Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

Old John patted Roy's shoulder with his rough hand and handed him a brand-new brass key.

"Kid, go to the church and give this key to Father Carl. He lost the key to the side door yesterday and is in a real hurry for me to make a new one."

"Sigh, Carl's getting old. He can even forget where he put such an important key," old John sighed repeatedly.

There were no locksmiths in Lanxi Town, so the blacksmiths took on the task of making simple locks and keys. But Old John didn't know much about these, and Roy memorized the simple shape of this key almost at a glance.

It could also be due to his unusual mental attributes.

He took the keys, opened his mouth, but didn't say the words he wanted to ask for leave.

After all, he had received a lot of kindness from Old John over the past three days. In addition to waiving his tuition for forging, Old John also let him stay for lunch every day, and there was meat with every meal.

Although there wasn't much meat, it was a rare treat in those not-so-wealthy times. Roy guessed that his family didn't necessarily eat meat every day; they only cooked it to entertain Roy.

Since Old John needed his help, and it was such a small thing, he couldn't refuse.

Besides, there are very few buildings in town that he hasn't visited, but the church is one of them, so he might as well go and try his luck this time.

……

Inside St. Sol's Church, the unique smell of old wood, wax, and dust lingers for a long time.

Several rays of light pierced through the stained-glass window high above, spreading into a colorful halo amidst the dust.

Roy walked for about twenty minutes, and as soon as he entered the door, he was made uncomfortable by the smell. He pinched his nose and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

A figure, hunched over, was wiping a row of dim silver candlesticks at the altar in the center of the church.

He walked along and didn't seem to see any nuns; the entire church was being managed by the priest alone. He guessed that this was a church in a remote area, where only some kind-hearted people and volunteers would occasionally come to help.

Hearing footsteps, Carl looked up, his cloudy eyes scanning Roy's face for a moment before revealing a faint smile.

"Oh...it's Roy." His voice was hoarse. "How have you been these days?"

"Thanks to you, it's very good." Roy felt a certain familiarity with the face; aside from seeing it at the mistress's funeral, it seemed...

Yes, Father Carl presided over the burial of his parents, since he was the only priest in the Lanxi Town Diocese.

"Father, I'm here to deliver the keys. Master John just finished making them."

The priest took the key, carefully stroked its edge, and sighed with relief.

"Sigh, getting old, I always tend to misplace things. It's kind of you to make this trip, kid." He looked at Roy, his eyes filled with his usual pity. "Seeing you still so energetic puts my mind at ease."

By the way, after his parents' funeral, the priest comforted Roy with a few words, implying that he should look forward and even used his meager assets to help Roy through the difficult time.

His memory gradually returned.

"Thank you, Father. If it weren't for you, I would have starved to death, instead of having work and food to eat like this."

"Good, good," Carl said with a smile. "You're now... at John's blacksmith shop? Hmm... not bad. Blacksmithing is a good trade."

"Yes," Roy replied casually, but his gaze was involuntarily drawn to the tall and exquisite stone sculpture behind the altar.

Looking from the main entrance of the church, the entire interior was laid out before him, and only this statue caught his attention.

The priest carefully hung the new key back on his belt, and following Roy's gaze, a gentle smile appeared on his face.

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

Roy didn't hear a word of the priest's subsequent sermon about the history of the icon and the greatness of God. His gaze was fixed on the statue's head, like a hunter eyeing its prey.

[Fine-grade training statue]

[Material: Obsidian, Pyroxene, Boulders...]

Height: 3.2 meters

[Durability: 1999/2000]

[Condition: In good condition]

……

[Special Effect: Training is available when Strength is greater than 1. Attacking any part of the statue 1000 times with a certain force is expected to grant 0.1 Strength. Maximum Strength is 3.0. There is a chance to obtain the skill "Free Fighting"]

A stone statue with a maximum strength of 3 points!

Roy swallowed hard.

What sacred symbol? This is clearly a top-tier training stone! Although it lacks one attribute bonus compared to a forging table, it only takes a thousand uses to gain attributes, and the potential is astonishingly high. Plus, it grants a skill...

Free fighting, just hearing about it would increase his combat experience, which was exactly what he needed at the moment.

He chuckled to himself.

Thank you, John the Elder; thank you, Father Carl; thank you, Lord.

This trip was definitely the right one.

"...Child?" The priest's voice startled Roy from his reverie. He saw Roy staring intently at the icon, a look of satisfaction on his face, and assumed that the Lord's majesty had moved the boy.

"Ah, Father." Roy immediately lowered his head, quickly suppressing the fanaticism in his eyes, his voice trembling slightly, "This statue is truly breathtaking."

"The Lord's majesty is indeed awe-inspiring." The priest nodded with satisfaction. "As long as you strive to live, the Lord will watch over you."

"Thank you, Father. I'll head back now." Roy respectfully took his leave and turned to walk out of the church.

The moment he turned away from the priest, all the reverence on his face vanished instantly, replaced by an almost cold expression.

Having a priest in the church is troublesome; he can't just swagger into the church and start talking to the statue of Jesus.

Fortunately, this incident gave him a chance to sneak into the church.

Because he remembered the shape of that key perfectly! To avoid forgetting, Roy planned to draw it with charcoal when he got home that night.

Without pausing, he strode back to the blacksmith's shop.

Inside the shop, the fire was blazing, and old John was still yelling at Gerald.

"Movement! Point of force! How many times have I told you! You think you can produce good results with just brute force?!"

"Wrong! Wrong again! You just can't make sense!"

He was previously satisfied with his son's training, but since Roy arrived, his demands have only increased.

This is perhaps the result of comparing one's own child with "other people's children".

Gerrard, neck stiff and face contrite, swung the hammer, sparks flying.

Roy glanced at it; his standard was already as high as 75%, yet he still hadn't won Old John's approval.

Incidentally, Roy's accuracy in his movements was around 85%, while Old John, the blacksmith who had been immersed in forging for many years and had already honed his skills, achieved 95%.

This data is just one step away from perfection. Although the two are only 10% apart, Roy doesn't believe he can reach this number without years of training experience.

The difference in experience cannot be compared to a temporary improvement in his movements.

"Roy, the keys have arrived?" Old John asked in surprise. "Didn't you talk to the priest much?"

Clearly, he also knew about Roy's parents.

"It's okay, I've let it go." Roy pretended to be sad.

"Poor child," old John thought he was just putting on a brave face.

"Master, actually, there's something I'd like to ask you."

"you say."

"I was stunned when I saw that key. It was such an exquisite object, practically a work of art; it was the smallest and most delicate thing I had ever seen in my life!"

"So?" Old John frowned.

"So, I want to learn too. I want to become a locksmith!"

Roy made a surprising statement!

Old John could never have imagined that the guy in front of him was thinking about how to make keys and then sneaking off to the church at night.