Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

"What happened?" The townspeople looked on in disbelief as they saw Gray and the others being taken away.

Subsequently, all production at the blacksmith shop was temporarily suspended, and the sheriff of Longya Town began a full-scale investigation to determine if anyone was aware of the case.

Apart from the victim George, everyone in the blacksmith shop was on the investigation list and underwent some degree of interrogation, although Roy felt that the interrogation was just a waste of time.

"Grey's Blacksmith Shop still exists, but without Grey and with the support of Dragon Tooth Steel Ingots, it may decline drastically. The loss of Dragon Tooth Steel Ingots to Blackwater Territory is also a great loss."

However, this has nothing to do with Roy.

After everything settled down, he went to Phaethon Prison again to search for it.

Just to make sure nothing is missed.

I also tried writing on the prison wall with that kind of pen.

The result was amazing; the writing appeared directly on the wall of the duty room.

He and Teresa conducted an experiment where the writing on the wall would disappear ten seconds after the pen stopped moving, which was also the time the staff on duty had to judge the answers.

Each prison cell has a small square for displaying the answer, and each square has four smaller squares, each corresponding to one of the four pens in that cell.

"But there's no electricity here, so how is the pen connected to the wall?"

Even after he peeled back the wall and examined the internal structure, he found no trace of distributed circuitry.

In reality, it was impossible for Fahd alone, who understood circuits, to complete the circuit layout of the entire prison, as it was a massive undertaking.

"It seems that the alchemy faction's technological level is much higher than that of Earth." Roy had the idea of ​​dismantling the pen.

The Eye of True Sight's analysis of the pen was rather embarrassing, only revealing the pen's outer shell; therefore, he would have to handle it himself.

He first tried to rotate the pen barrel, but the joint was tightly sealed. So he gritted his teeth, gripped the gap between the pen barrel and the nib with his fingernail, and suddenly pried it open.

With a loud "crack," he actually broke the pen barrel in two.

Fine debris fell off in a soft rustling sound. Roy opened his palm and saw that the pen's interior indeed contained no battery or circuit board; instead, there was a tightly wound silver coil.

The coil encased a transparent crystal core the size of a grain of rice. He frowned, touched the crystal core with his hand, and the crystal core instantly became covered with spider web-like cracks, turning into extremely fine powder.

"Is it really that fragile?"

Roy disassembled the pen again, this time without touching it with his hands, and instead activated his True Sight.

After a moment, he looked away and, after some thought, roughly understood the connection between the pen and the wall.

The pressure applied during writing is applied to the pen tip, and this pressure is transmitted to the silver coil, causing it to produce specific mechanical vibrations related to the writing trajectory.

The crystal nucleus receives this vibration and plays a modulating and amplifying role, modulating this mechanical vibration to a fixed frequency, with each pen having a different frequency.

The modulated mechanical wave radiates outward.

This mechanical wave is actually very weak and will dissipate quickly in the air.

However, if written on a wall, it will be absorbed by the wall.

As for why it absorbs...

Roy speculated that the wall might contain a special material that could conduct mechanical waves within a certain frequency band with extremely low damping, and that the pens used were all within that frequency band.

The endpoint of the transmission is the wall of the duty room.

Each small cell can absorb waves of the corresponding mechanical frequency, thereby restoring the original wave and condensing the characters on it.

The reason why the writing disappeared after ten seconds is perhaps because the intensity of the wave emitted by the crystal core was too small. Even though the wall's conduction damping was almost non-existent, it would still eliminate the wave within ten seconds.

This is speculation.

The speculations that arose from this pen.

Roy wasn't sure if there were any conduction channels inside the walls, or if the walls of the duty room were made of a material that could precisely absorb waves of a specific frequency.

Perhaps there are other methods.

However, his assumption has a certain degree of validity.

"If that's true, the alchemy faction's technology far surpasses that of Earth..." Roy exclaimed in surprise, "It's like something out of a science fiction novel."

"If Phaethon were in this prison, I would wish he had left behind his design drawings, even if it was just a part of them," he said regretfully.

"However, I think the wizard who designed this kind of prison must not be an unknown person, and there is a high probability that we will encounter him in the future."

After the search of Phaethon's prison was completed, Roy and Teresa returned to their room in the tavern, where he took the Uruk ivory out of his package.

That was cut off from Teresa's back just yesterday. Now, all that's left on Teresa's back is a short piece of metal bone, barely noticeable unless you look closely.

He went to great lengths to use tools to remove a piece of bone large enough for the fit test.

The test results came back a day later.

Just as Roy expected.

Like the Dragon Tooth Steel Ingot and the Qiska Gold, the metal surface was covered with lard, indicating its extremely high compatibility.

