Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

When Roy stepped into the blacksmith's shop, he was full of energy, a stark contrast to his listless appearance a few days ago.

The reason is that the gamblers he beat last night were so weak that even hitting him with a chair wouldn't have a dent, and their physical toughness was no match for the finely crafted training statue in the church.

Roy didn't have to put in much effort; using his free-fighting skills, he quickly took down the whole group of people.

After that, he didn't go to the church, since making such a big fuss would easily attract attention.

Instead, he went straight home and fell asleep immediately.

Rarely, I slept soundly until dawn.

Thanks to the "stimulant" injected into his body by the statue, Roy hadn't had a good night's sleep in days and was naturally very energetic.

Furthermore, the sheer number of gamblers gathered in the basement was an unexpected bonus. He dealt with them all at once, immediately gaining 0.1 to his physical attribute, which is now—

[Brawling (Fighting Training)]

[Special Effect: For every ten enemies defeated, an estimated 0.1 points of Constitution will be gained, up to a maximum of 0.1/0.5. Current number of enemies defeated: 6]

This data is not usually noticeable, but it will suddenly appear in sight once Roy gets involved in a fight.

It seems that, similar to the effect of training stone statues, this benefit can accumulate slowly until it reaches its limit.

All I can say is that we still have to fight.

Besides, to Roy's great surprise, not a word of what happened last night had leaked out until noon. The evidence was that if the gossipy people in Lanxi Town had heard the news, they would have been peeking around the blacksmith's shop long ago. But in fact, apart from the apprentices working enthusiastically, the blacksmith's shop remained deserted.

It seems Larry was the one who suppressed the news. Anyone who can hold this position must not only have some fighting skills, but also be quite adept at handling interpersonal relationships.

One morning, Roy helped Old John with forging, and Old John gave him ten copper coins as payment.

According to the normal ratio, his daily wage is about twenty-five copper coins, which is already higher than most of the apprentices who stay to work.

However, he couldn't continue with Old John that day. It was time for the "Sword of the Kingdom" to train every week.

After lunch, Gerald was in a daze until Roy gave him a push, which made him make up his mind.

— Time to practice swordsmanship.

Even though his hopes had been dashed, Gerald had become accustomed to the sport through long hours of sword practice.

He wondered if, even if he couldn't become a knight, he could settle for becoming a mercenary.

Like the Perland mercenaries, they possess powerful sword skills, enabling them to protect the weak and earn the respect of others.

Moreover, he might be able to teach the next generation swordsmanship, setting his children on the path of knighthood.

Thinking of this, Gerald's eyes suddenly lit up. His daily honing was not in vain; it just needed more time to reap the rewards.

Before entering the workshop, old John glanced in their direction and saw Gerald's resurrected expression, then shook his head helplessly.

Then, Gerald, with a wooden sword at his waist, and Roy, carrying a long, thin wooden stick about the same length as the standard-issue sword, slowly walked toward the cemetery.

During the journey, Gerald seemed to have thought of something and suddenly asked, "Roy, are you going to challenge the top ten masters?"

Based on the strength Roy has demonstrated, even if his swordsmanship foundation is unstable, he is capable of defeating the ten weaker swordsmen and securing a spot among them.

Becoming one of the top ten masters has many advantages, and the earlier you do so, the more benefits you can gain. Therefore, he believes that Roy will issue a challenge this time.

Roy didn't reply, but stroked his chin and asked instead, "Gerald, did you learn swordsmanship from the mercenary Perland?"

"I did study it, but I couldn't master it," Gerald answered truthfully.

"So, the sword techniques taught by mercenaries are very difficult?"

"Not only is it difficult, but..." Gerald raised his eyes slightly, as if recalling the scene at the time, "The mercenary demonstrated his swordsmanship to me. That amazing speed and power... I dare say, if a goblin, that green-skinned bastard, were to be hit, it could easily have five heads chopped off."

"That's amazing." Hearing this, Roy was not discouraged at all; on the contrary, he became even more excited.

