Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

Is it biological poison gas?

Soraya suddenly looked up, her mental energy enveloping her mind like an invisible barrier, instantly dispelling the dizziness within.

The gas had a very faint smell, and coupled with the surrounding stench reminiscent of rotting corpses, she didn't notice it for a moment.

However, its toxicity is indeed extremely weak, insufficient to directly poison it.

Perhaps the poison gas was only intended to kill ordinary people who secretly sneaked into the house?

Regardless, this strongly suggests that the dark wizard Ainz once lingered here, and perhaps even had ample time to set other dangerous traps. After all, a small place like Lanxi Town wouldn't have a pharmacist capable of concocting such poisonous gas.

She had to be extremely careful.

Fifteen minutes later, Soraya came out of the house, took out a clean linen handkerchief, and wiped the bloodstains off her hands.

She encountered many traps inside, but their intensity was only enough for ordinary people, and they posed little threat to a wizard apprentice like her.

Therefore, she easily found the source of the smell of rotting corpses.

It was a giant bear that had been almost completely drained.

Its fur drooped like a faded rag, and its once thick muscles had become empty shells clinging to its bones due to the loss of blood. Its head was tilted to one side, its eye sockets were empty black holes, and a strange smile was spread across its mouth, which seemed to be the wicked pleasure of a dark wizard.

Soraya has spent nearly twenty years in the Blackwater Territory, and has become familiar with almost all the common creatures of this land. This bear is so fearsome that even knights turn pale at the mere mention of it.

The Mountain Bear, when fully grown, can reach a height of over three meters. Its strength is comparable to that of a high-ranking knight, and its running speed is equally impressive. Combined with its massive size, it is capable of confronting any top-tier knight head-on.

Soraya deduced that the bear carcass was nearly three meters tall when it was alive, not far from being fully mature, and possessed knight-level strength.

Of course, the most astonishing thing is the bloodline ability of the mountain bear, one of which is "King of the Forest".

The roar of the mountain bear can command the surrounding smaller wild animals, creating an overwhelming tide of beasts.

If it were a mortal like Roy, he could only fuse bloodlines with a concentration of less than 3% through a simple magic array. But a wizard apprentice could directly fuse with the pure blood of a mountain bear and perfectly inherit this ability.

—It's troublesome that Ainz found this kind of creature.

Soraya was already cursing in her heart the negligent white wizard she had invited earlier, who had failed to kill Ainz and allowed him to recover his strength in Blackwater Territory, and now he was even more arrogant.

The beast tide was nothing to her, but it was enough to overwhelm a well-armed lord's manor, let alone an undefended town. The mountain bears had no intention of conquering territory, but Ainz was a prodigy among humans and would certainly use this ability to its fullest extent.

He was a dark wizard, showing no mercy to mortals. Once he decided to act, he would annihilate them all. Controlling a horde of beasts to crush villages and towns along the way and slaughter all living things was not impossible for him.

Fortunately, I found two talented future wizard apprentices, and the experiment in Blackwater Territory is almost over. As long as I can find out why there are more bloodline individuals in Lanxi Town, I might even be able to finish the project ahead of schedule.

Soraya walked silently toward the center of Lanxi Town. Her attire made her look like a traveler from out of town, and someone who had lived a hard life, with deep wrinkles on her skin.

It has absolutely nothing to do with beauty.

The best way for her to find out what major events happened in Lanxi Town in the past is to find the oldest person in the town, as they generally know the town's history.

Just as I turned the corner, a clear voice suddenly rang out beside me.

"Are you... a traveler?"

Soraya paused slightly, glancing sideways. The dust of light and shadow reflected the girl's hazy face, creating a scene full of poetic beauty.

That face, as if meticulously drawn by a master with delicate brushstrokes, retains both the vibrancy of youth and the rustic simplicity of rural life.

She was holding a clothes basket in her hands, and her eyes, like clear mountain springs, timidly looked at the visitor.

It's confirmed, he's a new face. But judging from his appearance, he probably isn't a bad person.

"My name is Mary," the girl quickly lowered her head, her fingers twirling the hem of her clothes. "How can I help you?"

Soraya was about to open her mouth when she suddenly remembered that she couldn't speak, and that transmitting information via electrical signals was clearly inappropriate at this moment.

She thought for a moment, pointed to her mouth, and shook her head.

"You..." Mary blinked her beautiful eyebrows and immediately realized that the person in front of her was a disabled person, and the heavy burden in her heart was relieved.

"Can you...write?" Mary asked without much hope, but to her surprise, the person in front of her nodded.

"That's wonderful. I can take you to one of the literate elderly people in the village; they'll help you."

It must be said that Mary's suggestion perfectly matched Soraya's needs; she was looking for an elderly person, preferably literate.

This girl appeared at just the right time.

Mary took her to see not the mayor, but the priest.

Although the mayor is literate, the person in front of him is disabled. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to have a priest, who is more skilled at comforting people, receive him.

Leading Soraya through two narrow alleys paved with gravel, at the end of which stood a dilapidated church that hadn't been rebuilt in a long time. The church was filled with the unique smell of wood, wax, and dust.

"Father Carl, I've brought guests," Mary's lively voice broke the silence.

Beside the altar, an old man in a black robe was wiping the candlesticks. Hearing this, he turned around, gave a warm smile and nodded slightly to the completely unfamiliar figure, without any surprise.

"Welcome, guest."

Outside of weekends, the church is very quiet, and it's rare to have a visitor from out of town.

Karl was about to go to meet her when Soraya's gaze passed over him and was fixed on the tall stone statue in the center of the altar.

Unlike Roy, she wasn't drawn to the church by its largest landmark, but rather by the magical aura emanating from it, a fusion of faith and magic.

She could tell at a glance that this was the work of a true priest, a creation comparable to a sorcerer's artifact.

Speaking of clergy, they can actually be considered wizards, except that they practice the "holy magic" school. It is said that the power of this magic is directly proportional to the devotion of people to it; the stronger the faith, the more powerful the magic.

Could it be that this statue, imbued with sacred power, is causing the increase in the number of bloodline members in Lanxi Town?

"Are you interested in the statue of the Lord?" Father Carl asked softly from the side.

Soraya snapped out of her daze, pointed to the statue, then to her own eyes, her gaze questioning.

Father Carl nodded knowingly and once again used the same rhetoric that was already ingrained in his very being.

"The Lord's light is everywhere, protecting us lost sheep. This icon was carved by a devout ascetic a hundred years ago and dedicated to..."