Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

Teresa was starving, so she stuffed the dried sweet potato into her mouth and ate it in big bites.

I thought it would just be a little something to fill my stomach, but after eating a piece of dried sweet potato, I suddenly felt my stomach swell up slightly and I felt dazed.

About thirty seconds later, she opened her mouth and let out a very loud burp.

Thirty seconds, 10,000 calories!

For someone like Teresa who basically doesn't move around, 10,000 calories is enough to supply her energy needs for a week!

And I'm not too full!

Her eyes lit up immediately, and she felt that the more she ate, the better. She foolishly reached out to Roy, ready to ask for another piece.

"It's not good for children to eat too many sweets." Roy hadn't forgotten the side effects of multicolored potato chips.

"After eating your brother's food, will you come with him?" He smiled brightly.

The world doesn't have that much anti-fraud propaganda yet, and Roy believed that his excellent persuasive skills would definitely make the naive young girl willingly follow him.

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"One more piece," Teresa muttered.

To be honest, it was a bit awkward for that body to speak in a child's tone.

"If you come with me, I'll give you as much dried sweet potato as you want, and even sweeter ones!" Roy said with a beaming smile.

"I don't believe it." Theresa had lost all trust in humanity.

"My brother looks like a bad person."

More than the shock of her age, Roy noticed that Teresa's sense of time was still stuck more than a decade ago, and she even called him "brother."

This is a manifestation of severe PTSD, causing psychological development to stagnate at the age when the trauma occurred.

He frowned slightly.

If this condition is not cured, even if she is rescued from Gray's clutches, it will be difficult for her to survive in society.

He wasn't a professional psychologist; he only knew that PTSD treatment involved both medication and psychotherapy. He certainly didn't have any medication, so psychotherapy was the only option.

Either make her understand that she is no longer a child, or address the root cause of her symptoms.

He didn't know the root cause of this problem.

It could be Gray and his group, it could be the ivory growing from her back, or it could even be Aloy's betrayal.

The best approach is undoubtedly to make her aware of her physical development.

However, if the little girl were to look directly into a mirror, she would probably be terrified.

Thinking about it this way, dealing with Teresa's situation is really troublesome.

At least he has no idea at the moment.

When Teresa saw that he didn't react, she frowned slightly.

"You bad guy, give me some food!"

Despite calling him a bad guy, he still dared to ask him for food; his mentality was undoubtedly that of a child.

Roy lowered his gaze, roughly determined his course of action, and sat down on the spot, indicating that he would not approach.

"I'll give you food, but you have to answer a few questions for me first. It's an exchange."

Teresa was an orphan as a child, so she certainly didn't ask for things without reason, which is why she was familiar with the word "exchange."

In her mind, exchange is a fair act that can bring benefits to both parties.

Moreover, a few minor issues shouldn't be enough to allow bad guys to succeed.

So she nodded, which was taken as agreement.

"Three questions. If you answer them properly, I'll give you a piece of dried sweet potato," Roy said.

"So, the first question is, why are you being held here?"

This question is quite broad, requiring Teresa to answer about her memories before she was locked up, to identify which memories she doesn't remember, in order to clarify the root of her PTSD.

"Uh..." Teresa drooled like a child.

"They stole someone's food..."

She replied silently, her eyes darting away.

"I'm an adult, you can't fool me with lies," Roy persisted. "If you lie again, there won't be any more chips."

"No!" Teresa was startled by his seriousness. "I...I..."

"I forgot... I saved someone, and then bones grew out of my back..." She was dazed, filled with immense pain, "I went to the blacksmith's shop, and then the bones were cut off..."

"Not long after, I was captured and brought here..."

Although the description is not very detailed, the missing parts are already obvious.

It seems that Eloi's betrayal really hit her hard.

"If Teresa's mind is to continue to grow, we may need to mend the rift between her and Eloi," Roy pondered.

"My second question is, you have a healing ability, right? How did those people at the blacksmith shop let you use this ability?"

Since the shaggy bear was just a decoy, it means Gray has another way: to get Theresa to use her bloodline abilities.

Theresa gave a clear answer to this question.

"They lost one of them, a guy who looked like a bad guy, he was covered in injuries... It's always like this, I have to treat him." She nodded solemnly.

"They're all bad people, why are you still treating him?" Roy asked in surprise.

Theresa puffed out her chest and said, "Father Carroll once said that you can't judge a book by its cover."

It turns out it was the priest's doing.

The question is, who is this person?

According to Eloi, for Theresa's body to undergo a transformation, her bloodline abilities had to be pushed to their limits. This also meant that she was always thrown in while on the verge of death.

It's one time, fine, but it happens every time?

I feel like she's even more pitiful than Beatrice.

"One last question, you should have thought about it... um..." Roy took a piece of metal and pretended to scratch his neck.

"Huh?" Teresa asked, puzzled. "You mean, suicide?"

A person with PTSD, who has been confined to a small, enclosed room for so long, will inevitably think about suicide.

Roy was initially hesitant to use those two words directly, but Teresa said them herself.

She found it strange; what was so wrong with using the word "suicide"?

"Grey said that the person who was brought here for my treatment committed suicide. He's sick, so he tries to kill himself every month." Teresa sat on the edge of the bed and stomped her foot, looking exasperated. "Honestly, I have to save him every time he tries to kill himself."

Strangely enough, it seems she really hadn't considered suicide.

Moreover, she believed that helping this person was her mission.

There's a kind of beauty to it that comes from being brainwashed by a pyramid scheme.

"It's alright now." Roy rummaged through the food bag again and pulled out a piece of green dried sweet potato.

"This is delicious."

The dried sweet potatoes had a sour and astringent smell, but Teresa's mouth watered at the sight of them, and she immediately started eating them.

She suddenly burst into tears after taking her first bite.

He opened his mouth, and his teeth were all green.

"What's wrong? Is it too delicious?" Roy couldn't help but laugh.

"Sour! So sour! How can it be so sour!"

Teresa screamed in agony.

Cherry-colored sweet potato chips are just the right amount of sweet, while green sweet potato chips are extremely sour, so sour that they can make you wear a mask of pain.

Roy gave her the sour chips because tasting two chips with the same flavor would trigger a rather unpleasant special effect.

"Sorry, bad brother, I don't have any sweet potato chips left," Roy said, covering his food bag.