Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

Tell me about Lanxi Town.

"Um?"

Roy was slightly taken aback. It was quite unusual that Soraya, who was usually indifferent to the affairs of mortals, would take the initiative to ask about a small town.

Could there be something about Lanxi Town that interests her?

He pondered for a moment, realizing that the only thing that could capture the attention of this wizard apprentice was the wizard's handbook.

After thinking for a moment, he briefly recounted the events of Drock obtaining the wizard's inheritance and killing two bloodline holders, deliberately omitting the process of exposing Drock and focusing on the contents of the manual, while secretly observing Soraya's expression.

Surprisingly, the latter seemed uninterested in this, and remained calm even when she heard that there was a Bloodline Resonance Fern that she had invented in the basement.

—I've seen that wizard's handbook; it's a mass-produced product. Many towns around you have it, but only your town's Drok has truly mastered it. As for the Bloodline Resonance Fern, although it was my invention, it's already listed on CNKI (China National Knowledge Infrastructure), so it's not a particularly valuable achievement.

Her tone was calm, but her words made Roy's heart skip a beat.

That wizard's handbook, which looked so old, was actually not a unique copy.

After some deduction, his judgment was consistent with Leylin's: someone was behind the scenes instigating the self-destruction and killing among the bloodline members.

But Soraya's next sentence directly overturned his conjecture:

The wizard apprentice distributed this manual in order to hinder my experiments.

experiment?

Roy suddenly remembered that Soraya had previously referred to the Blackwater Territory as a laboratory.

What kind of experiment is she conducting that she's using her entire territory as a laboratory?

However, Soraya did not delve deeper into this topic, but instead became very interested in another matter.

—Isn't the population of your Lanxi Town only half that of other towns, or even a fraction of that of larger towns?

"That's right... Is there a problem with that?"

Roy answered, puzzled.

—So, your town's population is barely a thousand people. Including you, there are even four bloodline holders, and there may still be people who haven't been discovered yet.

—A probability of over one in two hundred... that's much higher than the data from previous experiments...

"This..." Roy finally understood. What Soraya was truly interested in was the unusually high probability of bloodline individuals appearing in Lanxi Town. Although he didn't know what the previous experiments were, he felt that this result might be of great significance to bloodline wizards.

—I have to go to Lanxi Town myself.

Soraya made a decision.

It seems she was genuinely curious about this phenomenon.

Perfect timing! He could ask Soraya to help him bring back some things.

"Miss Soraya. There's a cemetery on the east side of town, and in it, there's a wooden plaque with Tom's name engraved on it. Underneath that plaque are the Bloodline Resonance Fern and the vial I hid there. Could you please bring them back for me?"

Once Soraya brings back the storage bottle, even without the Bloodline Resonance Fern, the wizard apprentice's blood separation technique alone will be enough to separate the different types of blood, allowing Roy to draw the magic circle.

"Sure." It was nothing more than a casual matter for her, and Soraya nodded in agreement.

—I might be gone for a few days, so please take care of feeding them in Algiers.

Through these few days of contact, Roy had learned that "Argia" was indeed the name of the white mouse. It was extremely intelligent; previously, when they were down the mountain, it had accurately found and delivered a letter to them under Soraya's instructions.

Clearly, it has also undergone adjustments and modifications at the bloodline level.

"I will definitely take good care of Algiers."

Roy replied confidently.

Soraya then provided detailed information about the feeding times and types of food for the white mice.

Fortunately, the feeding habits of Algiers are not much different from those of ordinary rodents, and they do not need to be provided with any special food.

During the days that Soraya was away, Roy and Karazhan stayed in his cabin, studying books and rarely attending training activities, clearly demonstrating their special status.

The other teenagers also tacitly accepted their superiority and wanted to befriend them, but Roy's defense was impenetrable, so they could only target Karazhan, forcing him to frequently visit Soraya's hut, which inadvertently accelerated his learning progress.

While they practiced breathing techniques, the instructors also taught them the essential skills for future knights.

Sword skills.

Some of the boys had already learned some sword skills, but they were all informal sword skills that were circulating outside. These skills might be incomplete or even completely deviated from the correct path. Moreover, even if they were genuine, none of the sword skills taught to them were complete.

Therefore, even Roy joined the group learning swordsmanship.

However, he only dabbled in it. Once his movements were 30% accurate, he would hide away and practice secretly to avoid being discovered.

These sword techniques, seemingly created to harm enemies who also wield swordsmanship, were actually originally created for combat between humans.

That day, when the instructors began training, they suddenly noticed something was wrong.

"Where's Marley? Where's Foster? And where's Ziegler?"

The students he named were all diligent participants in training and had a good grasp of swordsmanship. Their sudden absence without even a word was a blatant provocation against his authority!

"Marley and the others have probably gone elsewhere to learn swordsmanship..."

A boy raised his hand tremblingly.

His words were incoherent, which startled the instructor.

Learning swordsmanship? Isn't this the training ground? Why go anywhere else?!

"How dare you make fun of me!" He immediately thought that the boy dared to joke with him at a time like this, and he was furious. He drew his wooden sword to punish him.

"I...I didn't tease the teacher!"

The boy was so startled that sweat beaded on his forehead, and he quickly explained.

"It was Foster who told me that Roy could instruct them in swordsmanship, and... and..."

"What did you say?" Upon hearing that Roy was involved, the instructor felt a surge of displeasure, but he couldn't show it outwardly. All indications suggested that this young man's importance in the lord's heart was probably even greater than that of Young Master Leylin. This was something that truly made him wary.

"Even if it's Roy, can they just skip training whenever they want? Isn't that treating training like a joke?!" The instructor maintained a stern and forceful demeanor.

"They...they said..." The boy's voice suddenly dropped to a whisper.

"They say that you, Coach Roy, teach very well. You can provide specific solutions for each of their mistakes, and you are thorough in addressing every aspect..."

"But I absolutely do not believe that!" Seeing the instructor's ashen face, he quickly raised his voice and added, "Instructor, you have been learning swordsmanship for over twenty years. How could a mere teenager possibly compare to your level of experience?"

"Do you even need to tell me that!"

The teacher's mind was completely occupied by the word "absurd".

Does a prestigious position allow one to override everything? He even wants to replace him, a position he has held for many years?

This is absolutely absurd!

He paused, instinctively wanting to confront Roy directly, but then hesitated.

"No, what's the use of finding a child like that? He's arrogant and proud; he definitely won't listen to me." The instructor then thought, "I should go to the steward, or young master Leylin, and have them report this to the lord. With the lord's wisdom, he'll surely realize this is nonsense!"

"This will affect the future elite forces of the Blackwater Territory!"

With that thought in mind, he strode towards the butler's room.