Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

After a long silence, Eloi finally spoke.

"I knew you had the ability to save her, and when you appeared in our town, the first thing I wanted to do was ask you for help."

His sharp gaze pierced straight at me.

"But that's not right."

He remained silent for a while, then mustered his courage.

"If you're aligned with the blacksmith's gang, I'd rather die, even jump off this cliff, than tell you anything."

Roy was speechless.

Even though he was speaking in the most aggressive tone, Eloi still unconsciously used honorifics in his words.

Besides, this is only the second floor; jumping down would at most result in injury, not death.

His words sounded weak and powerless.

Roy thought for a moment, then raised his right hand:

"I swear, I rescued Teresa only out of goodwill and never used her for any personal gain."

“That’s not enough.” Eloi shook her head. “Who knows if you’re a staunch believer or just making empty vows?”

"In fact, Gray had sworn an oath in front of us before, but in the end, that oath was like garbage, and he kicked it to the side of the road."

"Tsk." Roy feigned annoyance. "What do you want me to believe, lad? To believe you don't want Theresa to stay in this predicament forever?"

Eloi coughed, finished a large glass of ale, his face was slightly flushed, and his voice carried the smell of alcohol.

"I don't know. Perhaps taking Theresa away will put her in an even more disadvantageous situation? You can show your goodwill in Dragontooth Town, and maybe I'll believe it's your true intention and eventually tell you Theresa's location. Or you can threaten me here and force me to tell you." Eloi narrowed his eyes.

"I am no longer afraid of death."

Does this person think they're very humorous?

Or is he actually a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur)?

Roy didn't have time to waste with him.

"Listen carefully, kid," he said, feigning maturity. "A person who can't give up anything can't change anything. What you need to do now is believe that I can save her, and then tell me everything."

"But you had someone tie me up in a sack and bring me here."

"So what?"

"This means you believe that doing so is harmless. May I assume that you have done this many times?"

It seems that Eloi attributed Bill and his two companions' rude behavior to him.

Roy felt it necessary to explain that he just wanted a result, and that it was Bill and the other two who carried out the process.

The three individuals are the true criminals.

He was just about to speak when there was a knock on the door.

"My lord, are you there?"

An old man's voice.

Roy noticed the voice was familiar, and as he squinted to recall, Eloi had already provided the answer.

"It's Father Carroll."

Having met just a few days ago, Roy suddenly realized and went to open the door.

Carol was still dressed in a black robe; even though he had his own attire, he couldn't take off this "battle robe."

He picked up the basket in his hand, which was filled with fresh fruit. Although there were no morning dews on it, it was still clear that it had just been picked.

"I heard about your kindness from other towns. I guess you donated to the church in every town you passed through; only a true believer would do that."

Roy dared to say that this had absolutely nothing to do with faith.

"So, I specifically asked the children to pick fruit from the surrounding area."

The basket contained strawberries, loquats, and some other unidentified fruits, probably not found on Earth.

"Thank those children for me." His tone softened through his helmet.

"May the Lord light your way." Carroll made the sign of the cross, offered this blessing, and then left with a smile.

Roy put the fruit basket on the table, took a strawberry and popped it into his mouth. To be honest, it was very sour.

He looked at Eloi, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, and the latter suddenly stood up.

"How much money did you donate?"

"I don't remember," Roy said honestly.

"Okay." Eloi sat back down on the bed. "...I believe you."

He understood that the other party couldn't have foreseen that they would have to deal with such a nobody as him and then donated money all the way here.

It can only be said that the knight's donation was indeed an act of kindness on his own initiative.

Roy never expected that his actions would bring him such a pleasant surprise.

"Tell me, where is Theresa?"

……

A fire was lit in the blacksmith's shop. Gray secretly grabbed a handful of white powder from a small wooden box and sprinkled it on the ore to be smelted. Several of his trusted helpers covered for him, and the apprentices simply assumed that the box contained the secret material for Dragon Tooth Steel Ingots.

"We've only been learning here for a short time. The reason Master Gray is keeping it from us is to prevent us from passing the news on to other blacksmith shops."

The apprentices all thought this was normal; Dragon Tooth Steel Ingots contained an extremely mysterious final material, and if this were to spread, Gray Blacksmith Shop's advantage over other blacksmith shops would be completely lost.

A moment later, they heard light footsteps entering the shop.

"Aloy, you're late today?" someone greeted him, though he didn't expect a response.

Aloy was usually quiet and reserved, rarely initiating conversations with others. Gradually, people lost interest in talking to him.

Unexpectedly, Eloi seemed to have taken the wrong medicine today, with a slight smile on her lips, replying, "I had a few drinks yesterday, sorry."

"Um?"

The sounds of the blacksmith's workshop seemed to stop for a moment.

"Who was speaking just now?"

"Did I hear that right?"

"Did the sun rise in the west today?"

If anyone else in the room had said that apology, no one would have been surprised.

But it was precisely this least likely person.

Some people noticed that he seemed to have unloaded a heavy burden, with the corners of his mouth occasionally turning up, and sometimes his brows unconsciously furrowing, his expression changing drastically.

What words can be used to describe him?

The Blackwater Territory doesn't have the term "mental illness," so people mostly give these people a much harsher name.

--madman.

Clearly, Aloy should... probably... almost... not be a madman.

That's what everyone thinks.

Until he smashed the hammer into the hand of an apprentice.

……

The Longya Mine, located on the western outskirts of Longya Town, is now abandoned, as the entire mine's mineral reserves were exhausted decades ago.

The raw materials used in the blacksmith's shop are now transported from other towns, incurring considerable travel expenses.

Roy thought for a moment. If Teresa were rescued, Gray Blacksmith Shop would no longer be able to produce Dragon Tooth Steel Ingots. Although the blacksmith shop would not be dissolved, it would have to be scaled down.

Well, let's shrink it down to about the size of Old John's blacksmith shop.

In that case, some of Gray's workers would become unemployed.

does it worth?

Roy recalled the trolley problem from his previous life.

The current situation is that Theresa is tied alone on one track, while groups of blacksmiths are on the other track.

the difference is.

Teresa was tied up by someone from another path.

It was he who decided whether or not to tie the blacksmiths up.

"Let's go, Flame."

Roy said to the robot next to him.