Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

When Roy was teaching swordsmanship, Marley naturally came to support him and saw Leylin being knocked to the ground.

"To tell you the truth," he said in a low, sinister voice, "I've disliked Leylin for a long time. He always looks down on us with his chin up his head."

Marley's malice mostly stemmed from jealousy: jealousy of Leylin's power, strength, and outstanding appearance.

Therefore, he was undoubtedly extremely gloating when he saw Leylin fall from the height.

Of course, he wasn't the only one gloating.

"He's not seriously injured, and he just woke up." Marley, always well-informed, whispered in Roy's ear, "I heard he asked Lord Histor for permission to lead the hunt for one last time before the snowfall."

"Hunting?" Roy raised an eyebrow.

"It's to form a team to hunt those animals on the grasslands, partly for food reserves in the territory, and partly..." Marai paused, then said cautiously, "to obtain the pureblood of the Lotl Lion."

Collecting pure blood is not only crucial for those who will practice the Lion Breathing Technique in the future, but even Leylin and Histor themselves can use pure blood to improve the efficiency of the breathing technique.

"It seems the manor's purebred blood reserves are running low; they won't last past this winter," Roy said, stroking his chin.

The pureblood of the Lothar lion can only be produced from the leader of the pride. This means that to obtain its blood, one must contend with the entire pride.

A lion pride typically consists of at least one male lion, three female lions, and several cubs. However, a typical pride will have more than this, and it is not impossible for a pride to have two male lions.

Adult male lions of Lotel are as strong as regular knights, and even the lionesses are at the level of knights' squires. Such a pride of lions is not an easy bone to chew.

"Did the lord agree?" Roy asked.

"It's said that Leylin was originally going to lead the team, so the lord agreed." Marley nodded. "Unfortunately, joining Leylin's hunting party counts as a contribution to the manor and can be exchanged for special coins, but the minimum requirement is to be a knight's squire."

He sighed deeply: "After all, the lion pride is a level of danger that we can't afford to provoke."

"This is an opportunity for those who have already been promoted to knight squires to make contributions."

The next day, the sheer size of the expeditionary force made the young men, who had only been at the manor for a little over a month, truly feel the lord's power.

Two official knights led the way, their spirited horses neighing and raising their heads; behind them followed ten squires, also riding tall horses, moving slowly forward.

Although this group was small in number, it was full of elite troops, comparable to an army of hundreds of ordinary people!

Behind the knights followed a group of ordinary people carrying packs: some carried metal and forging tools, clearly accompanying blacksmiths, while some strong men carried food and sleeping supplies, and also had to be good cooks—at least not to make the knights sick.

This group of people received no contribution for following the knights on their expeditions, but they were rewarded with currency.

Roy noticed that Leylin had completely covered his head with a helmet, clearly to conceal the injuries he sustained the previous day.

"Follow me, let's go!" The next moment, Leylin's roar was imposing, showing no trace of the humiliation he had suffered yesterday. In modern times, he would probably be the kind of hot-blooded youth who had been injected with adrenaline.

Recalling the scene yesterday where Lord Histor brutally beat his son in front of everyone, Roy already had a good idea of ​​what was going on.

If he were to ask, Lord Histor would most likely give him all the pureblood of the Lothlion that Leylin had hunted.

This is the deterrent power of schistosomes, or rather, the deterrent power of the woman behind them.

But by then, he and Leylin would be locked in a life-or-death struggle.

However, if it's a fight to the death, hasn't it already been that way?

He wanted Leylin dead, and after yesterday's events, Leylin must have also harbored murderous intent towards him.

"You'd better not die out there," Roy murmured, watching the departing group.

……

—Because it was secondhand blood, only this much was extracted.

Soraya pointed to the beaker on the table.

The beaker contained about 500 ml of blood, and due to losses during the separation process, the concentration of the Lotter lion bloodline had dropped to 1.6%.

1.6% is not unusable, but that amount is far too small to draw a magic array.

"Miss Soraya, I know you must have a solution." At this moment, Roy felt like he was asking a senior in his project team a question when he encountered a difficult problem.

According to the following events, the senior student should patiently answer his questions, and when he expresses his gratitude, she should wave her hand repeatedly and say, "You're welcome."

Unfortunately, Soraya was a witch.

Wizards are synonymous with selfishness and self-interest. Even white wizards will stop at nothing to complete their research. If the research leads to a breakthrough, Soraya wouldn't care too much even if it meant destroying this small plane.

Ultimately, self-interest takes precedence.

—I can help you prepare blood with a higher concentration and increase its volume.

Soraya spoke.

The only limitation is that the blood of the creature you killed must be the main component, so the concentration of the final product will tend to be closer to 1.6%, and will not be too high.

"There's such a thing?" Roy immediately understood that Soraya was going to use a high concentration of Lotl Lion blood to neutralize the blood in the beaker.

Neutralization, a seemingly simple word, is not without its complexities, especially since it requires the original blood as the main component.

This is not an area he can access.

"Miss Soraya..." He stared at her longingly, and she smiled charmingly.

——Thousand magic stones.

Just the number 1000 alone suggests it's a huge sum of money.

However, Roy was helpless and could only let Soraya do as she pleased.

He didn't even know if this was a normal price in the wizarding world.

Before he knew it, Roy's debt had reached 1620 magic stones, a considerable sum even for a wizard apprentice.

Soraya admitted that she had tricked Roy, but it was to teach him a lesson.

After all, in the wizarding world, such "fraudulent" practices are far more common.

She only let Roy out for about half an hour. When he returned to the cabin, the blood had separated into two beakers, each containing nearly a liter. This volume should be enough to barely draw an array.

"2.5% concentration..." The highest concentration supported by the simple bloodline magic array is only 3%, so 2.5% is making the most of it.

Roy, holding a beaker, drew the pattern of the witch's array in the open space in front of the door, following his memory.

Despite being a simple witchcraft array, it still has hundreds of nodes, each of which is comparable to a simple painting.

—Not just the ability to remember words, but also the ability to remember images…

Soraya turned to look at Karazhan, who was racking his brains as he flipped through the Ancient Byronian.

The differences between people are truly vast.