Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

"Roy..."

A distant sigh echoed in the air.

The vampire turmoil had just subsided, and few people ventured out in the evening. But what appeared before Roy were dozens of eager teenagers.

Led by Karazhan, they hid on both sides of the road, waiting for Roy to appear before suddenly rising up and surrounding him.

The oil lamps formed a fiery snake, with varying heights, resembling pulsating blood vessels.

The boys started swearing.

"You deserter!"

"You're the one who killed Delock!"

"The way you injured Brenda last time is proof of your viciousness!"

Faced with so many sharp accusations, Roy not only did not feel ashamed, but instead took a deep breath, as if the fragrance of flowers was wafting at his nose. His expression was so intoxicated that he looked like someone who had taken hallucinogenic drugs.

"Karazhan, well done."

Roy's face lit up with joy, and an astonishing fighting spirit surged from his body. At the same time, lines of text appeared in his vision like ripples on water.

[Brawling (Fighting Training)]

[Special Effect: For every ten enemies defeated, an estimated 0.1 points of Constitution will be gained, up to a maximum of 0.1/0.5. Current number of enemies defeated: 7]

That's exactly why he had Karazhan spread his false deeds!

Fighting is bad, but a 0.4 constitution attribute is good, so I have to take it down as soon as possible!

He looked around and labeled the boys' heads with numbers.

More than forty people, accounting for more than half of the total number of "Kingdom Swords", proved everyone's immense respect and love for their leader.

What a touching scene!

Karazhan, his face somber, continued his performance before the crowd.

He waved to signal the boys to move.

"I can't bear to see my former comrades hurt. You... go."

The boys, already like drawn bows, leaped past their temporary leader like thugs robbing on the road, their joints exploding with powerful, resounding sounds.

To be honest, Roy felt quite pressured being ganged up on by more than forty people.

However, if you really can't handle it, running away is still an option.

He took a step forward, his steps sliding naturally, his movements somewhat unpredictable.

"Kill...!" The roar abruptly stopped. Roy's eyes sharpened, his steps quickened, and his knuckles slammed into a man's face, sending him flying with immense force.

A white tooth, stained with blood, fell gracefully to the ground.

"Huh!?" The preemptive move stirred up a huge storm. Although the boys did not carry weapons, they had practiced swordsmanship and were used to slashing and thrusting. With each thrust and slash, they themselves became weapons!

In an instant, several people used their bodies as swords, their sharpness undeniable, their arms slashing and thrusting like professional martial artists.

Finally, a wind came, a restless and strong wind, sweeping in from all directions, threatening to tear the person in the middle to pieces.

but……

If the young men can use their bodies as swords, why can't Roy?

And it will be an even higher level of swordsmanship.

An invisible force rose from the soles of his feet, flowed up his spine, his waist and hips straightened, twisted like a nimble snake, and what he threw out with all his might was not a sword, but a powerful whip kick!

Roy couldn't stop his kick, using all of his 3.7 power.

The boy who was first hit felt a sudden tightness in his chest, as if he had been slammed into the chest by a wild boar. His body flew out with a whoosh, even faster than when he came, knocking away the boy behind him and tumbling into the crowd!

"pity."

The group of teenagers gasped and grimaced, but Roy was not satisfied with the power of the kick. It was far inferior to the mercenary's spinning slash that could sever five heads with a single sword strike.

At this moment, the road was completely silent.

The one who was just kicked out was one of the top ten masters.

It couldn't withstand the power of a single kick.

...It's too unreal.

And several other people fell to the ground and wailed after him.

It felt like a dream.

The number of people defeated instantly dropped to 1/10. At the same time, his 0.1 physique was like a gentle spring rain, soothing his breath and restoring all the energy he had just lost.

"Brilliant," he thought.

If one's physical constitution is lower than their strength, they should control their strength; otherwise, they will soon be out of breath and unable to fight anymore.

However, with the addition of the "fighting" action, it's like having several extra stamina potions, which he can use at will.

He looked up in an instant, his expression frantic and agitated, like a cat seeing a mouse.

Brenda, standing at the back, looked weak and as if she would collapse at any moment.

In his eyes, a monstrous shadow of a troll rose up behind Roy.

Evil, magnificent, awe-inspiring.

With so many companions in front of him, even a single kick from each of them could have reduced the opponent to a mangled state.

As soon as someone makes a move, others will follow suit and swarm in.

but……

Brenda silently took a step back.

Why is no one daring to step forward?

……

The battle ended quickly.

With the help of superb free fighting skills and endless physical strength, the boys fell one after another like lambs to the slaughter, no, more like piglets.

They were powerless to resist.

Some people even obediently fell to the ground upon meeting eye contact, escaping the punishment of fists and kicks.

These people are also included in the "current number of people defeated".

The boys thought to themselves that this was an unparalleled demon, and should be dealt with by a true knight; their knightly will was insufficient to fight against this raging power.

Finally, the fallen boy secretly opened his eyes, his gaze shifting to the last glimmer of hope standing tall.

Karazhan.

Gerald, who was originally ranked second among the top ten experts, did not come; he was already the most powerful fighter here.

His chivalrous will was the strongest among them. It was also he who proposed punishing Roy.

They were hoping that Karazhan would step in and defeat the demon.

Then, they opened their eyes wide in disbelief.

The two men clenched their fists and gently touched them together, just like close friends.

In the blink of an eye, a look of pain appeared on Karazhan's face, and without warning, he fell backward.

Karazhan has fallen!

"leader!!!"

The boys shouted in their hearts.

"Ugh..." Karazhan foamed at the mouth, his eyes rolled back, displaying superb acting skills.

Taking advantage of the moment, the moonlight covered him with a blanket, allowing him to fall into a long, peaceful sleep.

……

Roy returned home and fell into a long silence.

The "fighting" action finally reached its limit, resulting in his physique reaching 2.7.

For the next three days, there was nothing of importance to do.

The statue's attributes have been fully utilized, and the forging table has reached its limit. The only thing not yet maxed out is wheat harvesting.

However, that will have to wait until next year. He probably won't be here next year; instead, he'll leave with the conscription team.

He sat at the doorway, doing nothing, looking around the town.

The night sky is like a boundless sea, quiet, vast, and mysterious.

The twinkling stars are like sparkling fireworks.

The fields, villages, and trees, in their tranquil slumber, are draped in a silver veil.

Harmony and tranquility are the main themes of the town.

He imprinted everything into his increasingly exceptional memory, got up, and prepared to go to the Soram Tavern for a hearty meal.

……

Early the next morning, strangers arrived in Lanxi Town.

The visitor was dressed as a formal knight, clad in armor and wielding a sharp weapon. His elegant armor gleamed, and his steed was tall and imposing, its tail flying as it galloped.

He clearly has a noble status.

Soon, he was invited into the mayor's house.