The Wizard: Starting as a Corpse Collector Apprentice and Paying for a Monthly Subscription

The Twenty-Three Floors of the Wizarding Tower of Kane.

This is Mackley's private property.

Normally, this seventh-level official wizard always maintained a suffocating dignity and coldness, like an emotionless marble statue.

But at this moment, the statue came to life, and it was living with an almost excessive excitement.

He paced back and forth in the spacious, bright laboratory, his steps quick, his hands waving occasionally.

His serious face was filled with an barely suppressed excitement, as if he had just discovered an unexploited rich magic crystal mine.

"Thank goodness of our sage ancestors! I've actually discovered a second unparalleled genius!"

Markley's gaze was fixed on a mercury mirror on the table, next to which lay a lion-head token identical to the one he had given Tyrone.

This token was a secret weapon he was very proud of.

It is much more than just a form of identification.

This is a creation made by Macley using the secret alchemy techniques of the Kane family, which solidify high-level [Eagle Eye] and [Soul Listening] techniques.

As long as the holder carries it, Markley can use the token as a medium to see the scene around the holder in real time and hear all the sounds.

He had used this thing for seven or eight years, and even the shrewd senior apprentices of level seven or eight in the tower, and even some formal wizards of the same level, had never discovered the trickery in it.

Using this method, he saw through the double-dealing of countless people and dodged countless conspiracies and tricks against him, which is how he survived to this day in this cannibalistic wizard tower.

Therefore, Mackley believed everything reflected in the mirror one hundred percent.

This is definitely not acting.

This is the most authentic side of the boy named Tyron when he thought no one was watching!

An hour and a half has passed since Tyron received the token.

In that short hour and a half, Markley's heart rate even exceeded that of the moment he was promoted to a full-fledged wizard.

MacLeod is very self-aware.

Although he had the blood of the Kane family, he was well aware of his own talents. Whether it was logical thinking or memory ability, he was far behind those true prodigies.

His success today is entirely due to the legacy of his family and his cautious nature.

But recently, the situation has changed.

The Empire suffered a defeat in the Astral Wars, and many of its dimensional resource territories were severely damaged.

The entire Wizarding Alliance is experiencing resource constraints, and the resource quotas within the tower have been drastically reduced.

In order to optimize resource allocation, the top management launched a rigorous internal review.

The mediocre are demoted, the capable are promoted.

Wizards like him, with mediocre talent and who rose through the ranks solely through seniority, were the first to be sacrificed.

He didn't want to be a pawn.

So he called Zixing back to bolster his image.

But Zi Xing, who is focused on academics and has high aspirations, is simply not enough to help him deal with those complicated conflicts of interest.

He needs a second pillar.

A pillar of support who can do the dirty and hard work for him and is absolutely loyal.

The appearance of Tyronn was like a godsend, a timely help from fate!

The mercury mirror was replaying the previous scenes. Because he was too excited just now, Macley couldn't help but consume his mental energy to replay them.

He wanted to savor every detail of his precious apprentice, as well as her outstanding qualities that made him smile even in his sleep.

Markley watched as Tyron, even alone in the basement, managed to keep everything in perfect order, without uttering a single complaint about the task assigned to him.

There was no greed for those banknotes, nor any dissatisfaction with oneself.

The money and tokens were carefully kept close to his body.

"Not bad, you perform the same when you're alone as you do in front of others!" Markley couldn't help but comment.

Next, Tyron drove across the bridge and arrived at Old Mine Street.

When Markley saw the empty cabin, the anger in Tyron's eyes stirred something within him.

"Anger indicates a conscience."

In this cold world, conscience is a rare commodity.

Mackley had assumed that, faced with this situation, Tyron would immediately turn back to him for help, or use the token to intimidate him.

But he didn't.

The young man drove his car headlong into the Red Wine Gang's stronghold without hesitation.

Then came the scene that moved even Markley: the conversation between Tyrion and the old Jack's vengeful spirit.

"The child is not lying."

Mackley watched as Tyrone gently soothed the evil spirit, watching the terrifying resentment dissipate in the boy's whispers.

"There was indeed a deep bond between him and that coachman."

"It was precisely because of this sincerity that he was able to appease the vengeful spirits."

What's even more remarkable is what happened afterward.

Despite the fact that the two bodies were no longer of any value, Tyron still kept his promise, carefully carrying them onto the car, and even going so far as to pay for their funeral out of his own pocket.

"Great! That's wonderful!"

Markley's lips trembled with excitement.

"At this point in time, this quality is even more precious than magic crystal diamonds!"

He had seen too many beasts who would stop at nothing to become stronger.

For the sake of so-called truth, those people can betray their mentors without hesitation, kill their lovers, and even turn their own flesh and blood into synthetic beasts.

