Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

"Who is this guy...?"

"Ha, that's the genius that old John always praises, isn't he?"

"Shh, keep your voice down."

"This action..."

"hiss……"

The crowd's voices gradually subsided as they watched Roy's movements with focused and incredulous attention, as if they were watching a spectacular performance.

The well-proportioned arm that emerged from the sleeve gripped a five-kilogram iron hammer tightly, its muscles full and powerful.

His stance was like that of a straight pine tree. With each downward strike, the hammerhead whistled through the air, precisely striking the red-hot iron block and sending up scorching sparks.

"Why...why do I see my master's shadow...?"

"That's impossible. He was just imitating his master's movements. Even the senior students who have studied for several years haven't reached the master's level."

Everyone noticed that Old John's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, revealing a relieved smile.

He only shows that expression when he is extremely satisfied!

They were right; Roy's actions were indeed no match for the decades of experience and wisdom that old John had accumulated.

At most, they may look similar on the surface, but in some details, he is not as good as the experienced master craftsman, and the finished product will be slightly inferior.

But this is in comparison to old John.

Compared to some of his fellow apprentices, Roy was practically a god of forging, his frequency and force hitting the mark precisely.

With the final hammer blow, the iron ingot had condensed into an unpolished dagger blade, its smooth surface reflecting a bright silver light.

And there wasn't a single crack!

Without a doubt, this is an excellent piece of material.

Roy let out a heavy sigh of relief. An hour of rework and forging had truly tested his willpower.

Yesterday, he was unable to wield the five-kilogram hammer with ease due to insufficient strength.

Fortunately, the 0.2 Strength attribute I obtained from the statue last night made up for this deficiency.

"Master, I'm done."

Once the rough dagger had cooled down, old John eagerly gripped it in his hand and examined it closely.

This action drew utter astonishment from the others.

"Not bad, not bad." He said "not bad" twice in a row, continuing to praise, "Although there are still some details that need polishing, those are things that require experience to accumulate, I can't teach you, you can only figure them out yourself. Apart from that..."

"This rough piece is good enough to be forged into a decent dagger!"

As he spoke, old John put away the rough blank, intending to shape it himself.

Doesn't this mean that the rough blank has reached the standard for sale?

Upon seeing this, everyone gasped. Everyone already knew who the first place in the rookie group was.

Meanwhile, Old John took the fully forged iron sword blade from the forging table, clamped it with pliers, and threw it into the furnace.

"Next, I will demonstrate the quenching process!"

"Whether you know how to quench or not, come and see how I do it! Don't just stand there!"

Following Old John's instructions, the apprentices gathered around the fireplace. This was tough on Roy, who was short. Despite his stats improving rapidly during this time, he was still less than 1.5 meters tall, making him one of the shortest among the apprentices.

"Roy, come in." Old John had anticipated this situation and gestured for the others to spread out a bit.

Amidst envious glances from the crowd, Roy stood next to Old John, gaining access to the quenching demonstration from the VIP seats.

"Look closely, this iron ingot needs to be heated to 800 degrees Celsius, at which point the flame will turn cherry red..."

Roy wrote down the operating steps and precautions one by one, thinking to himself that quenching was indeed a profound subject, requiring even more knowledge than forging.

However, he had memorized so many mathematical formulas from his previous life, so this knowledge came easily to him.

"Alright, here are some materials. Go practice your quenching. As for the rest of you..." Old John's eyes swept around like a hawk's, finally settling into a cold laugh, "Go back and practice your forging again. If you can't produce a piece that satisfies me, you can skip lunch!"

Everyone secretly groaned. Roy had raised Old John's expectations too high. How could they possibly make a rough draft of that level in such a short time?

For a moment, their expressions toward Roy were tinged with resentment.

"Also, since you failed to produce a work that satisfies me, I have no choice but to give all the rewards from the assessment to Roy."

"Huh?" Roy was stuffed with three cloth bags. It can be inferred that Old John did indeed intend to select the top three at first, but the quality of this new apprentice greatly disappointed him.

"Master John, can I use these copper coins as I please?" Roy asked hastily, seeing the other apprentices gritting their teeth.

"These are my reward to you, and of course they're yours."

"Then... I would like to ask Master to select two more people and give these two cloth bags to them."

"Good lad!"

"We haven't spoiled you for nothing!"

The apprentices' eyes lit up, and two of them immediately came up and put their arms around Roy's shoulders, looking like they had a very good relationship.

"Let's eliminate those two first," Roy said with a wicked grin.

In the end, old John followed Roy's advice and, based on the quality of the final product, selected two more apprentices and rewarded them.

The two apprentices beamed with joy.

"I never knew Roy was so kind!"

"I'll treat you to drinks tonight!"

"Get lost! She's not even an adult yet!"

Some were happy, some were sad, but most were sad. They silently returned to the forge, ready to complete the task given to them by Old John.

Seeing that only Roy remained in place, Old John frowned slightly and said, "Your forging skills are already quite proficient. Now go practice quenching. I think it won't be long before you can forge weapons independently."

This is a very high evaluation. Old John himself spent two years going from a beginner to independently building weapons, and the result was still a substandard product.

Roy shook his head, refusing to accept his opinion.

"Master, rather than learning quenching, there's something else I want to do that will help me improve faster."

"You mean...?"

"I want to team up with Gerrard."

"Wait a minute." Old John pulled his money pouch from his pocket. "If you're in it for the money..."

Roy pressed down on old John's hand: "Master, don't you think Gerald is really too pitiful?"

He used the word "pitiful" directly, but Old John's expression remained unchanged. In his view, having no friends was indeed a sign of being pitiful.

"The reason he has no friends is because of his arrogant personality; he believes he will always be superior to others," Roy continued to guide the conversation.

"You mean..." Old John raised his eyes slightly.

"Indeed, you agree, my forging skills are superior to Gerald's. If I join Gerald's group, we can forge together as a pair."

The so-called two-person cooperative forging involves one person holding the tongs, responsible for precisely fixing, flipping, and adjusting the object, and controlling the striking position. The other person holds the hammer and must control the force, angle, and frequency of the hammer blows based on the tong holder's gestures.

It can be said that wherever the person holding the pliers points, the person holding the hammer has to strike! The forging process is entirely dominated by the person holding the pliers!

Generally speaking, when an old blacksmith has a satisfactory apprentice, he will let him be the hammer wielder, while he himself will handle the pliers.

"Roy..." Old John frowned, worried, "Gerald won't let you take the lead so easily. After all, he's such a proud man..."

"Master, you can rest assured and leave this to me."

"I will definitely make Gerrard completely approve of me!"

At this moment, Roy was full of confidence.

He has the ability to see the truth and is most skilled at instructing others.

You could say he was born to wield pliers!