Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

Roy scratched his head.

His ability to openly state his stance to Leylin without fear of repercussions is entirely due to the power of knowledge.

The weight of knowledge, like a mountain, gave him a sense of confidence. Although Leylin was a knight, in Roy's eyes, he was nothing more than a mortal.

"Heh heh...heh heh—" An uncontrollable cold laugh escaped from between Leylin's tightly clenched teeth, echoing in the wind as a piercing sound.

He was ashamed that he had been frightened by a child.

Leylin turned his head and looked at the boys who were pale with fright.

"Tell me... who teaches better, the instructor or this Roy?" He tried to keep his tone calm. "Tell the truth, without worrying about Robert's opinion."

The boys swallowed hard, their Adam's apples bobbing.

To be honest...

real or fake?

In their hearts, they naturally leaned more towards Roy.

After practicing for several days under the instructor's guidance, he made almost no progress. But after just half a day of instruction from Roy, he was transformed and took a step closer to freely unleashing his sword skills.

The difference in their teaching styles is like night and day.

If possible, they genuinely hoped that Roy could become their swordsmanship instructor in the future. Although he was young, his teaching skills had already won the boys' hearts.

But they knew the temperament of nobles all too well. No matter how nicely they spoke now, once the truth was revealed, they might turn on them and deny everything. Moreover, Instructor Robert would certainly not let them off easily.

This concern kept them silent.

But for Leylin, the answer was already clear.

If they were more satisfied with Robert's teaching, they would have praised him to Raylin long ago, instead of remaining silent.

Even if Roy suppressed them, this was a good opportunity to tell the truth, because he was right there and was a symbol of justice!

Lei Lin's eyebrows twitched, as if he had thought of something.

In that case, only one possibility remains.

His heart sank.

Could it be that Robert is truly a useless person, whose teaching ability is even inferior to that of a teenager?

His misconceptions about Roy led him to consider only this possibility.

"It seems Robert's teaching was a failure."

Leylin's disappointment in Robert went far beyond his poor teaching skills. What he despised even more was that this good-for-nothing couldn't even completely tame a group of teenagers.

If he were to personally take charge, the first thing he would do is establish his authority and make these kids obey him. Even if he didn't teach as well as Roy, they would still have to follow him tremblingly and dare not disobey in the slightest.

This is the way superiors manage people. Although Robert was a knight's squire, he spent his entire life groveling under the authority of his lord, so naturally he could not have been exposed to such ideas.

"Alright, perhaps you're not satisfied with this instructor." Leylin spread his palms; being so shrewd, he naturally wouldn't go against the boys' wishes at this moment. "I'll suggest to my father that we find a different instructor to guide you. Is that alright?"

Seeking the opinions of these commoners was already the biggest concession Leylin could make. If they dared to utter a single word of "no" now, or remained silent as before, he wouldn't mind letting these brats experience firsthand just how terrifying a knight's wrath could be.

Seeing that the boys were about to succumb to this pressure, Roy shook his head and took a step forward.

The inherent weaknesses of commoners. The moment a noble speaks, a sense of inferiority instinctively wells up within them, and this inferiority will ultimately drive them to submit to the noble. Moreover, since Leylin is far superior to them in both status and strength, this sense of inferiority becomes even more deeply ingrained.

"Young Master Leylin," he said calmly, completely unaffected by Leylin's earlier imposing manner, "I can guarantee that my teaching level is unmatched by any knight or squire in the manor..." Roy's eyes suddenly flickered, "...including the knights."

Including the knights. This statement completely offended Leylin.

"Arrogant!" Leylin trembled violently as if he had heard the most absurd joke in the world, and then burst into unrestrained laughter.

"Interesting! Interesting!"

"I've been learning breathing techniques for over a decade, and I became a knight three years ago, and I've never heard such arrogant remarks before!"

"Arrogant?" Roy tilted his head and spoke casually.

Leylin's maniacal laughter still echoed in the air, and the boys shrank back in fear. Only Roy stood straight, his fingertips gently stroking the hilt of his training wooden sword.

"call--"

He exhaled a breath of stale air.

With a deep hum, the smile on Leylin's face suddenly froze.

Roy spun his wrist rapidly, and the wooden sword spun at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, forming a pale blue vortex.

The wooden sword spun at an extreme speed, its power reaching its peak. The pale blue vortex merely grazed the side of Leylin's face, yet he felt a fine stinging pain on his cheek, and the remaining force of the vortex even snapped off the hair at his temples, which floated lightly to the ground.

"Ha ha--"

"You? You attacked me?"

The noble knight covered his cheek, clutching a tuft of hair that had fallen out in his palm.

He was stunned.

An ordinary citizen actually dared to defy his superior and attack him.

The maniacal laughter turned into heavy panting.

"Looking for... death..." he said through gritted teeth, enunciating each word clearly.

In fact, he was already extremely angry when Robert came to find him.

His anger wasn't directed at the teenagers, but rather at his own dissatisfaction with himself and his family.

In short, it was when Leylin practiced the Lion Breathing Technique that he sensed the upper limit of this breathing technique.

And he is gradually approaching his limit.

The future path is so predictable that its end is clearly visible, which is undoubtedly extremely terrifying for a genius like Leylin.

His once-proud Lottery lion bloodline and the family's unique lion breathing technique no longer aroused his interest.

"I want to go to a wider world. I want to... leave Blackwater Territory." Just as this thought crossed his mind, Robert burst in.

Then, filled with anger, he came here.

A large number of anxious eyes, filled with fear and anticipation, were ready to watch how Leylin would handle this matter.

He raised his right hand high—

"Raylin Lotter!" In an instant, a terrifying lion's roar echoed from afar!

Lei Lin turned his head abruptly.

He knew that voice all too well!

"It's Lord Histor!"

"My lord!"

"My lord!"

Unlike their obsequiousness towards Leylin, the boys' first thought upon seeing Hist was to kneel down!

Especially his face, which was full of anger!

"Father!" Leylin suddenly had a bad feeling.

With his chubby belly protruding, Histor strode towards Leylin and delivered a resounding slap!

A deep red mark suddenly appeared on the face of the lord's three sons!

Histor roared in fury:

"What are you doing?! Are you trying to bully a child who isn't even an adult yet?!"

"Raylin Lotter, you're really getting worse with age!"