Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

Larry selected several pieces of evidence, the most important of which was the notebook. He carefully wrapped them, preparing to present them to the lord.

These pieces of evidence embody his hopes for promotion.

At the same time, he assured Roy that he would not make public the fact that he had killed Delock for the time being, since it would inevitably damage the boy's reputation.

……

An unusual event has occurred in Lanxi Town.

The sheriff confirmed the news: the vampires had been annihilated, but Drock had died a heroic death in the battle. He had demonstrated the qualities of a knight's squire: unwavering courage, perseverance, and exceptional swordsmanship. The death of such a promising young man plunged the entire town of Lanxi into mourning, and the "Sword of the Kingdom" was also shrouded in a somber atmosphere of grief.

Some people had mixed feelings of joy and sorrow.

Gerrard's expression shifted between anger and uncertainty.

With Deloker dead, he automatically rose one rank and had the opportunity to be drafted, which was a good thing.

But the thought of being drafted alongside Roy, who was suspected of murder, sent a chill down his spine.

In the rustling autumn wind, the final gathering of "Kingdomsword" began.

Even without Delock, the boys spontaneously gathered at the cemetery, demonstrating remarkable unity. However, Olga was once again grounded by her father and sadly remained at home.

Meanwhile, Gerald asked Roy to go with him, but Roy refused, saying he wanted to practice his swordsmanship on his own, which deepened Gerald's suspicions about him.

Upon arriving at the cemetery, instead of him, the second-best of the ten masters, taking charge, someone suddenly stood in the spot where Delock usually stood, holding a wooden sword, and began to speak to the boys.

"Karazan!?" Gerald was surprised to find that he was still alive.

"My fellow warriors of the Kingdom's Sword..." Karazhan spoke with righteous indignation and a powerful voice, "When Drok went to slay that vampire, he foresaw his own death..."

"But!" With the added force of brute force, even the vibration in his vocal cords intensified, "he still resolutely went!"

The boys were buzzing with discussion.

"Oh, he's a true knight!"

"Drok, I salute you!"

"I will learn from his noble qualities!"

"I knew our leader was a good man!"

After the murmurs subsided, Karazhan spoke with deep emotion: "Before his departure, Drok entrusted the 'Sword of the Kingdom' to me. Although I do not believe I am capable of taking his place, I urge you all to stand with me, with Drok, whose soul has returned to the heavens, and march toward the path of chivalry, together inheriting his will!"

Such a heroic declaration naturally aroused endless responses from the passionate young people, who shouted things like "Willpower," "Knight," and "Damn vampires," and the scene was once as arrogant as a pyramid scheme.

Even more extreme, some wield wooden sticks and use every trick in the book just to demonstrate their swordsmanship.

The air was thick with a somber atmosphere.

Karazhan's lips twitched slightly; he hadn't expected Roy's rhetoric to be so effective.

He continued his relentless pursuit.

"Before that, I want to, on behalf of the Ten Great Masters, condemn someone's actions!"

At this moment, Karazhan was furious, like Zhurong fighting Gonggong, his whole body almost bursting into flames.

This anger was no less than that of the Perland mercenaries who had driven the boys away earlier. The boys calmed down and listened with firm eyes to the words of the former sixth-ranked master among the top ten.

"Roy, formerly ranked tenth among the top ten masters, has committed the crime of disloyalty! He actually abandoned Drok and fled when fighting alongside him!" Karazhan spoke each word with precision, as if he had witnessed it firsthand. "If the vampires were the culprits who killed Drok, then Roy was their accomplice!!!"

"What!?"

"I didn't know he wasn't a good person until he confronted Brenda directly!"

"Yes! To me, his fighting style doesn't resemble that of a knight at all; it's more like that of a thief!"

"I knew this guy's fighting style was too cunning; it's the most treacherous I've ever seen!"

You have a different interpretation now!?

Brenda recalled the time when he fell from the pedestal of the top ten masters, when everyone looked at him coldly and indifferently, leaving him bewildered and his Dao heart quietly shattered.

However, apart from him, the boys raised their long sticks and wooden swords, their eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

"Everyone, lay down your weapons." Karazhan sighed, then transformed back into a sage monk seated atop the seven-story pagoda. "We need to give him a little punishment, but not too much."

He revealed his kind nature.

"I'll... use my fists."

In the crowd, Gerald heard some familiar words, and suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with terror.

……

The setting sun cast a sliver of warm light into the river, instantly transforming the water into flowing molten gold, each ripple appearing as if it were burning.

Roy approached the riverbank and poured the golden reflection in the water onto his muscular body.

At that time, when he took a bath, his flesh and bones were barely visible. He was not tall, and he could be completely submerged in the shallow water. He looked so pale and weak.

Nowadays, his body is not exactly well-proportioned, but it is strong and powerful, and he can even slightly emerge from the river.

The stains drifted downstream along the river. Roy got out of the water, wiped his body with his clothes he had changed out of, and then changed into clean clothes.

Where the current is swift, a laundry basket rests on pebbles, and an older woman squats on the bank, vigorously scrubbing the clothes on a washboard with both hands. The foam floats away with the current, and the wooden mallet occasionally strikes the cloth, making a dull thud.

Laundry work is the old lady's job. Despite a day of sunshine, the river water is still a bit cold, and the old lady's fingers, soaked in the water, are wrinkled and faintly bloody.

"Doing laundry again?"

The old woman said this as Roy put the clothes in the laundry basket and handed over a copper coin.

This child takes baths far too frequently, almost once a day—it's like the bathing of noble gentlemen.

However, the aunt was quite happy to receive a stable income of one copper coin a day from him.

She hurriedly washed her clothes, but while rubbing them, she touched a small, hard object. She took it out and found it was a copper coin. She turned around to look for the boy, but he had already disappeared.

The woman thought for a moment, gritted her teeth, and quietly hid the copper coin in her pocket.

……

As the sunset faded, the early moon resembled a faint kiss.

"The temperature is dropping, so we can't go swimming directly in the river anymore." Roy stretched his body, feeling the warmth slowly spreading through his limbs. Admittedly, he was physically strong, and the cold water in winter was not something most people could withstand.

"Unless I become stronger and can directly use life energy, why would I fear cold water?"

"Fortunately," he grinned, his face radiating confidence, "the new physical attributes are about to arrive."

There was no wind on the way home.

The autumn evening is quiet and gentle, like a fine wine, with a mellow and lingering aroma.

Roy raised an eyebrow, his skin suddenly becoming slightly warm.

That was thermal sensing, warning him that there was life around him.

The sound of pebbles rolling on the ground was deliberately kept low.

someone.

A lot of people.