Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

"It's getting late." Delock glanced at the sun hiding behind the mountains; there was hardly any light left around.

"Those who are in a hurry to go can leave first, but if anyone wants to continue practicing, they can stay."

He turned around and greeted Roy.

"Newcomer, come here. Let me tell you about our organization."

Roy obediently walked over and came to a dead and rotten old tree with Delock. There were only the two of them around. Gerald had already gone home first. If he didn't come back soon, Old John would not only nag, but would give him a physical lesson.

"Relax," Delock said with a warm smile. "It's just a normal Q&A session; everyone who comes to our organization goes through this."

Upon hearing this, Roy silently moved a little further away. At that distance, if Delock had a weapon hidden in his arms, a sudden attack could have killed him.

This little gesture startled Delock for a moment, then he shook his head and chuckled.

"Looks like you don't quite trust me yet. Well, it's good to be cautious." He took a few steps back, raised his hands, and said, "This distance, is it alright?"

Roy nodded, his opinion of Delock rising even higher.

This guy has leadership skills, a great sense of propriety, is favored by the Perland mercenaries, and is handsome—he's practically perfect.

Once he comes of age, he'll undoubtedly charm countless women of marriageable age.

"Your hair color is very rare," Delock suddenly said. "Black hair... could you also be a bloodline inheritor?"

Those of bloodline...

"What is that?" Roy asked, feigning ignorance.

"It's nothing, I was just saying. Now, I'm going to ask you a few formal questions, and in exchange, you can ask me questions too. Don't mind it, trading is just a habit of mine."

Delock leaned his wooden sword against a tree and said in an extremely businessman-like tone:

"My first question is, why do you want to become a knight?"

This question was within Roy's expectations; it's like when you go for a job interview, the HR will ask you why you chose our company.

Roy had already rehearsed the answer countless times.

He repeated exactly what he had said to Gerrard.

"Your answer is exactly the same as Olga's," Delock said with a strange expression.

"He and I are very good friends, so we share similar ideals," Roy lied without batting an eye.

"Ahem, alright, next question. What's your goal? Is it to secure one of the conscription slots, become a knight's squire, or perhaps something even bigger..." Delock blinked, "To condense the Seed of Life and become a full-fledged knight?"

Roy's short-term goal is the last one.

But to say it directly would make him seem a bit arrogant.

He sounded like a child who had just suffered a blow, his voice trembling with sobs: "I thought I was sure I'd get a spot in the draft, until I saw everyone... everyone's strength is so formidable, and their swordsmanship is so solid. I realized how narrow-minded I was. I'll be content as long as I'm summoned by the lord in three years."

"...I understand." Delock's eyes were solemn, as if he had engraved these words in his mind. "Roy, you don't need to underestimate yourself. Everyone has a chance."

The next moment, he pulled out a thin stone slab from the lining of his leather vest. It was crystal clear, only about one centimeter thick, and about the size of a palm.

After holding onto the stone slab with both hands, Delock stood firmly on the ground with his heels planted firmly on the soil, and the stone slab was displayed in front of Roy in the shape of a sandbag.

"Now, attack this stone slab with all your might. Don't worry about damaging it. It's a supernatural item that can record your power data," Delock said.

Extraordinary items?

This was the first time Roy had heard the term and seen the actual object. If the superhumans in this world have tools to determine their attributes, then there must be a complete set of standards to determine their class.

Therefore, there must be other ranks after squire and knight!

As Roy's gaze focused on the stone slab, a stream of data naturally appeared.

[Power Slab]

[Type: Witchcraft Artifact]

Rating: E

【Functions: Strength measurement, strength improvement】

[Force Measurement: Attacking the stone slab can test the attacker's strength, which is displayed on the slab through inscriptions and disappears after one minute. The maximum force that can be withstood must not exceed 10.]

[Strength Boost: When carrying this stone tablet, the speed at which the Strength attribute increases increases by 10%, effective for those with less than 10 points of Strength.]

[Backlash: The Imprisonment of Power]

[Power Imprisonment: From the start of the slate's duration, the slate bearer will suffer a curse of -50% power every month for 24 hours. If the slate is stopped being carried midway, the timer will pause.]

[Description: The Power Tablet, invented by Matthew, a wizard of the Flesh and Blood faction, was widely produced and used by wizards; it is a mass-produced wizarding artifact.]

Grade E magical artifact...

Having read numerous novels about it, he immediately understood the characteristics of the so-called "witchcraft artifacts."

"The greater the power, the stronger the backlash; that must be the logic."

This power tablet's abilities are only so-so. Wearing it from a young age might accumulate some good power over time. As for the backlash, it seems intimidating, but in reality, there are only 24 hours in a month. As long as you don't engage in combat during that time, you'll be fine.

Roy had some doubts. Could this stone tablet be something Delock had been wearing since childhood? If so, a small part of his strength attribute would come from here.

Without thinking much, he lowered his center of gravity slightly and clenched his fist.

It is normal for the leader of an organization to want to obtain information about the capabilities of its members; if his power is not high, there is no need for him to hide it.

The force of the punch erupted and poured onto the thin stone slab. Logically, an ordinary thin slab would have been broken in an instant by this tremendous force, but the magical artifact remained completely still.

However, three seconds after Roy withdrew his fist, the stone slab suddenly moved.

Large shards of stone fell from the stone slab, as if a sculptor were drawing on the stone with a carving knife, making an extremely sharp sound, like fingernails scraping a blackboard.

The sculptor's movements were particularly slow and deliberate, and it took a full ten seconds for the loud noise to finally stop.

The inscriptions on the stone slab are already very deep.

"Is it 1.1? Your strength is not bad, Roy." Delock nodded slightly. This number was excellent among all the teenagers, and only a few could surpass him.

At the same time, this is not much different from the data Roy observed using his True Sight.

"Wow, what an amazing stone slab! No wonder it's an extraordinary item!"

Roy raised his eyebrows, revealing his superb acting skills.

"This stone tablet was bought by my father at a high price from a wizard's apprentice. It's just a pity that he only met that apprentice once." Delock patted Roy on the shoulder. "Practice hard, Roy. Maybe you can successfully challenge the top ten masters and then you can have your own wooden sword."

Delock's promise was a success, and Roy nodded "excitedly": "I'll try my best!"

"Alright, I've finished asking my questions. It's your turn now." He put away the stone slab, picked up the wooden sword, and twirled it.

This leader actually gave Roy the opportunity to ask questions.

At this moment, Roy had one big question in his mind.

Was Delock's purpose in establishing this organization truly just to cultivate swordsmanship talent?

Ultimately, this is completely contrary to the ways of a businessman.

But he naturally didn't show the slightest hint of doubt.

"I have no problem, Delock." His eyes were full of trust in Delock.

"I thought so too." The merchant's son waved goodbye. "Roy, I have to go back now. Oh, by the way—"

He turned his head, smiled slightly, and said, "Remember to give my regards to Olga."