Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

The wizard apprentice wrote in his notes that the simplified magic circle was the most basic magic circle, with unexpected consequences, and warned in clear black lettering to the right of the magic circle diagram:

This witchcraft formation is strictly forbidden to be spread outside the sect.

Unfortunately, it's already a side story.

Roy memorized all the wizarding text and spell patterns in the book, then put the notebook back in its original place.

In the corner, a stone coffin nearly two meters long caught his attention.

【Anti-corrosion coffin】

[Type: Witchcraft Artifact]

Rating: E

【Function: Super preservative, blood-absorbing】

[Super corrosion resistant: Cooling to an ultra-low temperature of -196°C completely freezes microbial metabolism and electrochemical corrosion reactions]

[Blood drinking: Absorbing blood as an energy source]

[Description: An embalming coffin invented by the bloodline-faction wizard Kakaro. It is the most basic preservation device and was widely produced and used by wizards. It belongs to the category of mass-produced wizarding artifacts.]

"Wow, that's amazing!" Roy blurted out involuntarily.

It's not that the artifact itself is powerful, but rather that its inventor was Kakaro, a wizard from the bloodline faction.

Could this Kakaro be the leader of the bloodline faction?

However, this stone coffin is extremely heavy and enormous. Let alone taking it away, it would probably cause the wooden stairs to collapse if it were moved up. I don't know how Delock managed to store it.

He could only leave regretfully, taking the Bloodline Resonance Fern with him and, incidentally, erasing any signs that someone had been there.

Hours later, a hint of fear crept into the townspeople's gossip. It was said that someone had reported to Sheriff Larry that the notorious vampire had been beheaded and executed, a shocking and gratifying event.

However, some townspeople still didn't believe it, thinking it was just a rumor. Even the bronze-level mercenary Mor had been defeated by the vampires, so only the Perland mercenary in Lanxi Town was capable of fighting him. Many townspeople also knew that the Perland mercenary had been staying indoors for the past few days, so how could he possibly kill a vampire? Therefore, this rumor was temporarily left unsaid.

Afterwards, news of Delock's murder by the vampires and his transformation into a dried-up corpse spread like wildfire, instantly filling the air with the scent of blood. Such an outstanding young man, and most importantly, his father was a businessman of considerable status and wealth, which would probably make things very difficult for the town mayor.

However, the most moved were the young men of the "Kingdom's Sword." They hadn't seen Delock's body, so naturally they couldn't believe it. How could the number one of the ten masters die so inexplicably?

They rushed to the mercenary's house, shouting and demanding to see Delock, only to be driven away by the menacing sword. The mercenary refused to mention Delock, which slightly increased their trust in the rumors.

"Could it be that Delock is really dead?"

"Don't talk nonsense. Let's go find the other top ten experts. They have a good relationship with Delock, so they must know the news."

"rational."

Without a doubt, Gerrard is the easiest of the top ten to find.

He spends all his time helping out in his father's blacksmith shop. It is said that he has mastered a special skill and his forging technique has improved by leaps and bounds. He can now help out in Old John's private forge.

The apprentices were reluctant to disturb the forge, but there were simply too many young men who came in groups, each wielding a wooden stick and displaying solid and reliable swordsmanship in every move, undoubtedly a powerful force.

After thinking about it, they decided to knock on the door anyway.

Gerald emerged from the forging workshop, unaware of what had transpired outside. He had spent half the day in the forging process.

"Gerard, do you know where DeLock is?"

Upon hearing this, Gerald pointed to the location of Perland's mercenary hut.

"It seems he doesn't know either." The boys all sighed.

"Don't panic! The conscription starts in three days, and Delock will definitely appear!" a young man said clearly.

"That's right," someone loudly agreed.

Gerald was puzzled and asked the boys for the reason.

Upon learning the whole story, especially the possibility that Delock might be dead, he was suddenly jolted, remembering the question Roy had asked him on his way back the day he became one of the top ten masters.

That day, Roy suddenly turned around and asked him for his opinion on Delock.

After he finished speaking, judging from Roy's actions and expression, he had clearly made a great decision.

Gerald's brow furrowed suddenly. Fish swam through the sea of ​​clues, piecing together the jumbled fragments of memory until they were restored into a complete puzzle.

