Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

The instructor hesitated.

Roy and Karazhan are ostensibly ordinary country boys, but in reality, they are the illegitimate sons of Lord Histor and are deeply loved.

Leylin was the most outstanding of Lord Histor's many sons. He had already become a knight in his early twenties, and his martial arts and strategy were far beyond what the two boys, who were kept in obscurity and had not even received the title of "son of the lord," could achieve.

If he were to complain to Young Master Leilin now, it would be tantamount to gambling his life on him. But what if... what if Roy really gains power in the future? Wouldn't his choice of sides today be tantamount to courting death?

But on the other hand, can two illegitimate children who don't even have a proper title really shake Young Master Leilin's position?

He now has two choices.

One option is to report the matter directly to Leylin, placing the bet on this lord's heir, who has the best chance of winning, as soon as possible.

Secondly, avoid causing trouble and act as if nothing happened, so as not to offend either side.

One is a gamble with a higher chance of winning, and the other is a plan that can be implemented smoothly.

In the past, during those days of fighting monsters in the wilderness, he would have chosen the former without hesitation.

But now, he is just a retired instructor who has stepped down from the front lines and is now responsible for teaching. He has long lost that burning fighting spirit.

After a while, the instructor took a deep breath, his eyes showing determination.

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"Open your hips! The blade should follow the direction of the force. What's the difference between your posture and carrying a fire poker?"

"Take bigger steps and lower your center of gravity. Do you want to get swatted away by a monster's claw like that?"

"And you, your backhand is weak, your forehand is poor, and none of your movements are decent. Go and compare yourself to the others and see how they train!"

Roy paced around the training ground, his gaze sweeping over the dozens of young men practicing swordsmanship, offering advice to each one.

The last one is the template suggestion he gave because the other party's action standard did not reach 30%.

Let them learn the same sword technique from someone else, and hone their movements until they are presentable before making any further moves.

As he watched the boys' movements become more and more precise, Roy felt a strange sense of satisfaction, like watching a field grow and sprout.

He suddenly realized that the ability of the Eye of True Sight would be excellent for teaching this subject.

"Miss Soraya said that once you reach a certain level of knowledge, you can choose to become a teacher at the academy and receive many preferential treatments."

"I wonder if the power of True Sight would be effective for a wizard's teacher?"

While he was thinking, Roy suddenly stood up. His thermal imaging showed an undisguised and powerful heat source surging from the end of the path.

He had memorized everyone's thermal reactions, and when he pulled up the database to check, his eyes turned cold.

"Leylin..."

Footsteps echoed on the gravel road. Leylin approached against the light, dressed in a deep purple velvet suit embroidered with dark gold scroll patterns. He looked simple and elegant, exuding a noble air.

"Lord Leylin."

"grown ups."

The boys noticed the arrival of the lord's son and looked terrified, like children caught stealing candy.

Leylin's hair was meticulously combed, and he casually toyed with a sapphire ring on his fingertips. When his gaze swept across the training ground, it carried an innate arrogance.

His gaze swept over the boys on the training field without lingering for a moment, and fixed directly on Roy.

"I recognize you." Leylin suddenly let out a cold snort, his tone extremely displeased.

A few days ago, his father summoned him and solemnly instructed him to be extremely respectful to two of the boys on the training field, without revealing any reason why.

One of them was even someone who had previously groveled before him!

How could he possibly be willing to do that?

"Since you've seen me, why don't you bow? Why don't you lower your head?" Leylin's tone suddenly rose, his anger like a dark cloud hanging over his brow.

That was the arrogance inherent in nobles, and the unquestionable authority of knights!

The boys on the training field froze in fright, their heads lowered and instinctively lifting slightly as they peeked through their slits.

Roy remained upright, his back straight as a pine tree, without the slightest hunch in his shoulders. His eyes calmly met Leylin's anger, full of confidence!

That's absolutely outrageous!

Yet, hidden within this rudeness lay an undisguised confidence. The boys were startled, suddenly realizing that Roy's toughness might be backed by a force capable of confronting Leylin!

The focus of their attention, the boy who was two heads shorter than Leylin, suddenly looked puzzled and sized up the nobleman in front of him, who was dressed in fine clothes.

"Your father...didn't tell you?"

Lord Histor is definitely a shrewd man. Since his life is in Soraya's hands and he has no choice but to resist, he will definitely try every means to avoid angering Soraya.

Remind Raylin to be more respectful to Roy and Karazhan; this is something that must be done.

But Leylin's arrogant demeanor at this moment showed no sign of "respect".

Did Histor forget to tell his son?

Hmm... Roy is more inclined to believe that the young master is too arrogant and doesn't take his father's words to heart at all.

Thinking further, Histor probably didn't reveal the wizard's existence to Leylin, but only vaguely reminded him to be polite to the two of them; otherwise, Leylin wouldn't have acted this way...

arrogant.

"What kind of look is that?" Leylin clenched his fists, his eyes narrowing and glaring. "You're just a country bumpkin, how dare you look at me like that? Do you really think I wouldn't dare to touch you?"

That's... the perfect quote from a villain.

Roy glanced up and gave a look to the boy who was engrossed in reading the Old Byronian text not far away. The boy understood immediately, closed the book, stood up, dusted off his clothes, and hurried along the gravel path toward the lord's room.

"Young Master Lei Lin, I don't know why you're so angry. Why don't we sit down and talk things over?"

"Heh." Leylin sneered, his tone full of sarcasm. "I received a report that you were secretly training the knights' seeds in swordsmanship—you think you're worthy? I dare say, this is not only a waste of their time, but also an encroachment on the manor's resources!"

"I see." Roy muttered, not in response to him, but silently making a mental note of the instructor's mistake.

Although I stole your students and you might lose your job, I am indeed a better teacher than you, and my students are very satisfied. What else do you have to say?

"Young Master Raylin," Roy suddenly grinned, a smile so bright it was almost blinding, "why don't we let everyone judge for themselves who teaches better, me or the instructor? It wouldn't be too late to draw a conclusion after we see the results, would it?"

He was looking up at Leylin, but his posture was like that of a dragon looking down at ants, with no respect in his eyes, only naked contempt.

Leylin's heart clenched, pounding wildly under the pressure of that gaze, and a flicker of fear involuntarily crossed his eyes.

No! This is wrong!

How could the boy who was so timid and submissive during the questioning, making him feel that "this is what ordinary people should be like," have become like this!?

Her aura even surpassed his?!