Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

After learning about the statue's function, Roy decisively stopped his forging practice. After all, the statue's maximum value was 3 points, while the forging table had no limit. If he continued forging, he would invisibly lose some attributes.

At the same time, he learned the method of casting metal locks from old John.

Initially, old John strongly opposed Roy wasting his precious time on such trivial matters, believing that with his talent, he should quickly master the basics of weapon forging. However, faced with Roy's unwavering insistence, old John eventually gave in and reluctantly agreed to give him two days.

Two days is more than enough time for Roy, who possesses the "Eye of True Sight".

Lock making is merely a minor branch of forging techniques, perhaps not even a branch at all, but when Roy fully absorbed this knowledge—

[Lock Manufacturing Lv.1 (0/100)] has been created.

The weapons and armor hanging on the walls of the blacksmith's shop gleamed with a metallic sheen, reflecting Roy's figure and allowing him to check his own data at any time.

At the same time, he also carried a thin, round piece of iron that had been polished to an extremely smooth finish, so that he could check the attributes when he was outside the blacksmith's shop.

Therefore, Roy noticed the skill the moment it appeared.

Lock making was a trivial skill, so he didn't pay much attention to it and focused on replicating the key.

The blueprint of the key was as if it were engraved in his mind. He had a firm grasp of every inch of the pattern, every curve and angle. He had already cut a piece of key blank from the whole iron ingot. The next thing to do was to polish the blank to the appropriate size.

This was a very meticulous task. In the noisy blacksmith shop, all Roy could do was maintain extreme focus and carefully outline the basic shape of the key.

But when it was time to rest, Gerrard seemed to want to bother him on purpose, walking over with a sour face and a very rude tone.

"Hey you, what's gotten into tinkering with locksmith stuff all of a sudden?"

Locksmiths are clearly several levels below blacksmiths, so they don't get many jobs and earn less money. He really couldn't understand why Roy, who had a talent that even Old John acknowledged, would spend his time on this kind of thing.

Influenced by him, Roy had no choice but to stop what he was doing.

"Just a little interested." He and old John's son had never really talked.

"Hey, I said..." Gerald suddenly leaned close to Roy's ear and whispered, "Do you... want to become a knight?"

"Becoming a knight will earn you everyone's respect and grant you immense power. So, you'll be going to the Blackwater Lord's summons this time, won't you?"

Roy raised his eyes, keenly sensing that Gerald was testing him, probing whether Roy was his rival.

In other words, Lanxi Town only had two recruitment slots, and Gerald panicked, unsure if he could be one of them.

"Sigh." Roy sighed. "Of course I want to be a knight too..." He noticed Gerald's expression change, so he changed the subject. "But, you see, I'm still too far from being a knight. You see, I'm not as strong as you, and I'm not as tall as you. I really don't have any advantages."

This made Gerald's lips curl into a clear smile, and he even comforted Roy: "You don't need to underestimate yourself like that. Among the seventy-odd people in our town who want to become knights, you're already considered quite strong. Actually, I think you still have a good chance, it's just a pity that our town only has two spots..."

"Wow! There are over seventy people?" Roy feigned surprise.

"Yes, half of the eligible people want to be knights." Gerald, still a young man at heart, inadvertently revealed a very important piece of information.

Roy narrowed his eyes.

Where did Gerrard get the accurate number of people?

If you were to ask around one by one, you wouldn't be able to know such details.

Could it be that these young men who aspire to become knights actually have an organization?

"Gerald..." Roy looked conflicted. "Does that mean you still want to be a knight? But Master said..."

"Don't mention that guy!" Gerald muttered a curse at his father. "He's just a narrow-minded old blacksmith. What does he know about the world outside of Lanxi Town!"

"Even if I only become a knight's squire, I'll have a better future than if I were to run his blacksmith shop!"

It can be said that Gerrard has his own plans for the future, which is quite mature for a 16-year-old.

Perhaps this is a common trait among children of this era.

But he dismissed Old John's words with disdain and was somewhat arrogant. This kind of personality could lead to serious trouble.

Roy has also suffered many losses because he didn't listen to the advice of experienced elders.

Moreover, blacksmithing was an upper-class profession among commoners; it was stable, and the wealth earned was considerable. Some even served as knights' personal blacksmiths, gaining extraordinary status.

"Gerald, how could you say that about Master..." Roy maintained his obedient demeanor.

"Stop talking!" Gerald interrupted.

"I'll only ask you one question: do you want to be a knight? If you do, I'll take you somewhere. That's our training ground. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I want to take you there, it's that guy Drock..."

Does such an organization actually exist?

Moreover, it's a fairly large organization.

Could the Delock that Gerald mentioned be the leader of the organization? To be able to lead such a large organization is no small feat.

Roy completely put down what he was doing and asked, feigning embarrassment, "You... do you go to that training ground every afternoon when you go out?"

"Listen," Gerald said smugly, "Drok is a disciple of the mercenary Perland. He learned swordsmanship from the mercenary and then taught it to us in the training grounds. I've almost mastered it."

Perland, the retired mercenary who lives at the east end of town, is said to take in talented children and offer them free sword lessons. He even possesses the strength of a high-ranking knight's squire, and the disciples he chooses invariably have knightly talent.

However, this Delock, having learned swordsmanship, actually taught it to others, thus creating more opponents for himself out of thin air.

Are there really such kind-hearted people in the world? Are they doing charity work?

Roy couldn't believe that such a good organization would teach swordsmanship to others for free.

There must be some kind of calculation involved.

However, there was no doubt that Roy's curiosity had been piqued.

"A knight! My idol is the Holy Knight Roland! He's handsome, powerful, protected his country, and even married a princess!" Roy repeated Olga's words from his memory, his eyes shining with longing. "I want to be a knight! I want to protect everyone!"

"Okay then. In the afternoon, find an excuse to tell my father that you're going home first, and I'll wait for you by that crooked tree at the end of the road."

After giving his instructions, Gerald returned to his post to help Old John complete the lord's order. The only sounds in the blacksmith's shop were the continuous hammering and Old John's disgruntled curses.

Roy resumed his key-making, and two hours later, the blank was polished to a thin and delicate shape, just the right size.

Then he took out an iron needle and carved out angles and depths on the smooth surface.

Compared to polishing, this carving step is more difficult and requires more patience and attention. At the same time, any movement around him could disturb him and ruin the final product.

Fortunately, Roy has the help of True Sight, which displays real-time movement adjustment plans and can even help him find the next landing point and force to some extent.

In the end, he succeeded in making the key in one go, using only one attempt!

He tucked the key into his pocket, then threw the remaining scraps of the blank into the molten iron, letting them melt with a "hiss," pretending it was a failed first attempt.

After lunch, Roy said he felt dizzy and weak, probably due to exhaustion from practicing for the past few days, and asked Old John for leave to go home and rest.

Old John agreed without hesitation, and told Roy to take good care of himself, and then took a piece of dried meat from the kitchen and gave it to him.

"If it's not enough, just come back and ask us for more."

Roy tucked the jerky into his pocket, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Having lost his parents, he rarely received this kind of selfless love.

He decided that when he grew up, he would definitely repay old John's kindness.

After leaving the blacksmith's shop, he took a detour to the tree Gerald had specified, where the latter was already waiting behind the tree with a wooden sword in hand.

He glanced at Roy, his expression serious.

"Let's hurry up and get to our training ground."

Roy nodded and followed Gerald into the increasingly desolate area.