Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

"Shall we go to the back mountain?" When the elderly butler with a full head of silver hair found the two of them, they were slightly bewildered.

Olivier had clearly stated before that even the lord's second son had his leg broken when he went to the back mountain; if they were to do the same...

I'm afraid his life is in danger.

After repeatedly confirming with the old butler that this was not a joke, nor that someone had bribed the butler to frame them, and even having him swear a solemn oath on the spot, Roy finally believed him.

This was indeed an order from the lord.

Another possibility flashed through his mind: Could it be that Lord Histor himself wanted them dead?

Roy immediately shook his head. No matter how Lord Histor wanted to deal with them, within this manor, he was the absolute symbol of power and could not be resisted.

For now, they have no choice but to comply.

As for what might be in the cabin on the back hill, and why they were sent there, he could only deduce, through thought, that it was related to yesterday's blood test.

The two exchanged glances, returned to their lodgings, and took out longswords from their heavy bags.

Perhaps because they were confident in the security situation here, the doorman turned a blind eye even though he found the iron sword in their luggage.

That is why they were able to carry swords for self-defense.

The wind rustles as you wind your way up the man-made mountain path.

Since the area below the mountain is still a residential area, the back mountain has been cleaned up very well. At most, there are some harmless small snakes, but no large carnivores are likely to appear.

When you reach the halfway point of the mountain, you can see the wooden house standing on the summit.

The moment Roy saw the cabin, he was plunged into boundless darkness, and a violent sense of weightlessness swept over him.

My body seemed to be suddenly transported, and the ground beneath my feet seemed to change texture in an instant.

What was more terrifying than the arrival of night was that he had completely lost his sight. Calling out the name of Karazhan yielded no response.

Even the mountain breeze that was brushing against our faces seemed to have frozen eerily.

Roy took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

This was the first time that the extraordinary power of this world had acted on him so directly.

The feeling of being utterly powerless and at the mercy of others was incredibly frustrating.

He was now certain that the cabin on the mountain was not inhabited by the lord's ex-wife as rumored, but by a sorceress.

A wizard who could control his life and death at will!

Countless speculations emerged in the blink of an eye.

Regarding why Histor strictly forbids others from entering the back mountain, and why he made an exception for him and Karazhan to violate this rule.

"Lord Histor must have known about the existence of the wizards for a long time, and perhaps... they even had a master-servant relationship."

"Wizards don't necessarily need to depend on lords to survive, so is it Histor who depends on the wizards?"

"Or perhaps, it's simply that the wizard has controlled Histor, forcing him to submit?"

Various possibilities collided fiercely in his mind as he tried to decipher the wizard's attitude.

"It's just taking away my sight. Wait—" I can still feel the touch of the airflow on my skin, but I can't hear a sound of wind at all. "Even my hearing has been taken away."

"But she did this without causing me any real harm. So it doesn't seem to be purely malicious."

"Looking at it this way, yesterday's blood test was clearly the work of this wizard. Was it because of the special nature of our bloodline that he summoned me and Karazhan?"

At this moment, his biggest worry was not himself, but Karazhan.

With his gift of True Sight and powerful mental strength, especially the thermal sensing ability he gained from the Cyclops, he also attempted to travel at high speed in the dark.

The current situation is not much different from before.

His thermal sensing ability allows him to clearly outline the heat sources of surrounding plants and animals and infer their distance from him. With such an ability, at least his movements will not be too restricted.

But Karazhan is different. With the most important human vision sealed, rash actions in the mountains can easily lead to injury or even endanger life.

Just as he was feeling worried, a message suddenly entered his mind.

It didn't rely on sound waves, nor did it spread through pheromones like ants; it truly and directly etched an imprint into his mind.

A message was transmitted to his nerve area.

—Come up.

Just two short words.

Without any intonation, just the words floating in his mind, Roy unconsciously imagined this scene: a dark figure leaning lazily against a rocking chair, uttering commands indifferently, illuminated by the flickering firelight.

His words carried an undeniable air of authority, as if any thought of resistance would be utterly crushed by an invisible force.

"It can not only transmit information, but also emotions? It's almost the same as speaking to someone in person." Roy murmured, and began to climb upwards using thermal sensing.

Fortunately, the mountain wasn't high and the terrain was gentle, so he could handle it easily. Whenever he was about to trip over a small pebble, his crisis perception ability derived from his mental attribute allowed him to react quickly and avoid danger.

Maintaining a pace similar to his usual mountain climbing speed, he steadily made his way upwards.

Because his sight and hearing were both blocked, Roy didn't even notice that a fly-sized insect was perched on his body. Its huge eyes, like a camera recording the scene, kept turning around.

The heat source reaction ahead gradually becomes less intense.

That means the surrounding trees are decreasing rapidly.

On such a mountain, if there is a patch of reduced vegetation, it is inevitably a sign of human intervention.

"The cabin is almost there." He didn't know how far he had walked or how many hours he had walked. He couldn't even be sure if he was still on that mountain or if he had already wandered into a strange place he had never set foot in before.

He was single-mindedly ambitious, his attitude was frighteningly firm.

The darkness before my eyes gradually dissipated like a mist.

The moonlight poured down, and because the mountaintop was open, it appeared exceptionally bright, almost dazzling.

As soon as he came into contact with the moonlight, Roy squinted his eyes into slits—after being in the darkness for so long, the sudden light was a little too bright for his eyes.

The cabin was close at hand, its windows letting in an orange glow that mingled with the pale moonlight, making the light appear slightly lighter, like fine sand under the setting sun.

--Come in.

This time, it's not information directly inputted into the mind, but actual text.

Like a semi-transparent sticker, it was firmly imprinted on his retina.

It can transmit information directly to his nerves, and even rewrite the reality he sees...

To be honest, with this wave of unpredictable abilities as a precedent, he wouldn't be surprised at all if he pushed open the wooden door and saw a monster with an octopus head, wings, and tentacles.

He hesitated for 0.1 seconds, then decided not to wait for Karazhan.

He pushed open the door and entered in an instant.

The firelight in the fireplace flickered in the shadows cast by the door.