Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

Camus said that we are both afraid and excited by the unknown. However, it turns out that once the unknown goes too far, the excitement disappears.

Roy was filled with nothing but fear.

Especially since he grew up in Lanxi Town, he was so isolated from the world that he was completely unaware of even the momentous fact that "his territory was surrounded by high walls."

He desperately wanted to find someone who knew what was happening outside the wall to dispel his fear.

But Olivier shook his head.

Aside from the traveling merchants, only the lord and his third son, Leylin Lotter, had ever been outside the walls, but their status was beyond their reach.

Just as Olivier finished tidying up and was about to leave, a gong suddenly rang out in the dormitory, making everyone's eardrums tingle.

"Everyone! Assemble at the training ground! Now!"

The piercing sound instantly transported Roy back to his university military training, to the agonizing experience of being dragged out of bed by the death-defying assembly whistle in the early morning.

"Gathering so early?" Olivier was taken aback, thinking that everyone would be there tomorrow.

Karazhan lay sprawled on a straw-covered burlap sack, but the sound of the gong jolted him awake, and he sprang to his feet like a spring.

"Anyone who isn't at the training ground within one minute won't get dinner!"

That voice came again, as if haunting him.

The pressure surged up instantly, and Karazhan let out a strange cry and leaped out of the open window. Fortunately, it was only on the second floor, and he landed lightly. Just as he was about to run, he suddenly looked around blankly, still half asleep.

The setting sun casts its rays, illuminating the shadows of the buildings.

The manor was a brownish-yellow color, like the leaves of a dead autumn tree, lifeless.

Light and shadow danced across Karazhan's face.

"Where's the training ground...?"

Seeing this, Olivier didn't hesitate, he also flipped off and ran away as fast as he could.

"Keep up!"

Roy followed closely behind and, seeing that the windowsill was somewhat dented, couldn't help but worry about their future life.

A few minutes later, the boys had assembled in the empty training field.

The training ground was large, with all kinds of training facilities such as archery targets and dummies. There were messy, heavy footprints on the ground, which showed the strength of the people practicing.

The boys were all on edge, their eyes fixed on the high platform in front of the training field.

Standing atop the towering gentleman was a portly man, wearing a top hat and dressed in the most luxurious attire. His fur-trimmed robe, trimmed with gold, gleamed, revealing his extraordinary and distinguished status at a glance.

"Zhijin... This must be Lord Histor?" Roy was somewhat surprised. His son, Leylin, was a handsome man who became a knight in his early twenties. He never expected Histor to be so bloated and degenerate.

Judging by his appearance, he is quite tall, but his "muscular" physique makes him look like a round ball.

At the same time, Roy also saw a familiar figure beside him, it was Leylin whom he had just met a few days ago.

His elegant and upright posture and composed demeanor even surpassed that of his father.

However, as Roy's True Sight was cast upon Histor, his impression of the latter changed.

Like Leylin, only the race and mental magic attributes are visible; all other attributes and skills are just question marks.

Clearly, this old man is not to be underestimated.

He removed his top hat and, surprisingly, performed a standard aristocratic bow to the boys as a sign of respect. His silver hair shimmered faintly in the setting sun.

"You are all outstanding young men selected from various towns, and I believe my servants have excellent judgment." Histor looked at the group with a kind expression, his eyes revealing satisfaction. "In previous years, we would have conducted a second test, and those who failed would have been sent back. But this year—"

His voice was unusually calm and steady.

"We will not conduct a second test."

As soon as he finished speaking, only birdsong remained around them. The boys looked at each other in astonishment.

So, does that mean no one will be deported?

This is a good thing!

An overwhelming sense of joy, like a stimulant being poured into water, spread through the crowd.

But neither of them spoke; their joy was conveyed only in their eyes.

"Similarly, we also need to conduct another test," Histor said suddenly, clutching his stomach.

"This test is only to assess your health and will not affect future resource allocation." He raised his hand to quiet the somewhat restless crowd. "Now, we need to collect a blood sample from each of you to assess your health."

Roy was stunned, his gaze fixed on Olivier, who also looked completely bewildered.

Clearly, this is the first time that blood has been drawn for testing.

He suddenly remembered that he had sent the wizard apprentice's manual a few days ago; the lord must have received and read it. Could it be because of this...?

He wants to harm the bloodlines of everyone present!?

The Eye of True Sight quietly activated, glancing over the dozens of teenagers in the arena, its eyes instantly scanning through hundreds of data streams.

It was discovered that the proportion of bloodline individuals among this group of teenagers was as high as 80%!

That makes sense. Those with bloodlines have a significant advantage in physique. If Roy didn't have the Eye of True Sight, he would never have been able to compete with the "Sword of the Kingdom" through training alone.

He put himself in the lord's shoes, weighing the gains and losses, and was shocked to find that even if he killed everyone present and drew the witch formation, it seemed that there would be no loss.

After all, they were all commoners, so who would bother the lord for their sake?

Roy unconsciously took a half step back.

The servants and stewards nearby had already begun organizing the boys to go to the room to have their blood drawn.

A short while later, the first boy came out. His face was slightly pale, but his expression was calm and composed.

The bandages were tightly wrapped around his forearm, and the bandages were applied very skillfully.

"It was the lord's personal physician who did the bloodletting," the boy said blankly, his face full of disbelief. "He first applied a slippery ointment to my arm, and when the knife cut into it, I was expecting pain, but I didn't feel a thing! It's completely different from what I've heard about bloodletting before!"

"The hemostatic agent isn't wood ash, but a different kind of plaster. The doctor said it's his secret medicine. It's amazing!" The boy's eyes sparkled, as if he were venturing into a bustling area from the countryside for the first time, full of amazement.

"How much blood was drawn?" someone asked.

The boy held up a small bowl, and Roy was slightly relieved.

That little bit of blood certainly wouldn't be enough to draw a witch's array.

But on second thought, this so-called blood test is quite strange.

The connection between blood and physical condition was only established in my previous life after the invention of the microscope, when doctors observed blood samples and discovered the presence of red and white blood cells.

In this world, people at most associate bloodletting with healing, but how could they know to use blood to assess a person's physical condition?

Do you have a microscope? Just say so.

It's unreasonable, absolutely unreasonable.

It was as if some higher-dimensional being had suddenly elevated these people's understanding.

"Egg." The word "wizard" suddenly popped into Roy's mind again.

Although I've only ever encountered wizards in my memories, I sometimes feel as if they are omnipresent.

That's infuriating.

"Your turn," the servant by the door called out.

Roy's eyes shimmered with blue as he walked inside.