Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

In Roy's impression of various entertainment works, vampires are often noble and elegant, with a fitted suit paired with a pale and handsome face, slightly exposed sharp teeth that gleam coldly, and eyes as pure as blood.

So, vampires exist in this world too?

The townspeople were unaware of the existence of the glass bottle that Delock possessed, and based on the desiccated state of the corpse, they naturally concluded that this was an atrocity committed by vampires.

Tragically, some unknown vampire was caught in the crossfire.

The following day, news broke that the corpse had a pair of distinct tooth holes in its neck, consistent with the methods of the vampires, which undoubtedly increased the likelihood that the vampires were responsible for the murder.

Roy had previously wondered what reason he could use to clear Chopper of suspicion if he died next to Drock, but now it seems that simply fabricating a vampire would be enough.

To deal with powerful creatures like vampires, clergy among the extraordinary are the most suitable. Their skills, imbued with holy light, can easily inflict severe damage on such beings. Father Karl smiled wryly and bluntly stated that it would be difficult for Lanxi Town to find a true clergyman.

After hastily burying the mummified corpse, everyone could only hope that the vampires hiding in the shadows wouldn't target them. If they did, they would target a powerful target like the Perand mercenary, and it would be best if they were subdued in one fell swoop.

Immediately, Roy silently sped up his sword practice, a sense of foreboding creeping over him.

The next morning, the air was a bit cold, and the breath you exhaled immediately condensed into a thick white fog in mid-air.

A petite body was found beneath the linen cloak, as thin as a child.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that he had lost both legs, his entire body was shorter, and his flesh and blood seemed to have been completely sucked away, leaving it almost as thick as a sheet of white paper.

Interestingly, this corpse has a connection to Roy.

Tom the beggar, the old cripple whose left leg he broke.

Because of his physical limitations, he could only crawl on the ground, and his family kicked him out of the house, making him a real beggar.

He probably wanted to find a warm place to rest, but was unfortunately discovered by the vampires.

Upon hearing this news, Roy realized that Drock had begun indiscriminately killing innocent people in order to create the illusion that there were real vampires in the town.

This guy's ruthlessness far exceeded Roy's expectations.

After that, no one dared to go out anymore. The mayor even sent someone to the mercenary guild to issue a request, hoping to get some support.

Two days later, Roy improved the accuracy of his straight thrust to 80%, and with his iron sword, the tip successfully pierced the same spot that Perland had demonstrated a few days earlier, without the slightest difference.

Karazhan's talent was also considerable; in just two days, he had formally mastered the basics of swordsmanship, and the Eye of True Sight had provided suggestions for correcting his movements.

With the advice, Roy's guidance became much more targeted, enabling Karazhan to make rapid progress.

On the third day, Roy learned the Whirlwind Slash from the mercenary.

The Spinning Slash is incredibly difficult; it took him three whole days to reach 30% accuracy, a far cry from the Straight Thrust. And to truly achieve perfect execution, using the Spinning Slash effortlessly, requires even more time.

Perhaps the days leading up to the draft will be spent practicing the Spinning Slash.

During this time, Roy indulged in gluttony and went to the Thoram's Tavern twice a day. Karazhan watched his silver coins visibly decrease and felt heartbroken.

Roy even patted Karazhan on the shoulder and persuaded him to book the number one set meal at the Thoram's Tavern, ostensibly to "treat himself for learning swordsmanship."

As a result, Karazhan's purse was empty, and he couldn't afford the meal costing ten silver coins. Roy told him to wait a moment and then called Gerald over to pay the bill.

The key point is that it also includes the debts he was carrying!

Once he brings this up, Roy will put on a wronged expression, tears welling up in his eyes, his lips trembling, saying that he is an orphan and has been malnourished since childhood, and no one understands him.

Karazhan really wants to curse his deceased parents, how could they raise such a shameless child?

Two days later, despite everyone placing garlic at their doorsteps to ward off the vampires, some people still perished.

The deceased was Edward, an old gambler who often gathered gamblers in his basement to set up various gambling games.

He was among the gamblers Roy had knocked down last time.

