Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

"Roy?" Leylin heard footsteps, turned around, and looked indignant.

Admittedly, he could show respect to an elderly person out of aristocratic etiquette, but there was no need to do so with a young boy.

Therefore, he simply displayed the arrogance inherent in aristocrats without any reservations. This was also a psychological tactic; his superior attitude was enough to intimidate the young man before him, throw him into disarray, and naturally prevent him from uttering a single lie.

"grown ups!"

Sure enough, the boy's face turned pale instantly, filled with fear. He thought he had offended the other party in some way, and he knelt down with a "thump," his head bowed low and his back hunched over like a shrimp.

"If you know my name, my life will be worthwhile!" His words were not without exaggeration, but Leylin was easily swayed by it. A hint of pleasure flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but narrow them.

Do you know who I am?

Leylin's voice was deep and cold, carrying a chilling quality that could shake one's very soul.

"I've heard a bit of a rumor about this in town..." the boy answered truthfully.

"That makes things easier. I'll ask, you answer. If you dare to lie, you know the consequences."

As he spoke, the iron sword at his waist was slightly drawn half an inch from its sheath, a cold light flashed, accompanied by a clanging sound like a dragon's roar.

Tick.

Cold sweat was dripping down the boy's face, onto the exquisite carpet.

Leylin was very satisfied with the boy's performance, which reminded him of the serfs he had executed before.

Those people, even on their deathbeds, were all cowering in fear, not even having the courage to look up at him.

Hmph, they're nothing but lowly ants, daring to step on his boots. So ignorant and arrogant, they truly deserve to die.

"Did you kill that boy named Delock?"

Suddenly, the questioning began.

"Yes...it was me...but the sheriff said it was self-defense..." The boy was sweating profusely.

Leylin nodded slightly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, his eyes remaining completely calm.

"Did he exhibit any...strange behavior before you killed him?"

Lei Lin asked a vague question, but the boy seemed to be struck by lightning and began to tremble all over.

Yes, there is!

"He used the bloodline abilities of Lucao and Chopper!"

"Bloodline ability?" Leylin was taken aback. This term was all too familiar to the Lotter family.

Their family has the ancient bloodline of the Lothl Lion, and the abilities they awaken are different - some have a "lion's roar" that can shake the soul, some can grow "claws" that are incomparably sharp, and some have gained "strength" that can shake mountains and fill seas.

He was the lucky one who awakened the power of "robustness". With the help of this ability, his physical fitness had already broken through the limits of ordinary people and reached an unbelievable level. This also made him advance to the rank of knight much faster than his peers.

If he remembered correctly, his younger brother had awakened the power of "Lion's Roar." The family's ancient texts recorded that the more refined and powerful one's spiritual energy, the shorter the period of stun after unleashing Lion's Roar. Unfortunately, his brother's spiritual energy was mediocre, ultimately preventing him from fully unleashing the power of this ability.

However, judging from what this boy said, this Delock... used two abilities by himself?

It is not impossible to have two bloodlines, but the probability is so slim that it is almost legendary.

Leylin's mind raced, and he asked, "Has this Drock... used any other abilities?"

The boy took a deep breath, mustered his courage, and raised his head slightly, his voice trembling noticeably: "Yes, sir."

His Adam's apple bobbed, and a deep sense of dread appeared on his face. He added, "That ability... was truly terrifying. Even now, thinking about it still terrifies me."

If I had to describe it with a single object…

The boy glanced out the window, as if he were thinking about something far away.

"Like...the roar of a lion."

"Are you sure!?"

Leylin's composure shattered instantly, his face turning ashen. He lunged forward, his large hand gripping the boy's shoulder so tightly it nearly crushed his shoulder bone.

It wasn't until the boy let out a heart-wrenching scream of pain that he realized his lapse in composure, coughed softly, and reluctantly released his grip.