Such a person may become a strong person, but he is absolutely not trustworthy, much less worthy of being taken as a confidant.

Because you never know when they might stab you in the back.

But Tyronn is different.

He has principles, keeps his promises, and is grateful for kindness.

Such a person, as long as you treat him well, will become the sharpest sword and the strongest shield in your hand!

However, the surprises didn't end there.

Just when Markley thought Tyron would know when to quit and leave that troublesome place, he was surprised to find that Tyron was sitting on the cart without moving.

"This kid... he's got guts? He's not leaving, does he intend to provoke us?"

Then, the most shocking thing happened, which made him jump out of his chair.

Black Glass returned with his men and punched Tyron.

Tyronn, however, remained seated without moving, only raising his hand.

hum!

That instantaneous surge of magical power was precise, sharp, and deadly.

puff!

The arm was severed, and blood gushed out.

"this……"

Markley's eyes widened, and he was so excited his mustache almost stood on end.

"Magic! He can use magic!"

As an experienced mentor, his brain quickly searched for information and instantly recalled what Tyrone had said to old Jack's corpse—"Thank you for the notes your son left behind."

"I remember now! The stable boy's youngest son was an apprentice at the Sunfire Wizard Tower... He learned this magic from there!"

"Magic Thorn Technique, Level 1 Magic".

Markley made a quick, professional assessment, but then his eyes became even more fervent.

"No, it's not just the Magic Needle Technique."

"A normal magic piercing spell would need to be attached to a regular object like a dagger or longsword. But he... he attached it directly to his palm!"

"And it's the hypothenar eminence at the edge of the palm! Extremely compressed, extremely stable!"

Markley excitedly spun around the lab, pumping his fist in the air:

"A variant app! This is the perfect variant app!"

"No wonder! No wonder he was so excited when he heard me talk about rune resonance this morning!"

"This kid... he actually put what he learned to use right away, directly applying the 'frequency resonance' and 'three-dimensional weaving' theories from his rune class to the improvement of his magic thorn spell!"

"Learn by analogy! Integrate and apply knowledge!"

"What is this? This is talent! This is combat instinct!"

Mackley looked at the boy in the mirror, who was shaking off the bloodstains on his hands and had a cold expression, and his admiration almost overflowed.

"Good boy! What an excellent boy!"

The following scenes further elevated Mackie's opinion of Tyron to its peak.

Facing Ars, a level six apprentice, Tyren showed no fear whatsoever.

He was calm and composed, neither arrogant nor humble.

First, they use force to intimidate, then they use rune technology to entice, and finally they exert pressure from the moral high ground.

This series of moves not only resolved the crisis but also facilitated a business deal, leaving Ars completely bewildered.

"Wonderful."

Markley couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"No wonder he grew up in poverty, struggling at the bottom of society. His understanding of people and his experience in dealing with the common people are simply innate!"

There are many geniuses in the wizarding profession, but most of them are freaks.

The most typical example is his prized disciple, Zi Xing.

Zi Xing is indeed highly talented, but she is too arrogant.

When she looks at people, she habitually raises her chin and points her nose at them, as if saying an extra word is a favor.

Even so, Zi Xing is considered normal among those geniuses.

At least she's willing to dress up, socialize, and talk to normal people properly.

Many geniuses are too lazy to communicate with normal people and will resort to violence at the slightest disagreement!

Such disciples are suitable as figureheads, suitable for conducting research in laboratories, and suitable for taking exams to enhance one's reputation, but they are absolutely not suitable for being sent out to handle complex interpersonal relationships.

If Zi Xing were to handle today's matter, she would probably just use a giant fireball to kill everyone, which would then cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.

But Tyronn is different.

He is loyal enough, consistent in word and deed, and handles matters properly.

Not only is she emotionally intelligent, but she can also be as ruthless as a wolf when she needs to be tough, and as slippery as water when she needs to be soft.

Knowing when to advance and when to retreat, leaving no room for error.

"This is the person I've been looking for..."

Markley took a deep breath to calm his turbulent emotions.

He sat back down in his chair and looked at Tyrion in the mirror as he drove away in his carriage; his expression had completely changed.

That was no longer the look he gave to a mere apprentice, but the look he gave to his future core confidant.

"Tyron Arthas Magnus".

Markley murmured the name, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

"Once you deliver the scroll and pass the final test..."

"I will show you that I, Macley Kane, never mistreat true loyalists!"

He reached out and gently stroked the mercury mirror, as if he were touching a piece of uncut, exquisite jade.

"This factional purge... Hmph, it's still uncertain who will win and who will lose."

He paused for a moment, touched the mercury mirror, and smacked his lips.

"Not enough, let's try it again."

Then he happily began his second replay.