Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

"My lord, you've arrived." A barely perceptible look of fear flashed across Gray's eyes. He followed Roy's gaze and saw that Roy was looking at his son. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"Grey, why are you so nervous to see me?" Roy patted him on the shoulder.

Gray's body tensed up suddenly, and his face turned pale.

The two stared at each other for a while, but Roy was wearing a helmet and Gray was looking down, so all that could be seen was the chest of the Dragon Fang Plate Armor.

The tense atmosphere was broken when Roy burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, Gray, of course you'd be nervous. Standing before you is a knight rarely seen in the entire Blackwater Territory! Tell me, who wouldn't be nervous in front of me?"

Despite the self-praise it might seem like, Gray wiped his brow and said with a forced smile, "Anyone who sees you, sir, will be overwhelmed by your powerful aura and naturally feel nervous."

"Well said." Roy seemed extremely pleased and nodded as if it were a matter of course.

Gray frowned again.

"Sir, you've come again so soon. Are you dissatisfied with the previous Dragon Tooth Steel Ingots? If so, we don't have any better materials."

Upon hearing this, Roy stared at him and said, "Of course not! Dragon Fang Steel Ingots are indeed excellent materials, but I haven't used them to forge myself yet."

"I see." Gray was extremely confident in the quality of the Dragon Tooth Steel Ingot; he had only been testing it casually just now.

"The reason you've come this time, sir, is because..."

Roy didn't rush to answer, his eyes darting across the various blacksmith tables.

Finally, their gaze settled on a blacksmith's table where plate armor was being made.

Of course, it's not just there that plate armor is being made; rather, the armor is made mostly from dragon tooth steel ingots, and the craftsmen's skills are quite astonishing!

"Uncle Simon, he was an old man who worked at our blacksmith shop back when my father was there." Gray's eyes showed a look of reminiscence. "His skills in all aspects of forging were even superior to mine."

"I see." Roy nodded.

Blacksmithing is a profession that requires slow and meticulous work; the development of their skills is also a slow process that takes time to accumulate.

Therefore, Gray, who is now in charge of the blacksmith shop, is in his early thirties and is very likely not as good as some of the older people who are in their forties or fifties and are still working here.

Just like a sect, the strongest is never the sect leader.

"Do you recognize the plate armor I'm wearing?" Roy pointed to his upper body.

"Of course I recognize it. This is the standard Dragon Fang Plate Armor sold in our blacksmith shop, hmm..." Gray had a sharp eye and examined it carefully for a moment, "However, this plate armor doesn't seem to fit your body shape quite well. You'd better have a set custom-made."

"Excuse my bluntness, but plate armor that doesn't fit your body properly could significantly impact your combat effectiveness," Gray cautioned.

Roy simply smiled slightly at this.

"I know that, but I think Lord Histor has already ordered plate armor for me here."

Suddenly, Gray's eyes widened.

"So, the plate armor that the lord ordered was for you?"

"Oh no, I should have realized it sooner. As a newly appointed knight, you certainly deserve this level of reward." He felt that everything was connected.

Roy's frequent visits to their blacksmith shop, observing the surroundings, were not out of greed for the materials for the Dragon Tooth Steel Ingots, nor were they motivated by any other malice.

Isn't it normal for a knight to come and see the armor he will wear in the future?

After all, that might be a partner you'll spend your whole life with!

"Indeed, you can never pay too much attention to it..."

Gray knew he understood Roy's intentions, and his last bit of wariness towards him dissipated. He comforted him, saying:

"Rest assured, my lord, with Simon here, and many other craftsmen whose skills surpass mine, we will definitely elevate this piece to an unprecedented level!"

His eyes were filled with fanaticism!

Historia commissioned this plate armor, and the price he quoted was astronomical.

Gray suspected that this would be a considerable expense for the lord who collected taxes from the entire territory.

But it is precisely because of the huge amount of orders that they have the opportunity to refine the product little by little.

Gray believes this could be one of the masterpieces he has ever created in his life!

"I'm looking forward to it." Roy smiled faintly, then left the blacksmith shop.

The sound of metal striking against metal echoed in his ears, and his expression under the helmet instantly turned serious.

The "suicide victim" he had just found was just a stoker in Gray's blacksmith shop, the kind who controlled the heat when smelting ore.

While the fire-tiller is also important, he pales in comparison to the other roles.

"The wages of a stoker are definitely much lower than others, so the reason he 'committed suicide' might be that he was bribed by Gray?"

"But we can't rule out the possibility of them finding something to use against us..."

As he walked, he was lost in thought, completely unaware that three people were approaching from the opposite direction, chatting and laughing.

Until the moment I looked up.

He spotted the person opposite him, who, having snapped out of their heated discussion, also noticed him.

"Huh?" Roy paused for a moment, a rather meaningful expression appearing beneath his helmet.

The other person's expression changed drastically, and he grabbed his companion and ran away!

The reaction was quick, but unfortunately, Roy only leaned forward one step and grabbed the other's arm.

The man turned around with a mournful face, as if he had lost a loved one, crying and laughing at the same time.

"Oh no, oh no..." Bill was like a trembling hamster in Roy's hands.

"Why are you running when you see me?" a voice came from under the helmet.

"Of course, I didn't want to offend you, sir," he said with a forced smile.

Roy laughed and said, "Don't rush, I'll treat you to dinner."

Behind them, Bulma and Tru looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Yes, including the two of you."

This meal wasn't taken at a tavern, but at Bill's house. He gave his wife a few silver coins to buy ingredients, and kept the rest of the money for her.

The woman was naturally overjoyed. The ingredients for a meal only cost a few dollars. Even with the knight present, she could still save a lot by buying some high-end ingredients in town.

Just as she walked past Roy, she suddenly frowned.

"What's wrong?" Roy asked, seeing the situation.

"N-nothing!" The woman's face flushed slightly, making her seem even stranger.

"Are you really alright?"

"Really, sir, I'll go buy the ingredients right away." The woman made a move to leave, her face flushed, which had spread all the way to her ears.

Roy grabbed her abruptly, his voice icy.

"say!"

The woman collapsed, leaving Bill completely bewildered.

The knight shook your hand, and you reacted so strongly!?

"No, it's nothing. It's just that I feel... there's a peculiar fragrance about you, sir." The woman turned her face away shyly.

"aroma?"

Bill immediately realized what was happening.

"It does have a faint fragrance, with a slightly sweet taste!"

sweet?

Yeah, right!

If the woman hadn't mentioned it, Roy would have forgotten.

Since merging with Ottom's bloodline, his entire body has emitted a sweet, cloying fragrance. Perhaps due to increased control over his body after condensing the Seed of Life, he was able to absorb most of this fragrance into his body.

Therefore, what others smell is only a faint odor.

That's very strange. Why would this woman react so strongly?

After some questioning, Roy couldn't get an answer, only guessing that perhaps the scent was more stimulating for women than for men?