Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

"Put him in the bushes." Eloi heard a man's voice, familiar, seemingly a patron she had met at the tavern.

"And then?" another man asked.

"Get out of here! Do you want to stay here?" the first man said, exasperated by his lack of self-respect.

"Oh, oh." The remaining two men lowered their voices and asked, "Wait, what if he hears us?"

"What to do? Just let it be!" the first man said proudly. "Don't worry, that sir will take care of everything for us."

That sir?

Eloi caught this information.

At the same time, the sound of footsteps echoed as the group left.

As Eloi listened to the footsteps receding into the distance, her mood calmed down.

The sack had a tear, letting in a little air to prevent him from suffocating, but precisely because of this—

"It's so cold..." Eloi rubbed her hands together inside the sack.

He rolled deeper into the bushes, trying to use the branches and leaves to block the wind.

A moment later, the sound of wind at the hole stopped.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

When someone passed by the next day, he shouted for help to be rescued.

Just as I was thinking this, a series of footsteps with a metallic clang came from afar.

Eloi was stunned.

As he wandered around town in his armor, only one person came to mind.

That's the knight who just arrived recently.

Combining the conversation between the men, Eloi immediately understood everything.

The next second, a hard, cold touch pressed gently against his body through the sack.

"Are you awake?" the knight's voice was deep. "Honestly, I told him to lure you out, so why are you tied up?"

"Sir, is there something you need from me?" Eloi asked through the sack.

Roy paused in his untying of the sack, raising an eyebrow slightly. He felt that this Eloi seemed a little too calm.

"Aren't you afraid I might do something to you?"

"I am just an ordinary person, while you, my lord, are a knight above all others," Eloi said logically. "I should not have any chance to offend you, and even if you were to punish me, you certainly wouldn't choose such a sneaky way."

Roy licked his lips, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.

"I enjoy talking to intelligent people."

"Thank you for your appreciation, sir," Eloi said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"Since you're so smart, you should know why I came to find you."

Eloi paused for a moment, instinctively wanting to play dumb, but ultimately sighed.

"Theresa..."

He said the name.

Throughout his life, the only thing he felt guilty about was this one name.

"Now that you know, would you mind telling me your story?"

"Is this a request?" Eloi twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a self-deprecating bitter smile.

"No." Roy curled his lips into a cold smile. "If you don't tell me, I'll throw you into the river right now, and the fish there will surely accept it gladly."

As he spoke, he swiftly and decisively untied the sack, letting Eloi climb out, who was shivering from the cold.

"I think we can go to the pub and have a proper talk about this," Roy suggested.

Eloi frowned: "Since you're investigating Theresa's case, you should understand that this isn't something to talk about in public."

"Of course, my friend." Roy nudged him familiarly with his elbow. "What are you thinking? We're going to talk in my room, which is supposedly the best soundproof room in the whole tavern, although I doubt it's any good."

Eloi nodded, and was about to take a step when he lowered his head: "Sir, please go first."

He had rarely met people of high status in his life, but his parents taught him a lot about etiquette before they passed away.

Roy did not refuse, and led him back to the tavern, took two large barrels of ale from the bar, and went straight upstairs.

Eloi noticed a person standing motionless by the door, expressionless. When she saw him, she slightly turned her gaze in his direction, her expression...

It's as if this person is a soulless shell.

"This is my servant—Flame," Roy introduced.

While he was in town, Flame stayed in the tavern room. However, after acknowledging Roy as his master, he could locate Roy within a five-kilometer radius and investigate his situation. If he encountered danger, he could also rush there as quickly as possible.

The two sat down on the edge of the bed. Eloi turned her gaze away from Flame, looked around at the room's furnishings, and said without any emotion, "I've lived in Dragonfang Town my whole life and never stayed in such a nice room. Compared to that, you've been settled in right away."

It was a joke, a joke about himself, Roy could tell there was no sarcasm in it.

"If your story satisfies me..." Roy subtly revealed a glint of gold from his purse, "you can stay here indefinitely."

"This makes me uneasy..." Eloi shook her head. "Let's get to my story. I have to get up early tomorrow morning."

"You have to get up early to work at a blacksmith's shop," Roy said, empathizing with the sentiment.

The knight in front of him showed no intention of removing his helmet to drink ale, and Eloi did not raise his cup either, but began to tell his story.

Roy initially thought he might be lying, but after a few words, he realized the guy wasn't.

Firstly, his expression was natural, his voice was calm, and sometimes his gaze would shift slightly upward, as if he were reminiscing, a kind of nostalgic recollection.

Secondly, the details he mentioned didn't seem fabricated at all.

"Teresa and I were both very withdrawn when we were young, and maybe that's why we ended up together." Eloi clearly understood what Roy wanted to hear, and after a brief introduction, she began to get to the point.

Do you know anything about those with bloodlines?

"I am a bloodline holder," Roy lied without batting an eye.

"That makes things easier," Eloi said in surprise. "To be honest, Teresa is also a bloodline user, and besides her, I was the first person to discover her bloodline abilities."

"That day, Teresa used her bloodline abilities to heal a squirrel that had been scratched..."

Roy listened quietly to the story, like a bard singing a ballad, only without accompaniment and melody.

The bitterness was like a rich cup of coffee, yet it remained undiminished.

Teresa's bloodline ability is very powerful; she can heal a squirrel's injuries within five seconds. In addition, this ability has another function—to soothe.

Theresa and Eloi were traveling together when they encountered a venomous snake in the mountains. The snake hissed at them and was about to lunge at them when Theresa used a gentle tone to calm the snake down and make it slowly retreat.

After learning about this special ability, the boys and girls would look for opportunities to find people who had suffered external injuries, secretly treat them, and then quietly leave.

This is a secret that belongs only to them, and they will not tell anyone else.

until one day.

Eloi unfortunately fell off a cliff and suffered a head injury.

In order to save him, Teresa pushed her bloodline abilities to the limit.

"At that moment, I felt like I had seen the Lord. He was surrounded by pure white angel wings. Now I think, how wonderful it would have been if I hadn't been saved then..." Aloy paused for a moment, "But Teresa tried so hard. She tried so hard to save me, to save me, the sinner who dragged her into the abyss..."

As Roy predicted, Teresa initially only treated minor injuries and did not fully activate her bloodline abilities. This time, however, she used all her strength to save Eloi, and even though she was a native bloodline user, she still triggered the side effects of her bloodline.

Her body began to change.

Eloi squinted, as if seeing a scene from the past.

"I saw with my own eyes that two... crooked bones grew out of her back from nothing."