Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

Fourteen days passed in the blink of an eye.

For Roy, the past two weeks have been very uneventful, much like the life the original owner of the body had in Lanxi Town before he transmigrated here.

Tranquil and leisurely.

For Eloi, these two weeks were a mix of bitter and sweet, like simultaneously enjoying two flavors of multicolored potato chips.

He successfully rekindled his friendship with Teresa, but their mental ages were no longer on the same level, and their relationship was more like... than friendship and romance.

Father and daughter?

Eloi: Teresa, what would you like to eat?

Teresa: Eat something delicious.

Aloy: What do you want to play?

Teresa: It's fun.

Aloy: Let's go catch fish in the creek, I'm really good at catching fish.

After a thrilling capture, the fish were not taken.

Theresa: Didn't you say you were good at it?

Aloy: ...

There are also all sorts of amazing operations.

For example, if the two of them go hiking together, and Teresa can't walk anymore halfway, Eloi confidently carries her on his back, and then after walking a few steps, he squats down by the roadside, panting heavily.

This man hadn't spoken to a girl in nearly twenty years, and was now a down-on-his-luck man who could only play with toddlers.

A dozen days later, in the night, Eloi mustered up her courage and expressed her love.

They were rejected.

Eloi mustered her courage again and pressed for the reason for the refusal.

The answer was direct: I don't like you.

A critical hit! Aloy was hit with 10,000 points of critical damage.

Theresa laughed and said, "We can still be friends."

What a callous and heartbreaking conversation.

"I can feel it, she has completely forgotten me." Eloi looked up at the sky, her face full of melancholy. "Besides, I no longer have the qualities to attract her."

Roy sighed.

Eloi certainly couldn't attract her.

Teresa's current pursuit is to uphold justice and drive out evil, to the point that every day she asks when the matter of the "suicide victim" will be resolved.

This day has finally come.

……

"Sir, George has just been taken away!" Eloi reported as he entered Roy's hotel room.

"They're finally here." Roy stood up.

He'd stayed here for a full two weeks to punish Gray and the others. And clearly, he wasn't going to get the custom-made Dragon Fang Plate Armor anyway.

The loss is huge.

Therefore, this time, we must strike with lightning speed and deliver a major blow.

"Go find the sheriff," Roy calmly instructed. "Give him my name and say that someone was attempting to kill someone near the mine."

"I understand." At that moment, Eloi also understood Roy's thoughts.

The sheriff of Dragontooth Town was caught red-handed in the act of murder by Gray and his gang, leaving him speechless with grievances!

After Eloi left, Roy's eyes flickered, and he stepped out of the room, preparing to head to the mine.

My arm was pulled by a soft force.

"I...I'll go too!" Teresa put on her cloak, her expression resolute.

Roy paused for a moment, then finally nodded.

……

The entrance to the mine.

Gray, accompanied by two other trusted men, glared at George with hostility.

"What's going on? Why aren't you going in?"

George was sweating profusely.

Every time they came to cell 502, the three men would punch and kick them, then throw the half-dead George into the cell.

Before long, the kind-hearted Theresa will step in and use her amazing abilities to save George.

After that, the three of them took various tools and sawed off the bone spurs growing from Teresa's back.

The tools they carried were all made from dragon tooth steel ingots. However, even though the bone spurs were not as hard as the dragon tooth steel ingots, it still took several hours to saw them off completely.

Day after day, these people have done this countless times.

But this time is different!

George knew that Theresa was no longer in room 502. If he was beaten half to death outside the room and didn't receive timely treatment, wouldn't he really die?

"Delay it, I must delay it until the knight arrives!" he vowed silently.

However, the usually composed Gray was already getting impatient.

"What are you afraid of? You've 'died' so many times, are you still scared?"

"That's right, don't waste our time!" The other two, who were also very familiar with this task, said fiercely.

"Wait, wait a little longer!" George said, trembling.

Gray looked at him suspiciously, his slightly aged face creased with wrinkles.

Seeing that he didn't move, George opened his mouth, unable to suppress his joy, and then...

Gray aimed the saw he used to cut bone spurs at him.

The other two understood immediately, chuckled, and surrounded George in a triangle formation.

"Don't worry," Gray reassured her in a low, ghostly voice, "I'll give you five extra silver coins as payment this time, isn't that good?"

Then, he gradually approached George.

The latter stared wide-eyed in terror and backed away repeatedly.

The three men formed a pincer movement, surrounding him!

There's no way to escape!

The surrounding air is rapidly tightening!

We're going to suffocate George!

No!

Hey, all of you, don't come any closer!

……

Theresa looked worried in the bushes.

This time, it didn't seem like the uncle committed suicide; it seemed more like he was coerced.

Those three people were terrifying.

She imagined what would happen if she were in George's position, covered in sweat.

It seems... there's no way to resist at all.

After all, she was just a fragile little girl.

She paused for a moment, then turned to look at the fully armed knight beside her.

If it's this person?

Teresa recalled the sword technique Roy had demonstrated to her earlier.

Each move combines power and flexibility, and when paired with that powerful physique, it is undoubtedly extremely formidable.

Thinking of this, Theresa's face also showed more confidence. Sure enough, she and Roy together were the strongest!

At this moment, a junior sheriff appeared fearfully at the entrance of the mine, staring at the dark opening and letting out a long sigh.

A moment later, he was suddenly patted on the shoulder, which startled him so much that he jumped up.

"M-Sir." Upon seeing the person who came, he showed the same humble expression as the others.

Roy stared at him calmly, as if he were looking at a piece of scrap metal.

The sheriff was sweating profusely.

Data streams swept across Roy's eyes.

Are all the sheriffs in this world this weak?

A mercenary who has honed his skills in a mercenary guild can probably take on ten sheriffs.

The key issue is that they are all so bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

He didn't believe that Gray could so easily imprison a person without the indifference of a sheriff.

It's possible that he was also one of the perpetrators, sharing the spoils.

Seeing his current expression, Roy felt that the possibility had risen from 50% to 80%.

"Sir, you summoned me here..." the sheriff asked ingratiatingly.

"Good question," Roy said emotionlessly. "We're here to arrest someone."