I'll complete the mission!" Bill saluted and swore, but inwardly he was already groaning.

He was only slightly closer to Aloy than to others, mainly because Aloy was a quiet, reserved person who never spoke up. Even a social butterfly like Bill could only manage a few words with him before the conversation would fall silent.

If you want to get a complete stranger to come to the river in the middle of the night, you'll have to think carefully about how to phrase it!

"Um? Sir, I'll be going now, I'm going to change my pants." Bill bowed and scraped.