Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

"Miss Soraya, let's head down the mountain now."

As he finished speaking, Roy's gaze inadvertently swept over the white rat curled up at the entrance of the maze, a hint of inquisitive curiosity flashing in his eyes.

The wizard apprentice remained in a meditative state, motionless, like a statue, though his posture was quite graceful.

Not daring to disturb them, the two decided to come back for further advice the next day and continued down the mountain path.

Throughout the journey, Kara sighed repeatedly, her tone filled with disbelief:

"Roy, how come you can learn so quickly?"

"Read a thousand pages in one night? Are you even human? Even that guy Delock didn't read that much."

"And breathing techniques? How come you're so skilled at it so quickly?"

"Holy crap! You actually awakened a metal-type talent, even Soraya doesn't have that. Did you develop it through blacksmithing?"

"I'm no good anymore. Why did coming to the wizard's place expose such an obvious gap between us?"

Roy is not only a quick learner, but also incredibly talented, which has led Karazhan to question his bloodline.

"You're being a little too jealous," Roy said.

At this moment, even just breathing the crisp mountain air, he could feel an indescribable sense of clarity and comfort, as if some invisible meridians had suddenly been opened—just like the miraculous "opening up the Ren and Du meridians" described in martial arts novels.

This is just the effect of normal breathing. It is said that when the Lion Breathing Method is fully activated, it can accelerate the heartbeat and breathing in a short period of time, awaken the life energy hidden in the body, and release explosive power far exceeding the usual level.

Roy was increasingly looking forward to it.

When they returned to the manor at the foot of the mountain, the other boys were still sitting cross-legged, trying to catch that faint trace of aura.

The scene was just like yesterday, but the two people's feelings were completely different now.

Having witnessed a magnificent glimpse of the wizarding world, they looked upon these mortals...

Well, at least they're still mortals for now.

Seeing them step into the training ground carrying iron swords, the instructor frowned, his sharp gaze sweeping over them. He was about to reprimand the two for daring to skip training for so long when the old steward's instructions from the previous night suddenly flashed through his mind—

The old steward said that among these young men, two were the lord's illegitimate sons, and the lord doted on them greatly, so they must not be offended.

The instructor stared intently, comparing the features to the description the butler had given him from memory.

With jet-black hair and black pupils, such distinctive features make it impossible to mistake him for the slightly shorter boy.

As for the other one, although his features were not obvious, after several observations, the instructor confirmed that he was also a key person to focus on.

The instructor's stern expression vanished instantly, replaced by an almost ingratiating smile.

The boys, who had been barely maintaining their meditation, opened their eyes one after another upon hearing the approaching footsteps. Most of them stared at the two latecomers with expressions of anticipation.

These past two days, the instructor has shown an extremely strict attitude towards attendance. Anyone who was a few seconds late in the morning was punished by having to lift a 100-pound stone weight until they were completely exhausted. Of course, the degree of exhaustion was left to his own judgment.

It's easy to imagine the terrible punishment these two unlucky guys, who skipped almost the entire morning of training, will face.

I'll probably be bedridden and groaning for the next two days.

Among the crowd, Marais and Pierre looked worried. Yesterday morning, all four members of the alliance were present, and they rarely received cold stares from others. At lunchtime in the cafeteria, some people even came over to sit at the same table with them.

But ever since Roy and Karazhan disappeared yesterday afternoon, the ostracism has returned, and the discrimination stemming from a remote town like Wintervale has become apparent. This manifests in the fact that from last night until now, others have been watching them with cold indifference and slight disdain.

They feared that if Roy and Karazhan were punished by the coach, even the status of the minor leagues would plummet.

This will make their future extremely difficult.

As the instructor strode toward the two of them, Marley's heart sank.

That's it, I'm destined to be completely isolated from now on.

Apart from the two of them, almost everyone else looked like they were waiting to see a good show – the misfortunes of others were their best entertainment!

"Greetings, Instructor." Karazhan hurriedly raised his hand to bow, but the other person quickly grabbed his arm and stopped him.

Although the butler had instructed him not to appear too humble to avoid arousing suspicion, how could this instructor, who had been navigating social interactions for many years, possibly follow the instructions literally?

Since he is the lord's illegitimate son, he should be treated with the highest standards!

"Young man Karazhan... please go and practice your breathing techniques first," the instructor said warmly.

"What...what did you call me?" Karazhan asked, bewildered.

Why would a teacher address a student as "little brother," a term clearly used to address someone as an older brother?

and also……

please?

Karazhan once suspected that the instructor had mistaken him for a member of the lord's family.

Roy thought for a moment and roughly understood what was going on.

It was most likely that Soraya informed Lord Histor that she had taken the two as her students and told him to treat them well.

With his life in the other party's hands, Histor was under pressure and had no choice but to comply, so he secretly informed the instructor.

A slight smile crept onto Roy's lips.

In that case, he can be more unrestrained in his actions within the manor from now on.

"Young man," the instructor said with a beaming smile, his expression even warmer as he turned to Roy. Compared to the slightly flustered Karazhan, the black-haired youth before him exuded a more composed demeanor, and was likely more favored by the lord.

The boys' smiles froze.

The two were practically ushered over by the instructor. Anyone with common sense would understand that their absence yesterday was probably more than just skipping training.

Rather, it is a manifestation of a superior status!

Why are these two guys from a remote, impoverished area treated so differently?

This question is enough to spark countless speculations.

But what they need to do now is to correct their attitude.

Therefore, when morning training ended and everyone rushed into the cafeteria, many people took the opportunity to approach Roy's table, eagerly handing over the food from their plates with flattering words.

Roy accepted all comers without hesitation, but made no mention of looking after them.

Gift-giving should be based on mutual consent.

You gave me a gift. If I have the chance, I'll help you out. If not...

That would be a waste of time.

Besides, it's just a few bites of food; it's far from being considered a gift.

However, a few cunning individuals took different actions.

For example, pretend that Roy's money fell on the ground, call out to Roy, and give him the money, when in fact Roy did not have the money bag with him at all.

This is a roundabout way of giving money.

After several rounds, he had earned more than a dozen silver coins, which was quite a good harvest.

Next, Roy was about to go find Olivier to tell him about their situation.

Although I won't say anything about wizards, I'll at least make him stop worrying.

Coincidentally, Olivier walked in just as they were about to leave the cafeteria.

There was an additional cut on his forehead compared to yesterday.

Upon seeing this, Roy frowned slightly.