Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

"It's done..."

My fingertips brushed across the rough blade; the cool iron surface was incredibly smooth, its curves flowing like a silver ribbon.

Despite it being their first time working together, the two were perfectly in sync, as if they had rehearsed a thousand times.

However, Gerald, as one of the blacksmiths, could indeed sense that he was the one holding back, as Roy's skill in forging had far surpassed his!

So much so that Roy had to do the final finishing touches and calibrations.

"...Let's leave it like this for today, and we'll do the shaping tomorrow."

After scrutinizing the rough blank for a long time, Gerrard couldn't find any flaws. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his tone revealed a hint of barely concealed excitement.

The setting sun painted the way home a crimson hue. Roy returned home from the blacksmith's shop, ate a quick dinner, and then stood in the yard, holding his wooden sword. He practiced the "thrust" motion over and over again for an hour before finally wrapping his wrist guards and falling into a deep sleep.

Four hours later, the outside world was shrouded in darkness. Roy woke up on time and sneaked off to the church.

For the next five days, he lived a completely monotonous life: his home was only used for eating, practicing swordsmanship, and catching up on sleep; at night he practiced standing meditation under the statue in the church; and during the day he and Gerald stayed at the blacksmith's shop, working together to forge iron swords.

The next day, he offered to be the one holding the pliers, and Gerald did not refuse. The two worked together, one with pliers and the other with a hammer, and the rough blank gradually showed its sharpness amidst the flames and force, eventually transforming into a clean-lined sword.

On the third day, quenching was carried out. Roy had no experience with this, so Gerald was in charge of this step. Fortunately, this was Gerald's forte, and they completed it without any major incidents.

On the fourth day, they polished and sharpened the sword. The two had a clear division of labor: one did the rough grinding and shaping, while the other did the fine grinding and polishing. The work was incredibly smooth and efficient.

On the fifth day, Roy arrived at the blacksmith's shop with dark circles under his eyes. Gerald immediately told him to go to sleep and finished polishing and assembling the sword hilt himself.

In the evening, the two tested the sharpness of the iron sword together. They plucked a hair and let it float to the blade; the hair broke instantly upon contact.

Roy took the sword and, with only half his strength, swung it and cut off the branch of the small tree by the yard, leaving a clean, new-looking cut.

Gerald's hands, holding the sword, began to tremble slightly. He realized that this sword was his greatest masterpiece to date, its sharpness comparable to the iron swords that old John had meticulously crafted for the lord.

Roy left an indelible mark during the forging process.

Without Roy, with his original design, it would have been impossible to create such a fine sword. Without Roy, it would also have been impossible to reduce the forging time to less than five days.

Meanwhile, Roy also reaped a great harvest.

His greatest gain was undoubtedly acquiring complete knowledge of iron sword forging.

From ore smelting to forging and shaping, and then to fine polishing, he has mastered it all. He has not yet personally practiced quenching, but the relevant knowledge is already clearly imprinted in his mind. What remains is simply day after day of hands-on practice.

He knew that the Eye of True Sight was merely a way for him to quickly obtain the best solution, not a magic skill that would grant him instant access to knowledge. Ultimately, he would have to learn all the knowledge and skills himself.

In his excitement, Gerald picked up his iron sword and casually unleashed a few basic sword techniques.

Horizontal slash, parry, downward chop, upward thrust.

Aside from the slashes and thrusts, which he had already mastered even better than Gerald's, Roy memorized all the other moves, preparing to go back and continue practicing.

After returning home, he first practiced the horizontal slash, a move that was more difficult than the thrust and chop. It took him a long time to imitate Gerald's movements before the Eye of True Sight provided feedback.

That night, perhaps due to an increase in strength, Roy threw 3000 punches under the statue, gaining a full 0.3 points to his strength attribute.

This rate of progress is as incredible as feeding Gerrard an Olga every day.

Roy now has a strength attribute of 2.3, which is roughly equivalent to eight Olga and 1.5 Gerald. In "Kingdom Sword", he is only inferior to the four bloodline users.

In addition, his free fighting skills have also risen to Lv.2. Unlike the training and basic swordsmanship that require repeated practice to hone muscle memory, the skills he obtained from the statue are like an invisible data stream, breaking down the relevant knowledge and stuffing it into Roy's mental database.

He wondered if he should reveal some of his strength and secure a place among the top ten masters. After all, the mercenary Perland was a high-ranking knight's squire, and Roy was quite interested in the sword techniques he had taught him.

……

On the morning of the sixth day, the apprentices' final results were scattered on their forging tables. Old John had not specifically visited any group beforehand, so it was completely unknown to him which group forged which weapon.

Old John seems to have a particular fondness for this assessment format, and with the addition of the oddball Roy this time, the anticipation is even greater.

Iron axes, daggers, short knives, longswords, iron clubs, and even massive two-handed swords—each weapon, with its unique style, embodies the apprentices' imagination and skills, gleaming with a chilling light under the gentle autumn sunlight.

Old John's attention was first drawn to the two-handed sword. The fact that two people could make a two-handed sword in five days showed that the craftsmen were exceptionally skilled.

He flicked the heavy blade with his finger, his gaze sweeping over the entire sword. Then, his brows furrowed and relaxed.

"The ore smelting, forging, and even quenching are all lacking, but considering that it's a two-handed sword, I can give you extra points."

"The final score for this sword is... seventy points. Which group made it?"

The two people in the group looked delighted and were about to step forward when another apprentice raised his hand high.

"Master John, I'm reporting this! This sword wasn't made by just two people; they secretly hired outside help!"

"Nick!"

The two apprentices gritted their teeth.

"Foreign player? That's a serious foul." Old John nodded slightly. "How did you know they hired foreign players?"

The whistleblower proudly puffed out his chest: "Because the outside help they hired was me!"

"Very well, then your group has also committed a foul, and I will disqualify your score."

"How could this be..."

"Nick, you idiot! You've gotten four people into trouble!"

An apprentice stumbled and fled in a sorry state, pursued by three burly men wielding iron hammers, their roars like thunder. It looked like a farcical and absurd farce.

Old John sighed. The apprentices were all experienced veterans, so he wouldn't dismiss them. But the idea of ​​cheating had to be nipped in the bud, and these four deserved appropriate punishment.

Then, old John walked around inspecting the apprentices' forging tables. He mostly just frowned and examined the appearance of the ironware before giving it a failing grade.

As for those that pass the mark, he would use his fingers to feel their toughness and strength.

He would be impressed by the higher quality specimens, carefully lift them up, and chop them twice against a special test post.

However, ironware of this caliber is still quite rare.

"The calcination of the ore was not done properly... 64 points."

"The design drawings are fundamentally flawed, 48 points."

"This part could have been designed better, but never mind... 75 points."

The apprentices were skilled, and unlike the newcomers, they rarely produced any unsightly works. Old John's usual scolding was mostly meant to motivate them.

but……

he mused.

"Didn't this assessment produce any truly outstanding works?"