Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

"Amazing!" Karazhan used his "brute force," his muscles bulging, and punched Olivier in the palm. Olivier swayed involuntarily and immediately beamed with joy.

"A powerful force, probably around 4.5. You're a bloodline user, aren't you?" Olivier had been in the lord's manor for many years and had seen many bloodline users. They often possessed extraordinary physiques and strength, and Karazhan just happened to fit that description.

"I am a descendant of the Jakka Boar, so my power is much greater," Karazhan replied.

Jaka the Giant Pig—Olivier had heard of this bloodline.

Among the recruits from other towns, there was also a Jeka Giant Boar bloodline user. His power caused quite a stir at the time, almost comparable to that of an ordinary person who had practiced breathing techniques for several months.

This bloodline possessed unique advantages, starting with a huge gap between him and others. He continued to win step by step, eventually becoming a formal knight in just a few years, leaving everyone else far behind.

"Excellent, excellent." Olivier showed genuine joy, patting Karazhan on the shoulder as if he had met a long-lost friend.

The number 4.5, once it spread, caused a huge stir among the crowd. Countless teenagers turned pale, shocked that Karazhan had been hiding so much strength all along. Gerald, in particular, who had thought he still had a chance, was now stunned by the sudden blow.

"Well hidden, Karazhan..."

"4.5? That's not even in the same league."

"What are those with a special bloodline? Are they that powerful?"

The crowd was noisy and their voices trembled.

"Wow, great!" Suddenly, Olivier clapped his hands repeatedly as if he had won the lottery, his face beaming with undisguised elation. "3.7 power, another prodigy!"

Everyone's faces turned even paler as they stared blankly at Roy, who had finished the test.

He stood calmly, like a duckweed floating on water, without sorrow or joy.

Arrogance and self-confidence are the impressions he gives to others.

However, judging from Olivier's joy, he certainly has the right to do so.

It seems that the two candidates selected for this recruitment have already been decided.

The boys felt dejected, like drowning dogs bowing their heads.

Olivier was in high spirits; he was sure to receive a substantial reward for bringing the two back.

"Could it be that you are also a bloodline holder?" he asked curiously.

"My lord, I am a bloodline holder, but I do not know what bloodline I am," Roy replied sincerely.

"Hmm... I don't know much about the different bloodlines. Perhaps you'll know your own bloodline once you enter the manor." Olivier felt that the number of people with bloodlines in Blackwater Territory had increased significantly in recent years, but he wondered what was going on.

Although the candidates had been basically decided, Olivier continued testing, just in case another powerful character emerged later.

Unfortunately, no. Until the end of the strength test, apart from these two, the one with the highest strength was the John family's child.

"Since there's such a big gap, we probably don't need to continue the next test..." Olivier's eyes darted around as he looked at the group of boys whose eyes were burning with passion.

That was the flame of resentment.

He sighed, somewhat worried, fearing that continuing the testing might be discouraging for the youths. After all, those with bloodlines, aside from strength, would most likely also possess exceptionally strong physiques.

But wouldn't stopping be a blow as well?

Caught in a dilemma, Olivier only pondered for a moment before deciding to continue with the testing process. However, his attention was now entirely focused on the two outstanding teenagers, eagerly anticipating their performance in the other two tests.

"Next is the physical fitness test," Olivier announced loudly. "Run ten laps around Lanxi Town as fast as you can. The earlier you finish, the higher your score."

This is the same physical fitness test item every year. One lap around Lanxi Town is about 3 kilometers, so 10 laps would be 30 kilometers, which is not a short distance.

Standing at the starting line, the boys rushed out at Olivier's command. Because the road was narrow, they took the front row, while Roy and Karazhan temporarily stayed together to run alongside.

After two laps, the crowd in front thinned out, and the pace of the first person in line began to slow down. Only then did the two of them start to exert their strength. Karazhan, due to his superior physique and strength, still had a lot of stamina left and disappeared in a flash.

Roy ran ahead of all the other boys, forming a second group by himself, and controlled the entire long-distance race at his own pace.

Unfortunately, the long-distance running action seemed too conventional and failed to trigger the True Sight Eye's reaction.

In the end, Roy completed the test at an average pace of three and a half minutes, while Karazhan finished at three minutes and twenty seconds. Compared to the marathon in his previous life, the physical fitness test was shorter in distance, but the road conditions were more difficult. Moreover, the teenagers were not wearing professional equipment and had no supplies for the entire 30 kilometers, so they could only rely on their willpower to get through it.

Keep in mind that they are all at most 16 years old, so it's already quite impressive that they were able to complete this task.

Roy, standing at both the starting point and the end point, looked around.

"Olga!" He spotted a staggering figure at the intersection, his heart tightened, and he ran over.

"Roy...Roy..." Olga was running in a daze, like a stranded fish, only able to swing her legs.

"I know...you're not that kind of person..." he mumbled incoherently.

Olga missed the final gathering of the Kingdom's Sword due to his father's confinement and ultimately failed to hear Karazhan's speech in person. However, when he later heard his companions hurling insults at Roy, he didn't hesitate to fiercely retort, claiming that Roy could never be the kind of person to desert in the face of battle.

"They must be jealous of you... becoming one of the top ten masters so quickly, that's why they're slandering you..." Orga said breathlessly, but still kept talking.

"Tell me, Roy...you didn't do that." He desperately wanted a definitive answer.

Without hesitation, Roy raised his hand and said firmly, "I swear, I absolutely did not run away."

Olga chuckled, as if mocking her companions' shameful jealousy.

"I knew it..."

As his smile widened, his breathing became increasingly heavy.

Roy instinctively reached out to help Olga, but then he thought better of it. It would slow her down, and Olga would never accept it. He withdrew his hand and said in a deep voice, "I'll help you break the wind, okay?"

Before Olga could answer, he had already run up to her.

His body underwent a near-complete transformation in just one month. His originally frail and thin frame could now completely block the autumn wind blowing towards Olga, greatly reducing the resistance he faced.

At the same time, he slowed down to match Olga's pace.

Running with someone leading you and running alone are completely different experiences, both physiologically and psychologically.

Olga quickly adjusted her breathing, her panting gradually becoming steady. She moistened her dry throat with saliva and continued walking.