Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

"Today, we will learn the Lotter family's traditional breathing technique—the Lion Breathing Technique."

A coach stood in the center of the training field, with the boys gathered in a circle, eagerly awaiting his arrival.

"As some of you probably know, only those with the bloodline of the Lotl Lion can maximize the use of the Lion Breathing Technique." The instructor changed the subject, "But don't worry, as long as you drink high-purity Lotl Lion blood, you can also increase the efficiency of your breathing technique practice for a period of time."

However, no one had heard of this claim before, and it sparked a lot of discussion.

"As for the blood of the Lothl Lion..." The instructor stroked his chin, "You don't actually need to hunt that monster. As long as you contribute to Lord Histor, you'll receive special coins that can be used to exchange for anything you want."

He paused, then added, "Including some drugs that can increase strength and physique."

"Doesn't this mean that as long as you have enough coins, you can improve yourself very quickly?" Marley muttered to himself beside Roy.

Do quests for the lord, earn coins to gain strength, then continue doing quests, and repeat this cycle to get closer and closer to becoming a knight?

Roy's heart skipped a beat.

The number of tasks is definitely limited, the number of coins is limited, and the items that can be exchanged are also limited.

He looked around and saw more than forty teenagers. He wanted to stand out from the crowd and become a knight within the next nine months.

The pressure is immense!

"I need to get the blood of the Lotl Lion that this instructor mentioned as soon as possible. Then I can use a simple witch array to imbue myself with this bloodline, which will make my breathing technique twice as effective."

Roy had already made up his mind, but he had already begun to explain the key steps of practicing breathing techniques.

The first step is to sense the energy within your body.

After the explanation was finished, the instructor let everyone practice on their own and walked around the room to observe their progress.

"Only a few talented people can quickly sense auras. It's quite normal not to detect any changes for ten days or half a month, so don't be discouraged," he said to the crowd as he walked around.

Roy's consciousness sank into his internal organs, sensing the flow of energy within his body.

The concept of "qi" is mysterious and elusive; he had never paid attention to it before, and his progress was extremely slow, even slower than when he was practicing the Whirlwind Slash.

There was still no feedback from the Eye of True Sight after a long time.

The others were the same; some teenagers even felt exhausted and started walking around impatiently, wondering if it would be easier to sense their breath while exercising.

This was also within the instructors' expectations.

In fact, his statement about ten days to half a month was only directed at those with talent; even he himself spent nearly a month on it.

By noon, the boys hadn't found even a trace of what they thought was a spiritual connection, and they were quite discouraged. But after learning that no one else around them had succeeded, they calmed down.

"It's said that even the genius young master Leylin Lotter, who became a full knight in his early twenties, spent a whole week just learning the basics." They whispered this rumor that had come from who-knows-where.

"Then I can rest assured."

"Young Master Leylin is just like Roland, handsome and powerful," the boys exclaimed.

Just then, the subject of everyone's discussion, Leylin Lotter, was sitting in the high-backed oak chair in Lord Histor's study, his eyes wide open, and it took him a long time to utter a sentence.

"Father, are you telling the truth?"

These past few days, Leylin had been anxiously waiting for his father to explain the wizard's notes to him. However, Histor remained silent, as if he hadn't received the news at all.

In desperation, Leylin came directly to question him, because that wizard's manual could very well be the key to his advancement, how could he just let it go?

But Histor's answer shocked him.

"The wizard's manual you mentioned, is this it?" He pulled an old book out from under the desk. Leylin was overjoyed and wanted to take it and read and study it carefully.

However, the next moment, Histor pursed his lips and took out an almost identical book.

Then, one book after another.

Several similar books were immediately placed on the desk.

Leylin was stunned. He opened the comparison book and was surprised to find that the contents of each notebook were exactly the same, as if they were copies!

Apart from the marks on the paper, even the handwriting is exactly the same.

"This...how is this possible!?" Leylin exclaimed in surprise.

"Father, where did these books come from?!"

"These books have been found in more than ten of the thirty-six towns in Blackwater Territory," Hist said. "Moreover, these towns are adjacent to each other."

Leylin was completely dumbfounded. He had thought that the wizard's manual had only appeared in Lanxi Town, which he had visited. Judging from the current situation, that was not the case at all.

The widespread appearance of wizarding manuals strongly suggests that someone is deliberately spreading these things, and the purpose is...

He gasped.

"This... could it be that this is going to encourage bloodline holders to devour each other?" Leylin murmured.

"In any case, those who spread this thing are not good people, at least not our friends. They might even be... malicious wizards," Histor concluded. "Fortunately, apart from the merchant's son in Lanxi Town, everyone in other towns who obtained this book was discovered in time, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable."

He knew that the merchant's son might be the murderer who killed one of his sons, but he didn't mention it.

They did send people to look for the merchant, but there's still no news.

As for the sheriff who submitted the information, he was also given a reasonable reward.

"But, but!" Leylin roared again, "As long as what's recorded inside is true, isn't that enough? As long as you follow the methods described in the manual, you can indeed seize the power of other bloodlines!"

"Shut up!"

Under Histor's angry rebuke, Leylin trembled, his arrogant aura instantly vanishing like a defeated hunting dog. He vividly remembered Histor's imposing presence in his younger days, and even now, as a knight, he would never dare to offend him lightly.

"Wizardry only brings unnecessary sacrifices, Leylin," Histor softened his tone slightly. "You are still young, and you can advance without relying on these external forces. Believe me, your talent is definitely superior to mine."

The knight, a man in his early twenties, nodded, a surge of anger rising within him.

Father was too weak. If he were in charge, he would have secretly gathered all the bloodline members of Blackwater Territory and devoured them.

Who cares about all that now!

However, Leylin ultimately had to listen to Histor. After a moment of anger, he stood up, preparing to continue refining his skills. Now that he had become a knight, the key to becoming stronger lay in polishing the Seed of Life.

Not long after Leylin left, Histor suddenly felt an itch inside his body, which startled him.

He remained silent for a while, then shook the bell rope beside his desk. As the bell jingled, the old butler quickly entered the study.

"Master." He kept his head bowed, his expression respectful.

"Go to that group of teenagers and find two named Roy and Karazhan. Take them to the cabin in the back of the mountain." Histor rubbed his forehead, looking quite tired.