Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

As the night tide receded, the shallows of the morning were revealed, and the bonfires that had burned all night slowly died down in the lingering heat.

The water flows freely and unrestrainedly through the riverbed, its murmuring echoing the crisp autumn birdsong.

The peaceful and harmonious scene was shattered by an angry rebuke.

"Why would Old John give you a money bag!?" Karazhan felt a pang of sorrow as he looked at the overflowing money bag in Roy's hand.

"Just wages." Roy narrowed his eyes and silently fastened the money pouch containing fifty taels of silver to his waist. The pouch was bulging, and its heavy weight stretched along his waistline.

Karazhan didn't believe it; fifty silver coins was clearly too high a wage. But the thought that Roy could eat a family's monthly expenses in one meal sent a chill down his spine.

Fifty taels of silver... it doesn't seem like it will last long.

"You only took the money pouch?" Karazhan suddenly became alert. "After I took the sword yesterday, you chatted with Old John for a long time."

"Yes, I only took the money bag." Roy lied expressionlessly, waving at Olivier, who had just gotten up.

This guy drank a whole barrel of wine last night and urinated several times during the night, but he woke up the next day completely fine. No wonder he has the physical fitness of a servant.

"Let's go early. You can adjust to the manor later." Olivier looked at Roy with a hint of affection, because he had heard yesterday that the boy had lost his parents a few months ago. He was also an orphan, and he felt a sense of kinship with him.

He glanced back at the quiet town, the morning mist still lingering, like the town's gentle breath.

He took a deep breath and tasted the sweet flavor, which left a lingering aftertaste.

"...What a wonderful place," Olivier remarked, stroking the chestnut horse's neck.

Karazhan noticed a blind spot: "Wait, you only have one horse. How are we going to get to the lord's manor?"

"And we don't ride horses," Roy added.

"That's wonderful! I was worried I'd have to give this horse to you all," Olivier said with a sudden sense of relief.

Karazhan: "?"

Roy: "?"

"That's easy. The nearest stable is in Longya Town. We can go there and rent a carriage."

The two fell silent. The fact that they had to rent a carriage from outside meant that the lord's manor was in financial trouble.

"Don't look at me like that. Do you expect me to come pick you up in a carriage? That would be so beneath my dignity." Olivier straightened his chest, his hand on the sword at his waist, finally resembling a knight.

Then immediately, he bent over and vomited with a "Ugh!"

Karazhan: "..."

Roy: "..."

"Um... I'll go see Mary one last time."

"I'll go pack my luggage."

Seeing Olivier's disheveled and retching appearance, the two exchanged a knowing glance, quietly retreated to the side, and slipped into the dense bushes.

Their luggage had already been packed and piled deep in the grass, containing only some simple clothing. Roy didn't bring the fluid bottle or the Bloodline Resonance Fern, knowing they would definitely be searched.

And those important people, they had already said their farewells solemnly.

"I mean... do you know where Dragonfang Keep is?" Karazhan asked.

"Forty kilometers away," Roy replied. Last night, while Olivier was drunk, he secretly looked at a map of Blackwater Territory and memorized it. Although the scale wasn't marked, he could roughly estimate it based on the distance between Hillna Mountain and Blue Creek Town.

"Wouldn't that be another physical fitness test?!" Karazhan exclaimed in surprise. His thighs were still a little sore, and he would be in trouble if he had to run again, let alone run with his luggage on his back.

"Let's take the horse from him." Roy rubbed his leg, somewhat indignant. After all, long-distance running doesn't add any attributes, so what's the point?

Karazhan's pupils constricted sharply: "You want to steal a horse from a knight's squire?!"

He shook his head: "No, absolutely not. Olivier looks kind, but I used all my strength when I punched him yesterday, and he only flinched. Even if the two of us attacked together, we'd probably just get beaten up."

"Of course we can't beat him," Roy nodded calmly. "But with great power comes great responsibility. Since Olivier is stronger than us, it's only right that we ride the horse."

What kind of twisted logic is this?

"Well...didn't you say you couldn't ride a horse?" Karazhan scratched his head and asked a new question.

That's a good question. Roy wasn't some rich kid in his past life, and he just happened to get involved in things like horseback riding. In this life, he hasn't even touched a horse's hair yet.

He certainly couldn't ride a horse.

But who knows, it might happen soon.

"Olivier!" Roy stood up and called the servant by name. The servant had just finished vomiting, and there was still some foul-smelling liquid left at the corner of his mouth.

"I want to learn to ride a horse!"

Olivier waved his hand dismissively.

"Go away, go away, there's no time for you to learn right now!"

When Roy heard him use "I'm too busy" as an excuse instead of a direct refusal, he knew he had a chance.

"Let's make a bet," he said slowly, like a businessman sitting at a negotiating table. "You give me an hour to study, and if I don't learn it, then..."

"So what?" The other person picked at their teeth, not really caring.

"Let old John forge you a sword." With that, Roy tossed the iron sword in his hand, which Olivier caught steadily. He then drew the blade from its sheath and examined it.

Ok?

He examined it carefully from top to bottom, and even put his finger to the sharpened side to feel it firsthand.

Finally, a conclusion was reached.

"This sword... seems to be better than mine."

Olivier was aware of Old John's deep concern for Roy, which bordered on treating him like his own son.

So, if he says he can get Old John to fight with a sword, then he can.

So, an hour isn't much time. It won't delay your journey, and you can get a good sword for free—why not?

Olivier quickly convinced himself and finally let out a cold laugh.

"The young man is too arrogant. Relying on his talent, he actually wants to learn horseback riding in an hour. It's laughable."

Karazhan thought to himself that Olivier, having lived in the lord's manor, spoke with a refined and scholarly air.

"However..." The knight's squire tossed the sword back to Roy, "I'll give you this chance to teach you a lesson so you won't embarrass Lanxi Town in the future."

"Hmph, if you can learn this in an hour, I'll give you George!"

It turns out this horse is named George.

"George is your old buddy, isn't he? How could I possibly steal someone else's love? Here's the deal," Roy revealed his true intentions, "hand George over to me before we reach Dragontooth Town, how about that?"

Olivier remained silent, mounted his horse without a word, and said, "Let me demonstrate for you first."

He straightened his back, lightly gripped the reins with his left hand, and let his right hand hang naturally at his side. His gaze was fixed straight ahead, and his voice carried the air of a professional groom: "The key to riding a horse is not that you control the horse, but that you follow the horse's rhythm."

Olivier then imparted all his core equestrian knowledge to me.

From calming the horse's habits to controlling the reins, adjusting the center of gravity in different road conditions, to emergency braking techniques, although many advanced details couldn't be discussed in detail due to time constraints, every word is practical and useful.

Roy listened attentively, nodding in response from time to time. He could clearly sense that the other person was holding nothing back, explaining every point clearly and thoroughly, which greatly benefited him.

During this time, he occasionally uttered a few words of experience about feeding horses, which made Roy even more convinced that the story he told last night was based on himself.

"Have you learned it yet?" Olivier dismounted and handed the reins to Roy, his eyes filled with a hint of amusement, clearly not expecting this boy who had never even touched a horse before to figure it out in an hour.