Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

"This prison is pretty big," George whistled casually, as he walked further and further away from Gray and the other two.

"Come back!" Gray roared. George's face froze for a moment, then he angrily and secretly moved back.

He was ready, and as soon as he arrived in front of room 502, the three men were itching to fight, but he took off running.

Run towards the exit!

After all, playing hide-and-seek with three people in a prison is a bit too insidious and exciting.

Unexpectedly, his scheme seemed to have been seen through.

When they reached Gray, he gave the other two a look, and they understood immediately. They smiled and came to George's side, hooking their arms around him on either side before he could react.

This left him with absolutely no room to move.

"Everyone..." George forced a smile, "Why are you holding me? Don't worry, I won't run away."

"It's not that I don't believe you, Joe," Gray said earnestly, "it's just that this time, I want to kill you myself."

He pressed on, "That knight who came recently is so annoying. He's always hanging around in front of me, which is making me feel really bad. I need to vent."

"You have to understand me, Joe."

As he spoke, Gray's expression returned to calm.

"Take him to the front of Room 502, I'm going to kill him myself."

George felt his feet dangling in the air, as if his body had been thrown away by gravity and lifted off the ground by the two big men.

He cried out in terror:

"You can't do that, Gray! That's torture for prisoners! Damn it, I may be greedy for money, but I'm not a prisoner!"

Unfortunately, his accusations received no response.

Gray followed slowly, a cold smile on his face, and the group arrived at the door of room 502.

George's heart seemed to stop beating.

All he could hope for now was that Gray would open the door to 502, find Teresa gone, and abandon his thoughts of killing him.

However, the other party held the knife in their hand, feeling its sharpness.

It's over! It's all over!

"Wait, wait a minute!"

Just as the blade was about to strike him, George screamed in agony.

"Don't kill me! Teresa is no longer in the cell!"

Ultimately, he couldn't withstand the threat of death and betrayed Roy.

Seeing that Gray's knife had stopped, he continued to exert force.

"It's true! That knight rescued Theresa! Theresa is in his room now!"

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Gray's face instantly turned ugly, and the darkness in his eyes deepened.

But he still stepped forward and plunged the blade into George's abdomen!

The latter groaned, overwhelmed by an endless fear.

"Damn it! Damn it!" George yelled, spitting out blood. "Why won't you believe me? I'm telling the truth!"

"No, that's not right." Seeing the panicked expressions on his two companions' faces, Gray remained unusually calm. "What you're saying is all a lie. How could the Knight possibly know how to open this door? Unless…"

In fact, he anticipated that the "unless" he mentioned might be the answer.

That idiot who brought Teresa food sold himself out.

He was clearly the person he trusted most...

"You don't need to worry," Gray smiled at the two men beside him. "The knights couldn't possibly know about this place. Everyone is keeping this a secret for us, aren't they?"

The two nodded in unison.

Then, Gray slashed George several more times until the man's screams weakened and his breathing became intermittent.

Without treatment, he might die in two or three minutes.

Gray feigned nonchalance, took a deep breath, and prepared to face the reality behind the door.

It is highly likely, just as George said...

Following the rhythm, I knocked on the metal door.

The door opened to one side, and the inside was empty.

really.

At this moment, Gray's feelings were not regret, but rather a sense of entitlement.

"I've used up enough material that I've taken from little girls for almost twenty years." He felt he had completely lost face. To keep his blacksmith shop afloat and to compete for the top spot in Blackwater Territory, he had actually laid a hand on a little girl.

However, once you embark on this path, it's not so easy to stop.

Even if he doesn't continue researching the properties of various metals and create stronger alloys, the Dragon Tooth Steel Ingot is enough to feed him for a lifetime.

Who could resist such temptation?

Gray can say definitively that there is no one.

"There's no one inside..." One of the henchmen opened his mouth when he saw the truth.

The other person was completely stunned.

Could it be that George is telling the truth?

The knight took him away?

They never even considered that they would be punished for doing such a heinous thing.

Since even the sheriffs have been bribed, only divine intervention can punish them.

god?

They are not believers.

As it turned out, "God" really did appear.

"We have to escape." One of them, however, lacked Gray's composure and began making plans to flee Dragontooth Town and get as far away as possible.

"Escape? Where to escape to?" Gray shook his head and said to him sarcastically, "Since you've done something wrong, you should always be prepared for this day to come."

He slowly turned his head towards George: "You are the same, you are a sinner too."

The latter was weakly whimpering something, and Gray leaned forward to hear the sound.

"Knight...my lord...will come...to save me, he...promised me..."

"Do you still harbor such illusions?" Gray shook his head, looking at him with pity. "You're hopeless."

Suddenly, Gray noticed that George's eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

That wasn't a last gasp, but rather...

Hope has been seen.

Gray looked slightly bewildered as he slowly turned around.

Besides his two companions, three more people appeared behind him.

One is like a tin man from a fairy tale, the other is a little girl who is almost thirty years old, and the third is a chameleon-like obsequious character.

"Sir, what do you think..." The chameleon immediately sought the tin man's opinion.

"I think the situation is quite clear," the Tin Man said in a low voice. "These three are ganging up on and murdering my dear friend, George. It's an outrageous act. I request that they be arrested."

The chameleon took a deep breath and said, "As you command, sir."

"Wait, Roy!" the thirty-year-old girl cried. "That old man is dying! We have to save him right now!"

Upon hearing this, Gray's eyelids twitched.

The Tin Man scolded the Chameleon, "Hurry up and take down those three! Theresa needs to treat George!"

"Sigh." The chameleon sighed and stepped forward.

The two men, apart from Gray, were on high alert, gripping the saws they used to cut bones tightly.

"Takumi, prepare for battle!"

"Go!"

The two saws were taken out of the cage.

The sheriff drew his iron sword.

Indeed, as a place where the forging industry flourishes, the sheriff of Dragon Tooth Town is naturally equipped with an iron sword.

The sword was drawn, slashing at the handles of the two saws.

The sheriff understood that the serrated blade was made of dragon tooth steel ingots, and if his sword directly clashed with it, it would likely be pierced with several holes. Therefore, he made full use of his swordsmanship advantage.

The two men barely lasted more than a few moves against him before the tip of his sword pressed against their skin, rendering them completely immobile.

Grey watched as Teresa, wearing a cloak, trotted over and began to treat George.

This was what he originally wanted to see, but now, he just wants the person who betrayed him to die as soon as possible.

Roy watched the treatment process with curiosity.

Accompanied by a flash of green light, the wound on George's abdomen healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, Teresa heard the sound of plants growing wildly on her back.

The bone spur was getting longer and longer.

Finally, the cloak that broke through the back almost transformed into unfolding bone wings.

Roy was stunned.

My gaze lingered on the bone spur.

"this……"

"So that's how it is."

"I was completely wrong."

He hadn't checked before and assumed that the bone spurs and "ivory" growing on Teresa's body were just the color of ordinary bone.

But it turns out, it wasn't a "bone".

The sharp spikes gleamed with an extremely strong metallic luster.

"Uruk ivory, it turns out it's metal..."

Roy gritted his teeth.