"My lord... I'm sure... Delock said it was his own bloodline ability..." The boy cried out in pain, crawling on the ground, large beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

"How is this possible... to possess three abilities in one person..." Leylin paced anxiously around the room, his brows furrowed.

He was now certain that this Droc was no ordinary bloodline user; he had used some method to combine the bloodline abilities of others into his own!

Moreover, the third ability is suspected to be a lion's roar!

The sheriff had previously reported that he had handed over the suspected wizard's notes to his father.

If this is true, then that notebook might contain the legendary method of "bloodline fusion".

That is the most precious treasure that all those with that bloodline would spend their entire lives yearning for!

Compared to this treasure, what does his brother's death matter?

Leylin chuckled inwardly. With the existence of the "bloodline fusion" method, their Lotter family would surely prosper even more.

Perhaps, even he, a formal knight, could use this to advance his career further.

Who could have imagined that this small border town would have such an opportunity? He didn't even have time to care that Delock might be the murderer of his brother.

"You did a great job," Raylin praised sincerely.

"Thank you, sir." The boy bowed his head, his tone humble and respectful, yet tinged with an indescribable joy.

A good dog feels joy when praised by its owner.

Leylin was very satisfied with the boy's attitude.

He genuinely believed that his father, Viscount Histor's, rhetoric of "loving the people like his own children" was utterly ridiculous. Those commoners dressed in coarse linen and covered in mud were mostly nothing more than pigs who only knew how to eat, drink, and excrete.

They have no wisdom, no dignity, and cannot even learn basic gratitude. Their only value in the world is to irrigate the fields with their sweat and forge tools with their hands to provide food and clothing for those of noble lineage, to be driven and raised like livestock.

Pigs, on the other hand, should stay in the mud. Giving them too much favor will only breed unwarranted ambition. A mere compliment brought such joy to the boy—this is how ordinary people should be.

"After Derok died, his body turned into a dried-up corpse?" Leylin mentioned the information he had previously obtained from Larry.

"Yes, sir. He must have been cursed by some evil spell to look like that." The boy said, trembling with fear.

"Hmm... I see." Leylin stroked his chin, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes. "It seems that the bloodline fusion method has some unknown side effects."

Although he had never seen a wizard in person, he had heard a little about the unpredictable nature of witchcraft.

At the same time, even some inferior magical artifacts that the Lotter family obtained from various channels had all sorts of strange side effects.

"One last question." Leylin's tone remained calm, but his eyes subtly sharpened as they fell on the boy: "Did you... take anything from Delock?"

He thought the boy would immediately shake his head in denial, but to his surprise, as soon as he finished speaking, the boy began to tremble violently as if he were exposed to heavy snow. His whole body was shaking, and he was so scared that he almost stopped breathing.

"Um?"

A faint hum escaped Lei Lin's nose; he hadn't expected that his casual question would yield such an unexpected result.

The boy fell heavily to the ground, his voice trembling. If he were to raise his head now, he would probably be weeping uncontrollably.

"I was wrong! My lord, I was wrong! I... I did take something from Delock!"

He trembled as he reached into his robes and pulled out a stone slab slightly larger than his fist. "Drok said it was a supernatural item, and I got greedy... I was so wrong!"

With just one glance, Leylin recognized the origin of the stone slab.

The Power Tablet is one of the most widely circulated magical artifacts on the black market. The strange thing is that it is never out of stock; brand new tablets always appear. Anyone with a discerning eye can guess that a wizard is secretly releasing them.

He knew that Delock's father was a traveling merchant, and with a little attention, he could also get his hands on the stone slab.

Seeing that the boy had only taken out this one stone slab, Leylin showed a disappointed expression. He had thought there would be something more important, but he did not expect it to be such a common witch artifact.

But then he thought about it again. Any extraordinary item, in the eyes of this ignorant commoner, was already a priceless treasure that would make him take the risk.

He didn't even have the intention of taking back the stone tablet, since it was useless to a knight.

Finally, Leylin waved his hand impatiently, signaling the boy to leave.