Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

When Roy came out of the house, his back was already soaked with cold sweat, as if he had swum in water.

The pressure Leylin was putting on him was immense!

First, there's the difference in status. If the other party even has the slightest thought of wanting to kill him, they can do it with a flick of their finger without any hesitation!

Secondly, there is a huge disparity in strength. The opponent's observation skills are extremely sharp; Roy's every move and every micro-expression is firmly locked onto. The slightest mistake will anger the opponent, at which point Roy will have no chance to resist.

Having lived two lives, Roy's mental fortitude had been honed to an unyielding level, far surpassing that of ordinary people. However, he still felt somewhat suffocated by the invisible pressure emanating from the knight and almost revealed a weakness.

The data he glimpsed with his True Sight Eyes in a fleeting moment gave him a real jolt of energy.

【? ? ·Lotter】

[Race: Human 94.3%, Lotl Lion 2.8%, Unknown Bloodline 2.9%]

[Attributes: Strength ???, Constitution ???, Spirit 1.8, Magic 0.2]

【Skill:???……】

Height: 1.83m

……

It was impossible to see anything; apart from mental attributes, all of the opponent's attributes were as if bound by invisible shackles, making them impossible to discern. The skill bar was completely empty, offering no information whatsoever.

Previously, when looking at Delock, his skill bar was completely visible. Only when "deep analysis" was he able to detect the slight mental barrier. But this knight in front of him, he couldn't even see his skills clearly!

He can even see the data on Perland's mercenaries clearly!

"What exactly are the conditions for the Eye of True Sight to see attributes..." Roy murmured to himself. "Being able to see the details of a simplified bloodline witch array but not the Lion's Roar, does that mean the Lion's Roar is a level higher than a witch array?"

"And do the many question marks in this knight's information suggest that he is of a higher rank than the Perland mercenary?"

"What exactly is the definition of this so-called 'high-end'?"

The word "life energy" suddenly popped into Roy's mind.

If there's any difference between Perland and the knight from before, it's that the knight practices breathing techniques and has reached the level of condensing life seeds.

"Could it be that the seed of life elevated his life level to such an extent that I cannot observe it?"

Roy felt he was getting close to the truth.

Larry had been waiting outside for a long time, and when he saw Roy come out, he hurriedly went to greet him.

"What did the young master say?" he asked.

Leylin's evaluation of Roy, to some extent, also represents his evaluation of Roy.

"Young Master said we did a good job," Roy said to Larry, pausing his thoughts.

"Moreover, he seems quite interested in that notebook. I think that once the lord receives it, he will reward us."

"Really?" Larry's eyebrows gleamed with excitement. "I never thought I would one day gain the favor of a noble lord."

Roy wanted to say that the nobleman's favor wasn't for him, but for the wizard's unpredictable abilities.

But when he saw Larry standing respectfully by the door, looking secretly pleased, he knew they were not on the same wavelength.

Roy gently touched his forehead, where a slight burning sensation still lingered from the force of his earlier kowtow.

"This is a last resort," he told himself.

I will definitely retaliate in the future.

……

During those two days, Father Karl held a funeral for Delock that was far more elaborate than that of an ordinary person.

Firstly, it was due to his reputation among teenagers, and secondly, it was because his family was very wealthy.

Money brings better treatment; that's just how reality is.

I wonder what Joel will think when he returns and sees his son's grave.

At the funeral, most of the members of "Kingdom Sword" were present, each staring at Roy with sinister eyes, as if they wanted to torture him to death with their gazes and send him to hell.

But they only dared to glare angrily; in the end, no one dared to utter a sound, and they could only slink away dejectedly.

"Roy...why do you want everyone to hate you?" Karazhan deliberately saved this question for last.

He found it strange when Roy asked him to put himself on the fire to roast. What good would it do him except make him the target of everyone's hatred?

From Karazhan's perspective, it's impossible to imagine that Roy could become stronger by fighting with others. Therefore, he has been racking his brains for the past two days, scratching his head but still having no clue.

Roy intends to avoid discussing this matter.

He brought up another topic.

"Karazhan, haven't you mastered your straight thrust yet?"

"I happen to have some secret medicine that the mercenaries gave me. Shall we practice?"

……

Two days later, the atmosphere in Lanxi Town was very lively due to the arrival of the conscription.

The weather was perfect, and the sunlight was warm.

Wisps of clouds stretched endlessly across the sky with the wind, while sunlight cast dappled, shimmering shadows on the path.

In the town square, a pile of wood several meters high had already been erected, ready to be lit into a roaring bonfire that evening to celebrate this memorable moment with the messengers sent by the lord.

"It's a pity that the handsome knight has already gone back, otherwise I would definitely let him taste my cooking!" An aunt clicked her tongue in regret, her eyes full of certainty, as if her culinary skills could win the heart of a nobleman.

"Come on, they're nobles, they wouldn't look down on our simple meals," someone said, pouring cold water on the idea.

"Aren't nobles human beings? They eat vegetables and meat just like everyone else!" the auntie retorted, unconvinced.

The square was bustling with activity, the noisy voices carried on the warm breeze and sunshine, making it more lively than usual.

The blacksmith shop was rarely closed. As Roy walked past the door, the absence of the clanging sound of hammers left him feeling empty. More importantly, he had to find his own lunch, which meant spending money at the Soram's Tavern, a thought that felt like a waste.

The sun hung leisurely in the sky when suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves rang out, approaching from afar, steady and powerful.

coming.

The summoned youths were scattered throughout the central square, gazing back at the knights on horseback, looking majestic and imposing.

"Olivier!" The mayor, seemingly already aware of the visitor's name, greeted him in a hoarse voice.

When the knight dismounted and walked, excitedly embracing the mayor, murmurs began to rise.

They then learned that the messenger came from Lanxi Town and was one of the young men who had been called to the capital years ago.

He was a generation younger than the town mayor.

He left Lanxi Town, became a knight's squire, and returned home in glory—this is a living example.

The boys instantly became incredibly excited, their blood boiling, their eyes filled with anticipation and excitement.

The townspeople became even more enthusiastic than when Leilin had come a couple of days earlier.

They and the nobles were ultimately from two different worlds, while the envoy before them had once lived in the same small town.

"I recognize you, Olivier!" a middle-aged woman shrieked. "I used to wash your clothes!"

"Aunt Leora, that was twenty years ago," Olivier said awkwardly, his memory returning as he recalled the past.

"It really is you, you've grown so much!" Seeing that he was completely at ease, Olivier's childhood friends went up to him, putting their arms around each other and exchanging pleasantries, creating a harmonious atmosphere.

Olivier was struggling to stay afloat, like a small boat in a giant wave, about to be capsized if he wasn't careful.

But his face undoubtedly showed genuine joy.

Karazhan stood beside Roy, and seeing this scene, tears of emotion welled up in his eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Roy raised an eyebrow.

"After becoming a knight's squire, returning to reunite with my childhood friends, I have never seen such a wonderful scene!"

Karazhan's voice was choked with emotion.

"This was my childhood dream! Ideally, I'd marry Mary in a grand and glorious ceremony!"

Mary is the town's undisputed beauty, just turned eighteen, and the white moonlight in every boy's heart.

Karazhan loved her deeply.

As soon as he finished speaking, Karazhan turned to look at Roy, a look of sympathy and pity suddenly appearing on his face.

"I almost forgot, you don't have any friends right now."