Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

The night was dark and gloomy, with stars and the sun hidden deep in the dark clouds. Unlike the bright lights that Roy had seen in the city in his previous life, the grass by the roadside, the small pebbles underfoot, and the quiet night breeze were breathing evenly, as if to dispel the fatigue of the day.

Perland, clad in light armor, held a shield and sword in each hand. As he stepped forward, the armor plates rubbed together, producing a deep, rustling sound that mingled with the light tapping of the scabbard at his waist against the edge of his shield, creating a series of faint echoes in the silent night.

The news that the Perland mercenaries were going on a night patrol had already spread throughout Lanxi Town, and Delock must have known about it as well, so he definitely wouldn't make a move tonight.

Even if he were to make a move, it wouldn't pose a threat to a powerful mercenary like Perland.

So Roy simply stayed home and continued to hone his swordsmanship with Karazhan.

His spinning slash is rapidly advancing towards Lv.3...

……

Perand's eyes were sharp, and his spirit was at its peak. His shield was different from the inferior one Moore had obtained from the blacksmith's junkyard. It was a sturdy piece of equipment carefully crafted by Old John and reinforced with the best materials. The cold light of the shield's edge shone faintly in the darkness, dissecting the hidden shadows one by one.

In the first half of the night, the night breeze, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees and the earthy smell of soil, wafted to his nose. Only the chirping of insects in the bushes and the dark reflections rolling in the distant river could slightly attract his attention.

In the latter half of the night, the old mercenary's will was revealed; he remained vigorous, like a lion just awakened from its slumber, his back ramrod straight.

Upon reaching the west side of the town, the surrounding area was desolate, with no houses in sight, except for a detached villa that gradually came into view under the moonlight.

That was Joel the merchant's house, where Delock and Chopper lived, and there seemed to be a warrior Joel had hired as a guard.

"There shouldn't be any problems here." Perland slowed his pace, the rustling of his armor also decreasing. He moved slowly along the courtyard wall, his boots leaving only a very light touch on the moss outside the courtyard.

He had already inspected Lanxi Town. If the vampires could still find an opportunity to strike, it would be because they had just managed to avoid him, not because of a lack of fighting ability.

Just as he was about to leave, a sharp scream suddenly erupted from the villa, drowning out the metallic clanging of light armor rubbing against each other.

Click!

The scream abruptly stopped, as if its neck had been severed, as if something had forcibly cut it off.

bass--!

Perand suddenly drew his sword, his muscles tensed, and leaped high into the air with his full weight, breaking through the iron fence that was more than two meters high.

"Droc!"

He shouted loudly at his apprentice, his face contorted with rage.

My sensitive hearing picked up a brief response.

It's on the second floor!

Perland's leg muscles bulged, and life energy burst forth from the soles of his feet. With an attribute boost of nearly eight points of strength, he squatted down and stood up, like a cannonball being launched, instantly flying towards the second-floor window!

Bang-!

The bull-horned helmet on his head shattered through the glass window, scattering fragments all over the ground. The small cuts on Perand's face caused by the fragments were also quickly healing under the life energy.

He had always believed that the essential difference between vampires committing crimes and human killings was that there was no blood involved.

Countless requests, countless life-or-death crises—his impression of blood went from fear to facing it directly, and then to indifference. Now, when he sees that bright red liquid again, he feels as accustomed to it as he does to water.

But when the bloodless scene appeared before him, a sudden chill rose in his usually calm heart.

However, that fear was quickly suppressed by his strong mental fortitude.

Although it is a dried corpse, its height is still close to that of an adult, proving that when it was full of flesh and blood, its height would definitely be close to two meters.

"It's not Delock." The old mercenary breathed a sigh of relief. After a quick look, he was certain that this should be Chopper, one of the top ten masters.

The items inside were overturned and scattered all over the floor, as if they had been swept away by a storm.

Although there are noble titles such as counts and dukes among vampires, most of them are from the lower class, and their vulgar behavior makes it understandable that they would vandalize rooms.

Perland cautiously surveyed the area, making sure no one was around, before approaching the corpse and testing its temperature.

The time of death was no more than one hour...

He raised his head, walked quietly out of the room, the blade of his sword gleaming in the moonlight, ready to strike any enemy he encountered.

The first thing they saw was the body of the guard.

His fingers were on the hilt of the sword at his waist. He was easily killed before he could even draw his sword, and then his body was drained of its life force.

Perland couldn't help but feel a little doubtful. How could vampires drink so much? They actually replenished the blood of two people in one day?

As I continued walking toward the messy area, I heard faint cries for help, as weak as a gentle breeze, as if they would slip away through a crack in my ear if I wasn't careful.

Fortunately, the old mercenary had exceptionally sharp hearing.

He followed the sound and stepped into the room, where the scene before him sent a shiver down his spine.

Wine bottles were smashed everywhere, their bright red liquid flowing across the floor like blood. Wood chips flew everywhere, and the bed frame, bookshelves, and even clothes hangers were all broken into pieces.

A sharp sword lay silently among the wreckage of a wine bottle, its blade completely submerged in the reddish liquid.

Looking in the direction the sword hilt was pointing, Perand immediately made a move.

In an instant, he suddenly lifted the huge bed board that was pressing down on Delock and threw it aside, with the clattering sound of ping-pong balls filling the air.

Perland had no time to spare; the sight of his apprentice's miserable state almost made his eyes blaze with fury.

"Master... Master..." Blood seeped from Delock's forehead, his face was pale, and there was only a small tooth mark on his neck.

"Where are the vampires? Where did they go?" Perland asked sharply, barely able to suppress his murderous intent.

"I...don't know...he...he heard you come in...and ran away..."

This incredibly weak response made Perland realize that the vampires must have dealt a severe blow to their disciple.

Fortunately, he arrived at the villa's entrance just in time and discovered it in time...

"Where are you hurt? I have some ointment for healing wounds." He examined Delock's wound with heartache and found that a wooden splinter had pierced his abdomen. Fortunately, the wound was not large.

"I can cure you, I'll carry you on my back." With that, Perland scooped up Delock's body.

"No... Master... What if you get attacked..." Delock said anxiously, clinging to his back.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Come with me!"

The mercenaries' voices were not to be questioned.

The next moment, his alertness reached its peak, and he transformed into a leaping antelope, boldly leaping off the second floor.

……

The next day, Roy arrived at Perland's house and was surprised to find Delock there.

His abdomen was bandaged and he was in low spirits, but it was said that thanks to the healing ointment given to him by the mercenaries, the wound was healing rapidly and would not affect his recruitment.

When the townspeople heard that Joel's house had been attacked and that the mercenaries had only managed to save one person, their unease spread throughout the town like weeds that had been left untended for a long time.

"Chopper... is dead too?" Karazhan frantically ran around the courtyard upon hearing the news. "And if the Perland mercenaries hadn't gotten there in time, Drok would have died too!"

"Drok was right after all. Someone is secretly trying to hunt down those with bloodlines. As for the previous indiscriminate killing of innocents, it was definitely to cover up this fact!"

"What do we do, Roy!" He grabbed the latter's shoulders and shook him violently.

"The Drog family has a guard, yet the three of them together couldn't defeat that vampire! What if he sets his sights on us..."

A hint of despair flickered in his eyes.