After sorting out his thoughts, his eyes widened, revealing surprise.

If Delock really is dead...

Three possibilities intertwined and swirled in his mind.

Roy killed him, the vampires killed him, or perhaps...

Roy is a vampire, and a vampire is Roy!

This line of thinking, though astonishing, surprisingly makes perfect sense when it corresponds to the peculiarities of Roy in Gerald's memory.

Growing up so fast, what else could it be but a vampire?

In addition, there was the previous act of having him collect those plants.

The more I thought about it, the more it made sense.

The only one who saw through the truth was someone whose wisdom surpassed that of ordinary people!

"So, everyone, including the Perand mercenaries, was kept in the dark by him?"

"not good!"

He immediately asked the boys, "Have you seen Karazhan?"

The boys were stunned, and shook their heads in unison.

It’s over.

Gerrard felt empty inside, as if he had completely lost a game of chess.

Not only in terms of strength, but also in terms of strategy, they were completely defeated.

No, it's not over yet.

He acted hastily.

He has to go find Karazhan, or at least find his body.

……

The moment Larry saw the dried corpse, he was filled with fear and despair.

This is a matter that should fall under the jurisdiction of the sheriff, but it is not something he can handle.

In such a small place as Lanxi Town, there aren't many strongmen, so how powerful can the sheriff be?

How did I end up in the trouble of being a vampire?!

"This is the vampire, and this is Droc." Roy's voice rang in his ears.

"what?"

Larry stared at the hairy creature, which looked like Bigfoot from an adventure story, speechless.

How could Drok be a vampire?

If you're a vampire, how did you manage to drain yourself dry?

"Poor Drok, he must have been cursed by some evil curse to turn into a demon and actually tried to attack me." Roy's face was full of lingering fear. "Luckily, Karazhan was with me, otherwise I'm afraid..."

Larry turned to look at Karazhan and saw him nodding heavily, muttering things like "a vicious curse" and "may he rest in peace."

Is it really a curse?

Larry shook his head violently, trying to clear his mind of the chaotic thoughts. All he wanted now was to get this mess over with and return to his peaceful life. What did curses have to do with him?

Roy grabbed him without explanation, insisting that they search Drok's old house together, saying they wanted to find the source of the curse.

Well, this is the sheriff's duty, not something he's forced to do because of the boy's violence. Larry thought to himself.

Having already searched once before, he was somewhat distracted this time, yet he still made a new discovery.

The painting on the wall was a little crooked, so he tried to straighten it, but the painting became even more crooked and flipped over horizontally.

Just as the picture frame flipped, Larry seemed to hear a faint sound.

Is there a sound coming from under the carpet?

He lifted the floorboards, revealing a rectangular hole.

As he slowly stepped inside, he caught a glimpse of the entire basement.

The strange array drawn with blood was the first thing to catch his attention.

Next, there were exquisite experimental instruments on the table, and stacks of books.

Roy had already moved the Bloodline Resonance Fern away beforehand, and Larry only noticed that a corner of the table was somewhat empty, without suspecting anything.

Finally, with Roy's deliberate or unintentional prompting, Larry began rummaging through the pile of books and found a notebook hidden deep inside.

The notes contained shockingly detailed information, far beyond what an ordinary person could know. Even more bizarre were the characters themselves; though distorted and strange, they possessed a rigorous sense of regularity, suggesting they were not fabricated but rather resembled a well-polished and deeply ingrained language.

Larry realized that this language... probably came from a strange world he could not even imagine.

"Could it be... the language of a wizard..." This thought slithered into his mind like a venomous snake and wouldn't leave.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally made up his mind.

"This basement, as evidence, must be kept exactly as it is," he said solemnly. "I will report the whole matter. It involves a wizard, so the higher-ups will definitely be alarmed, hmm... maybe even the lord himself will get involved..."

The existence of wizards is shrouded in mystery to the world. Even the great lords who can cultivate extraordinary knights are absolutely unable to resist such temptation.

At that time... maybe Larry will be rewarded for this, and may even have the opportunity to leave this godforsaken town of Lanxi?

He composed himself, turned to Roy, and reassured him, "Don't worry, young man. Although you killed Delock, if what you said is true, it's considered self-defense, and you can still participate in the conscription."