Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

Roy never imagined that his casual remark would force Karazhan to change his choice, thus miraculously averting a subsequent tragedy.

With only two weeks left before the conscription, he had only one thought in his mind: to master swordsmanship.

Stepping into the small courtyard outside the house, Roy stepped on the ground. Unlike the loose stone path outside, the soil was unusually compact.

"It seems this is where the Perland mercenaries usually train."

As I was pondering, the old door creaked open, and a robust man, not particularly tall, stepped out.

He was only about 1.6 meters tall, even shorter than some of the boys in Kingdom Sword, but he stood tall and straight like a pine tree, and his faded old leather armor outlined his towering muscles.

Roy's gaze met his eyes, and he was startled by the horrifying sight on the man's face.

A long, dark red scar running from his left cheek to his right ear is the most striking feature on his face.

This scar is enough to show how terrifying the attack he endured was back then; if it had gone in just an inch deeper, his brain fluid would have been splattered everywhere.

"Perland... Master." Roy composed himself and bowed respectfully.

At the same time, his True Sight instantly captured Perland's data.

Perland Stonehammer

[Race: 99.6% Human, 0.4% Unknown Bloodline]

[Attributes: Strength 7.8, Constitution 8.2, Spirit 1.6, Magic Power 0.1]

[Status: Old injury (mild limitation in left shoulder)]

【技能：基础剑术Lv.4(2851/5000)，军用剑术Lv.2(247/500)，盾牌精通Lv.2(193/500)，旋斩Lv.4(1268/5000)，直突刺Lv.3(325/1000)，格挡上劈Lv.3(288/1000)……】

The moment Roy saw the data, his pupils contracted sharply, almost popping out of their sockets.

The highest strength attribute he had ever seen before was 12 points, recorded on the boulder in the middle of the town's road.

Perland wasn't that outrageous, but this was a living, breathing person standing right in front of him!

"This is the power of a high-ranking knight's squire... Moreover, Perland is a retired squire, so his physical abilities are certainly not what they were at their peak," Roy thought to himself. He couldn't imagine what a world-destroying being a true knight, the extraordinary being he sought, would be if a squire was already like this.

Perland's power remained restrained. When he took a step forward, his movements were as slow as an old man in the village leaning on a cane. But the instant his foot touched the ground, an invisible aura suddenly exploded from his body, instantly enveloping the entire courtyard.

"You're Roy?" His lips curled into a slight smile, and the scar on his face seemed to burst open, revealing a terrifying ferocity with his movements.

"The Ten Great Masters... Hmm, I don't think that title sounds very good. However, I've met all ten of those teenagers, and they're not bad." Perland's eyes gleamed. "They're all sixteen years old. The fact that you could defeat one of them at that age shows that you have certain special qualities."

Roy could no longer bear to look at the horrifying scar on the mercenary's face. He lowered his head and listened to Perland's rambling, noticing that the other man was subtly praising him.

He has now fully benefited from the statue's special effects, plus the remaining attribute bonuses from the forging table over the past seven days. The blue bamboo shoots have also taken effect twice. He only needs to consume them for two more days to increase his constitution by 0.1.

Currently, his strength is 3.7 and his constitution is 2.1.

If one's physique cannot keep up with their strength, they will only be able to unleash their strongest combat power for a short period of time, and they will be more prone to injury.

Therefore, if Roy were to face off against those with bloodlines now, he could only temporarily suppress them, and might not even be able to gain the upper hand.

But now that he has the iron sword, if he learns Perland's swordsmanship, he will have a way to kill his enemies, and his weakness in physical attributes can be temporarily made up for.

In this light, he does indeed fit the description given by the mercenary Perand, possessing certain "qualities".

Thinking of this, Roy was about to look up when he heard a sound like thunder flash past his ear. His body reacted faster than his brain, his feet turned, and a sharp sword light exploded behind him!

As his gaze shifted, he saw Perand holding a wooden sword, his expression ferocious, matching the scars on his face, making him look like a demon!

Roy broke out in a cold sweat.

Perland wants to kill him!?

wrong!

His gaze paused when it fell on the wooden sword, his mind racing, ultimately arriving at contradictory conclusions.

If you want to kill him, mercenaries have plenty of sharp weapons; they won't use a wooden sword. Besides, Perand's attributes are so high that if he really uses his killing move, it will definitely not be the situation just now.

Once all the impossibilities are eliminated, the remaining truth becomes clear!

Perland wanted to test his swordsmanship!

These thoughts flashed through Roy's mind in 0.5 seconds. He then forcefully pressed his hand on the wooden sword at his waist and drew it.

The wooden sword made a clear rubbing sound as it clashed against the hem of the clothing.

Perland drew his sword again, but Roy, relying on his familiarity with basic swordsmanship, dodged the standard move by sidestepping and thrust his longsword out!

But it was blocked by Perand's sword.

Last night, Roy had just become familiar with the basic sword moves and pushed his basic sword skills to Lv.2, while Perland was already a master at Lv.4!

At this level, it's roughly like a game. You have a thought, press a button, and control the character to use a certain skill. The character then perfectly executes the skill according to the command.

Perand had reached this level, wielding his sword with mechanical precision and lightning speed.

The two exchanged attacks and defenses several times, until Roy was the first to be unable to defend himself, and his arm began to tremble unnaturally. Perland seized the opportunity, and with a swift upward thrust of his longsword, knocked Roy's sword away.

From the start to the end of the battle, the two clashed many times. Under immense pressure, Roy went almost without holding back, unleashing all his strength, yet he was still unable to budge Perland's massive body.

However, a strong sense of astonishment still flashed across his eyes.

"Young man, you're quite strong." Perland took a step back, signaling the end of the probing. "And your swordsmanship is superb..."

The wrinkles on his forehead revealed his confusion.

"According to Delock, you've only been learning swordsmanship for... half a month? Is that true? You don't have any other teachers?"

"Master Perland, I have indeed only just begun learning swordsmanship," Roy said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"That's truly..." Perland's doubt was instantly replaced by ecstatic joy, his voice rising several decibels, "Perhaps, you really are born to be a knight!"

Roy possesses all the essential qualities a knight should have: immense physical strength, superb swordsmanship, and the basic attributes required of a knight!

Perland's biggest regret in life was that even though he had mastered the breathing technique, his physical limits had not reached the threshold of condensing the "seed of life," and he had never been able to step into the realm of a knight.

His last wish was to train a true knight before he died!

"Drok is very talented, but this suddenly appearing Roy is even better."

Perland's thoughts made his attitude towards the boy even more fervent.

"You're quite good." He raised his wooden sword and assumed a basic stance. "Next, I'll demonstrate three sword techniques that I've mastered."

Upon hearing this, Roy instantly cleared his mind of all distractions, his eyes fixed on Perland's movements, even his breathing became lighter.