To the townspeople's horror, when they found Edward's body, his wooden windows were smashed and cold winds were blowing into the house, making it equally cold inside and out.

Edward's body lay stiffly on the wooden plank bed, shriveled up like a piece of skin, his body frozen stiff.

The vampires broke in through the window!

Panic spread through the town. At night, they all went to bed early, but remained uneasy and unable to sleep, fearing that a pair of scarlet eyes would suddenly flash past their beds and then they would fall into eternal sleep.

This has severely disrupted the townspeople's daily lives. No one expected that such a thing would happen before the lord's summons.

The good news is that the mercenaries the town mayor hired have finally arrived in Lanxi Town.

The bad news is, there was only one person.

"My name is Mor, and I'm the mercenary who accepted the commission." The travel-worn man was dressed in thick leather armor and wore a windproof iron helmet, giving him a formidable defensive appearance.

He took off his helmet, revealing a young face.

"Mayor, don't worry, I'm already a bronze-level mercenary, dealing with ordinary vampires is a piece of cake."

In Moore's opinion, the vampire that the mayor mentioned, who had his eye on such a small place as Lanxi Town, and who had only killed one person every night and dared not show himself in front of the townspeople, must not be a formidable character.

It's at most equivalent to a few goblins; he could take them down with a wave of his hand.

"That's good, that's good." The mayor's face lit up with joy, as if he had seen a savior. In his memory, the mercenary Perand was also a bronze-level warrior, whose strength was unfathomable. However, he was an old man, and it was impossible for him to patrol every night to search for vampires.

This young mercenary in front of me actually has similar strength to Perland. Entrusting this important matter to him is definitely the right thing to do.

"Mercenary Moor," the mayor kindly reminded him, "Lanxi Town isn't very big, but it's not small either. If you're going to patrol at night, it might be quite tiring."

"The mayor is right. I think I'd better rest for a while." Moore turned to look for an inn, but then turned back and said, "If Lanxi Town could provide me with a good shield from a blacksmith, I might be able to hunt down that vampire more effectively."

The mayor immediately ordered his men to take him to Old John's blacksmith shop to ask for a fine shield.

Moore was overjoyed; he never expected to get a shield for free on this trip to the remote town.

Although Lanxi Town was not well-known, he had heard of Old John's craftsmanship in the town.

The fact that a reputation can reach the Mercenary Guild must mean there's something to it.

Upon entering the blacksmith's shop, the apprentices around him turned their gazes toward him, their attitudes suddenly shifting to one of reverence.

Good! That's the right attitude you should have when you see mercenaries. Keep it up!

Moor immediately shouted, "Where is your master? I need a shield!"

"He's in the forge!" an apprentice immediately replied.

The next moment, someone cautiously listened to the door of the forge, and only knocked nervously when the knocking stopped.

Old John had said that no one and nothing was allowed to disturb him while the forge was closed, which was definitely an outrageous act.

Clearly, there was a response to the knocking; footsteps gradually approached the door, and then the door was opened.

A boy peeked out and keenly spotted Moore standing in the doorway, looking completely at ease and showing no respect whatsoever.

This infuriated Moore.

Judging from the ash on the boy's face, he must be someone who helps the master smelt ore. How dare he look down on him like that!

Yes, he definitely doesn't know I'm a mercenary.

Mohr convinced himself, revealed a sincere smile, and took out a bronze token from his waist.

"Young man, I am a Bronze-rank mercenary personally appointed by the Mercenary Guild of Lot Town. Actually, I've come to borrow a shield to complete my commissioned mission." He pursed his lips, revealing a confident glint in his eyes. "I've heard there's a vampire in your town, and I'm here to deal with him."

Most teenagers, upon seeing a mercenary with such a gentle yet remarkably confident demeanor, would respectfully make way for him and obediently stand aside.

But the person in front of them seemed not to hear, still standing there dumbly blocking the doorway, like a nut standing still.

Is he perhaps an idiot?

While Moore was stunned, Roy's brows furrowed.

Through the Eye of True Sight, he could clearly see the mercenary's true nature and deception.

Ok……

It can be described in one word.

—Very bad.