Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

From the neck where the head was severed, a column of blood shot into the sky, the blood curtain changed from thick to a drizzle, and finally the body knelt silently, like a knight bowing devoutly before a sanctuary, solemn and sacred.

Roy pressed the body to the ground and began to stroke it carefully, his gaze as serious as a student entering an exam hall.

"Drok?" Karazhan poked his head out from the hillside, his face full of sorrow. Given what had just happened, he certainly didn't dare to leave, lest he return to find two corpses lying in a river of blood.

"It's...it's all over." The first thing that flooded his mind wasn't sadness, but an almost instinctive sense of bewilderment and helplessness. After all, this was the first time he had witnessed murder, and the victim was a close friend with whom he had a good relationship. For a moment, he didn't know what to do.

Especially when he thought about how the townspeople would look at Roy, the murderer, and how they would categorize him as someone who had failed to help someone in distress, fear welled up like a gushing spring.

Roy continued to leisurely loot the corpse.

"Hey!" He suddenly touched a hard object and was overjoyed. He took it out and saw that it was the Power Stone, slightly larger than his fist, which could be barely stuffed into his chest, or even used as a breastplate.

"No, touch it again." He was still not satisfied. His hand moved to the corpse's waist, where a small bulge appeared. He took out an empty glass bottle.

The bottle is clear and clean. If placed under sunlight, it should refract colorful light, and various colors can be seen from different angles.

Staring intently at the glass bottle, Roy's eyes gleamed with a pale blue stream of data.

[Hundred times liquid storage bottle]

[Type: Witchcraft Artifact]

Rating: E

【Function: Liquid recording】

[Liquid Absorption: Only applicable to liquids with a solids content of 1% or less. Point the bottle opening at the container, recite the incantation, and the liquid volume will be reduced to 1% of its original size and absorbed into the bottle. It has complete absorption capabilities.]

[Description: A liquid storage bottle invented by the bloodline-faction wizard Kakaro. It is a relatively low-grade model of liquid storage bottle, which was widely produced and used by wizards. It is a type of mass-produced wizarding artifact.]

This is it!

Although it only has a volume of about 100 milliliters, it can easily absorb the blood of an entire body when expanded or contracted to a volume a hundred times larger.

The key point is that this is just a mass-produced item, one of the lowest-end witchcraft artifacts!

This gave Roy a completely new understanding of the power of wizards.

"A top-quality reservoir bottle, it might even hold the ocean." He sighed for a moment, then tried to find if Delock had any leftover potions to increase blood concentration, but unfortunately he didn't.

"He couldn't have gotten only this much." Roy knew perfectly well that at least the "refrigerator" and the books about witchcraft arrays were still missing.

There's a chance these things were hidden outside by Delock, but it's more likely they're in that villa.

It's not surprising that Larry didn't find anything when he searched the house earlier. It's quite common for a businessman to want to build a secret room in a house that no one else can find.

Roy decided to explore the villa.

"Karazhan." He looked at the timid, vacant-eyed boy on the hillside and grinned.

Moments later, a flock of crows circled the tree, eyeing the headless corpse on the ground with predatory intent.

Even though its flesh and blood had been drained, leaving it shriveled and withered, the crows were scavengers and wouldn't be picky eaters. Their eyes darted around, waiting to see when the human next to them would leave.

Even if his face wasn't contorted in pain, he was at least severely nearsighted. Karazhan's brows were furrowed deeply as he dragged the headless corpse like a vengeful ghost, hiding it in the shadows of the gentle slope.

Then, he sat down on the spot and transformed into a solemn stone statue, guarding the corpse.

A gentle breeze blows, but the stone statue remains unmoved, as if rooted to the earth, silent and still.

……

Roy slowly walked into the villa's courtyard, which could no longer be called a courtyard, because to be fair, it was several times larger than the mayor's house.

Unfortunately, the mansion was empty at the moment. Where people had died, vampires might be lurking. Even if it was unclaimed, who would dare to take it over?

He persuaded Karazhan in a few words to guard the corpse, as he wanted to explore the place and hopefully recover the wizard's legacy.

As for how he persuaded her?

On that dark and stormy night of murder, Roy had already memorized the incantation for the reservoir. He chanted "Xi Zi Mi, Kou Dai Wa," and all of Drok's blood was poured into the reservoir. Karazhan had no choice but to believe that Drok was behind this so-called vampire incident.

Moreover, Roy committed the murder in the cemetery, and there were no other witnesses. The two were now in cahoots. Only if Roy first went to Delock's residence to investigate and find more evidence of his evil deeds could their actions in killing Delock be justified.

Recycling was just a side effect.

Thinking of this, Roy looked up and saw the shattered glass window on the second floor clearly visible through the bushes of moderate height in the yard. The light-colored curtains in the room were also swaying gently in the wind.

"What a brilliant move."

He went to the window to observe. There were two very deep footprints etched on the dry ground, with almost no glass shards, indicating that someone had jumped from this side and crashed directly into the second-floor window.

That's terrifying strength!

In his database, only the formidable Perand mercenaries possessed such strength.

He didn't go through the window, but instead rammed the sandalwood door a few times, making the chain lock on the handle rattle crisply. Such a sturdy lock was not something he could break with brute force.

Immediately, he drew his iron sword and unleashed a slash of light.

"Indeed, the locks made by locksmiths are quite different from the weapons made by blacksmiths, both in terms of materials and craftsmanship."

The carved chain on the door broke into two pieces. Roy gently pushed the wooden door, and a rich and elegant fragrance of solid wood, mixed with the crisp scent of raw leather, wafted over, swirling and intertwining around his nose.

The huge mansion was chilly and so lonely that you could hear insects chirping.

"The places Larry didn't search..."

Roy highlighted the locations of carpets and bookshelves, places commonly used to house underground doors and mechanisms, before beginning his indiscriminate search.

If Larry's search was somewhat reserved, like when the owner was home, then Roy treated the place almost like a junkyard, rummaging through a mountain of trash. Though wild, it was undoubtedly more efficient.

As a result, thermal induction played a crucial role.

Suddenly, a heat source was detected under a carpet. Roy lifted the carpet and found nothing underneath. Upon closer inspection, he realized that the heat source was not far underground.

"I don't think there's a sewer here."

He realized there was a hidden basement.

With my ears pressed against the ground, I could clearly hear the squeaking of mice, and occasionally the sound of them falling onto wooden objects, the sounds gradually fading into the distance.

Without a doubt, the mouse was going down the stairs.

Logically speaking, the mechanisms in the basement shouldn't be too far from here.

He searched carefully around and finally moved the painting on the wall, discovering that it could actually rotate.

Roy's expression hardened, and he rotated it ninety degrees.

A dull thud sounded as the wooden planks slid across the surface.