Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

"Oli, make the assessment simpler. You need to think about your juniors," an older man advised.

Olivier shook his head with a wry smile: "That won't do. If their foundation isn't up to par, even if they're sent to the lord's manor, they'll be sent back sooner or later."

He paused, then added, "Besides, if I go easy on them, I'll definitely get yelled at later."

The old man continued his request: "Then bring a few more people with you."

"That probably won't work either..." Olivier said hesitantly.

"Hmph." The old man exhaled hot breath from his nostrils. "This won't do, that won't do, what's the point of this job?"

Olivier remained silent.

The old man's words struck a nerve. Even if he became a knight's squire, what difference did it make? He still had to obediently follow the rules set by the lord.

Ultimately, I haven't climbed high enough; I need to keep striving.

He strode up to the group of youths, his leather armor gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

After scanning the crowd, he looked satisfied.

Compared to his cohort, the number of recruits this year has undoubtedly increased significantly. What does this indicate? It indicates that the standard of living in Lanxi Town is improving, and more people are willing to dedicate themselves to the potentially fruitless cause of chivalry.

Although the quality of these teenagers varied, that was not a problem. The most important thing was that the enthusiasm in their eyes seemed to be able to melt the hardest ice.

This is something that Olivier's generation could never achieve.

As the lord's messenger, if he can select a particularly talented young man from among them, he himself will also receive the lord's reward, such as resources for practicing breathing techniques.

Therefore, he would definitely have to carefully select them.

"Is everything ready?" Olivier mimicked the lord's speech he had heard at the manor, and for a moment he even had the air of a leader.

"Yes, sir!" the boys replied in unison, their voices booming.

"These callers are really energetic," Olivier thought, his eyes lighting up.

In particular, he saw a thin, short man in the crowd who was almost vomiting when he shouted. Although his physical condition was not up to par, his enthusiasm for the knight was fully conveyed to him.

Conversely, some people are just lip-syncing, which Olivier can easily spot thanks to his excellent eyesight.

"I'm sure you all know what the test entails."

"The maximum score is 100 points, with strength test accounting for 35 points, physical fitness test accounting for 35 points, and swordsmanship test accounting for 30 points. Those who score 80 points or above meet the recruitment standards, but only two people can actually pass."

He explained it quite clearly, and the boys nodded seriously.

After being baptized by the vampires who hadn't even appeared yet, Derok died, and three of the top ten experts of the Kingdom's Sword were gone, which gave many people a chance to rise to prominence.

"Then..." Olivier said, "those who have studied swordsmanship, please raise your right hand."

Swoosh—

All the boys raised their hands.

"Huh?" Olivier exclaimed in surprise. After a moment of contemplation, he quickly realized that someone was teaching these boys swordsmanship.

He heard there was a retired mercenary in Lanxi Town. Could it be him?

He had considerable admiration for such a person.

However, this makes it more complicated for him to investigate.

Assessing the swordsmanship levels of nearly eighty people and having him score them all by himself is a considerable task. Moreover, due to his responsibilities, this task cannot be delegated to others.

"Alright, let's put swordsmanship aside for now," he decided immediately. "Let's test our strength first."

The strength test was simple; the boys only needed to throw punches at Olivier, and with his years of experience in discerning force, he could assess the approximate strength level the moment he caught the punch.

In fact, he knew that the lord had something called the Power Tablet, which could not only accurately measure strength attributes, but also enhance the effect of strength training when carried on one's person!

Leylin, who was already a knight, didn't care about the stone tablet, but for Olivier, it was still a rare treasure!

Unfortunately, given his contributions under the lord, obtaining the stone tablet was extremely difficult.

Unless he can actually bring two geniuses back with him on this call-up.

Olivier shook his head, banishing the distracting thoughts from his mind. Lanxi Town was just a remote little town; what were the odds of a genius emerging from there? Besides, some townspeople had just said worriedly that they had lost several elite recruits a few days ago because of the vampires.

Olivier couldn't understand how vampires could possibly appear in this place. He figured the townspeople were just making things up and he should lower his expectations.

"Don't use technique when you punch, just use the power of your punch." Olivier, having prepared the sandbag, reminded the first boy to step forward.

Ordinary punches test true power, but if you add technique, such as Roy's use of a spinning slash to deliver a whip kick, the power of that kick would probably be over 4 points, and if you are skilled, it would be even higher.

"Drink up—!" The boy threw a punch, but his raised arm was rather weak and powerless. When it hit Olivier's palm, it was as if it was being absorbed by a ball of cotton, without any force whatsoever.

"...1.0." Olivier, who was already a human-shaped testing machine, said the number after a quick assessment.

A strength of 1.0 is definitely not enough. The maximum score for the strength test is 2.5. Converted, a strength of 1.0 can only get 14 points, which is 21 points less, and it means that the test is unqualified.

Then, the teenagers stepped forward one by one, and their test results were mostly between 0.5 and 1.0, with only a few scoring above 1.0.

To Roy's surprise, Olga's test result was 0.9, suggesting that he might have had another opportunity besides the stone.

"1.8!" Olivier's eyes lit up, and his voice rose a little.

The boy before him had firm muscles and his skin was covered with a layer of black grime, which was not naturally occurring but something Olivier was quite familiar with.

"It's charcoal ash. This child seems to have been living in a charcoal-rich environment for a long time."

"You're a blacksmith's apprentice?" Olivier asked with interest. If the boy performed well from here on out, he could consider his job done.

"My father is John, you may have heard of him?" The boy was Gerald, who, despite his usual arrogance, had to lower his stance when facing Olivier.

Upon hearing this, a look of reminiscence appeared in Olivier's eyes.

His impression of old John was still that of a middle-aged man with a beard and sweat dripping from his bronze muscles.

He must be in his sixties now.

"Is John still in good health?"

"As you know, he does all the blacksmithing himself, and he's very healthy now. He can easily live for another ten years or so."

Gerald was about to speak when Olivier raised his hand to interrupt him, saying, "Let's catch up later. Don't waste our precious time now."

This man has been tempered and his mind is as hard as iron; he knows what is the highest priority.

Seeing this, Gerrard hesitated for a moment, but still retreated dejectedly.