He even suspected that the high compatibility between the Dragon Tooth steel ingot and him might be due to the presence of Uruk ivory mixed in.

"I'm very lucky. In a sense, none of these three metals should have appeared in Blackwater Territory. It was the wizards who brought them to this plane, and I just happen to be a good match for them."

Roy was quite satisfied with the three adapters.

"It's time to go back."

He packed his luggage and looked at Teresa.

Just then, the latter looked at him with pitiful eyes.

At the same time, Eloi pushed open the door and entered, and the three of them formed a pincer movement, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Eloi swallowed hard first and said, "Teresa, stay. The blacksmith shop will stay open, and I have savings; I can easily support you!"

Roy raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

Eloi has completely revealed his hand: after failing to win her over with his confession, he's trying to use money and benefits to keep Teresa here.

In fact, Roy had the idea of ​​taking Teresa away with him.

He had already witnessed the terrifying power of the healing bloodline.

When George got up from the ground, he acted as if nothing had happened, as if he had just tripped and fallen. However, when the sheriff came to arrest him, he resisted and had his teeth knocked out, and that was the end of it.

However, the final decision rests with Theresa.

"Teresa, do you want to stay here, or..." Roy said, "Let's make this clear first, the life of a knight won't be what you think, all day long, upholding justice and fighting bravely against enemies. Most of the time, it's quite dull."

"Life in Dragontooth Town, though simple, might actually be more suitable for you."

"Yes, the master said this place is more suitable for you, so let's listen to the master!" Eloi seized on this flaw and suggested.

"No," Teresa immediately refused.

"I've been here half my life, I don't want to stay any longer!" Teresa blinked and turned to Roy. "Besides, you haven't given me the sweet potato chips you promised!"

Eloi stood frozen in place.

It's not because of the sweet potato chips.

"Half a lifetime..." he murmured.

This word, generally speaking, wouldn't be something a little girl would use, right?

"Teresa, you don't mean..." Eloi looked at Teresa suddenly, but the latter's attention was no longer on him.

"Now that you've made your decision," Roy's eyes flashed, "let's go."

"No..." Eloi raised her hand to stop her.

Teresa brushed his hand away and left the room.

He seemed somewhat dazed.

She had remembered it long ago.

Every word Eloi said to her caused her heart to ache.

Let's get out of here right away.

She said to herself.

……

Inside the tavern, Bill opened the money bag in his hand and saw a golden light shining inside.

His breath hitched, and Tru and Bulma beside him both had red eyes.

"Sir Knight...you're really rich."

Tru swallowed hard, while Bill counted the gold coins one by one, finally gasping for breath.

"Twelve." His voice trembled.

Too few?

No, this number is far too many.

According to the monetary rules, one gold coin could be exchanged for one hundred silver coins and ten thousand copper coins, which was quite an astonishing purchasing power!

Based on an average monthly expenditure of five silver coins per household, twelve gold coins could last for a full twenty years, which is half a lifetime!

"...What a pity." After staring at the gold coins in silence for a while, Bill suddenly said.

Tru and Bulma then looked at him in confusion.

"If you had this money, where would you choose to spend it?" Bill asked.

"With so much money, I can probably buy a piece of land, hire some people to farm it, and live off this land for the rest of my life," Tru thought to himself.

"That's only enough for ordinary expenses. Even if you manage to save money, it'll probably be very little," Bill glanced at them. "Are you really willing to exchange such a large sum of money for a stable life for the rest of your days?"

Bulma paused for a moment.

Isn't a stable life for the rest of your life enough?

This is already an extremely rare and precious thing!

The two men frowned and looked at Bill.

"Tell me, what exactly do you want?"

"Simpton is the largest town in our Blackwater Territory..." Bill licked his lips. "Do you want to make a bet with me?"

He raised his eyes, his gaze sharpening.

"We registered with the Simpton Chamber of Commerce and obtained a trading permit!"

"You want to be a businessman?" The two were shocked.

Twelve gold coins are a large sum of money for ordinary people, but if you use them for business...

That's just a drop in the ocean.

"We have more than just this much money," Bill suddenly said, his eyes gleaming.

"We have other things that can be converted into funds."

"you mean……"

"We can take out a loan from the Chamber of Commerce as initial capital."

"But that requires a big shot to vouch for it..."

"This is our guarantee," Bill interrupted, holding up the money bag. "Where did this money bag come from? It was a gift from the Knight!"

"Isn't a formal knight a big shot?!"

"We can use this money pouch as proof, and then, relying on the knight's prestige and integrity, persuade the merchant guild to lend us money!"

The two men stared at the untouched wine glass in front of Bill and suddenly realized something.

This time, he seems to be serious...

"W-Can it work?" Bulma asked uncertainly.

"Absolutely no problem." Bill's eyes were firm.