His basic swordsmanship is still at the first or second level. He should have fully mastered the techniques of thrusting, slashing, and parrying, and reached a level of proficiency.

To achieve this goal, Roy estimates he will need about another week of practice.

Even with True Sight to correct movements, proficiency still requires constant practice to improve; there are no shortcuts.

A week later, once he has acquired Lv.2 basic swordsmanship, he will be able to learn sword skills with even greater ease.

But at this moment, securing a spot among the top ten masters and receiving a wooden sword for training will undoubtedly solidify his basic swordsmanship.

"Alright, Gerald, I think I'll find someone to challenge."

When Roy said those words, Gerald froze, his hand on the hilt of his sword trembling uncontrollably.

Is he really that scary?

Roy felt a little puzzled. In his memory, he hadn't left Gerald with any impression of being invincible.

Little did they know that Gerald had tested his strength against old John many times, and in the simplest way possible.

That is—arm wrestling.

Strength is also part of the blacksmith apprentice training; in fact, they had just finished an arm-wrestling match yesterday.

Gerrard, as usual, suffered a crushing defeat.

Old John also reminded him that he had only used about 50% of his strength.

Considering that Roy almost broke free of Old John's wrist at the time, Gerald naturally believed that Roy was not someone he could defeat.

Moreover, this feeling is even more direct during the process of forging with two people...

Seeing his reaction, Roy smiled faintly: "Don't panic, Gerald. You're the second-best of the top ten fighters, why would I challenge you to a match?"

"You should know everyone else quite well. Why don't you recommend someone?"

With the Eye of Truth in his eye, his advice to Gerald was merely for reference. However, the latter thought Roy was genuinely asking him a question and began to analyze it cautiously, even stopping along the way.

"Togepi, ranked ninth, isn't particularly strong or physically imposing, but his swordsmanship is superb. Given your swordsmanship level, you might be at a disadvantage against him."

"Brenda, ranked tenth, I've only seen him fight once. His performance was similar to Melanda's, but his swordsmanship was just so-so..."

"Lorenzo, who is ranked seventh, is a very well-rounded person."

As Roy also stopped, Gerald meticulously analyzed all ten top fighters except for Delock and himself.

"In conclusion, I recommend you choose Brenda, since you have an advantage in strength. By the way, the rules of the contest are that if your opponent's sword touches a vital point, you lose." He said with a serious expression, "So, you must parry or dodge their sword."

"Hmm, what's wrong?"

Seeing Roy's surprised expression, Gerald paused for a moment, then quickly took a few steps to catch up with him.

"I thought..." Roy turned around, a hint of relief on his face, as if looking at a child who had grown up through hardship, "that you wouldn't care about other people's situations."

"Huh? What are you talking about? I only managed to get to second place among the top ten masters after constantly analyzing my opponents!"

"Are you underestimating my efforts by saying that?!" Gerald was like an orange cat whose tail had been stepped on, his fur standing on end.

"I'm so sorry, I misunderstood you." Roy bowed deeply and said sincerely, "Brenda, right? I'll seriously consider your suggestion."

Time passed quickly in the ensuing meaningless chatter, and they hurried into the cemetery.

The surroundings were as barren as ever, the soil looked as if it had been scorched by fire, and was a dark black color.

It was like a wasteland swept by a storm, where all vegetation had faded away.

Upon reaching the top of the gentle slope, Roy raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Wow, there are so many people this time."

"Yes, there's not much time left before the draft, so everyone's naturally feeling the pressure," Gerald replied.

There were more than sixty teenagers gathered below, which was almost the same as the seventy-odd people Gerald had mentioned. It was clear that everyone who could come had arrived, and some of those who were kept under the control of their parents may have secretly slipped out.

"Unfortunately, out of more than seventy people, only two will be chosen in the end." Roy shook his head and glided down the hillside with a graceful and natural movement.

Gerald sensed the arrogance in his words, the confidence that he knew he would be chosen. He felt a pang of envy and took a step forward as well.

Just like last time, I accidentally rolled over on the ground.