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

He knew a little about the current state of the Kane Wizard Tower.

The minimum official requirement for a city-level wizard tower is one Grand Wizard Tower Master, plus ten formal wizards.

Therefore, there are only ten morgues inside the tower equipped with complete freezing and preservation arrays.

However, in recent years, in order to qualify for the provincial-level wizard tower, the Kane family has been frantically expanding its recruitment.

The number of official wizards in the tower has now surged to 30!

There are too many monks and too little porridge.

Thirty monks fighting over ten bowls of porridge—it's only a matter of time before they start fighting.

In particular, the recent failures in the Wizard Tower's promotion assessments have resulted in the tower's resources not increasing as expected, and instead, it has become burdened with a heavy workload due to the expansion of recruitment.

Now, the conflict is finally about to erupt.

Seeing Tyron's thoughtful expression, Markley didn't hide anything but directly pointed out the implications:

"Among these 30 formal wizards, my talent and academic achievements are not top-notch."

"But do you know why I still have my own morgue?"

Tyrone said respectfully, "Of course it is because you possess noble and pure blood, my esteemed mentor."

Macley smiled and nodded: "Yes, because I am a direct descendant of the Kane family, and this wizard tower belongs to our family."

This is both a deterrent and a way to give Tyron absolute confidence.

"I know that many people are eyeing my position."

"They think I'm hogging the job and don't do anything, so they want to take this resource away from me."

As he said this, a cold glint flashed in Markley's eyes.

As a beneficiary of the system, he certainly wouldn't spit out the meat he'd already eaten.

Tyronn immediately followed Macley's lead, stepping forward and asking earnestly:

"Teacher, how can I, as a student, help you relieve your worries?"

"If you give the order, I will gladly die for you."

Macley turned around and gently placed his hand on Tyron's shoulder.

That hand was heavy, carrying a sense of entrustment and pressure.

"You need to perform well enough."

MacLeod's voice was deep, revealing his true intentions:

"After this review is completed, the authorities will further tighten control over funds used to purchase corpses."

"The budget has been reduced from 1 purple gold coins per month to 6000."

"but!"

Markley's fingers tightened suddenly, squeezing Tyron's shoulder until it ached.

"The number of corpses provided must not be less than the required amount!"

"This is a test for all the corpse-collecting apprentices and their teachers."

"Furthermore, I have now reached a private cooperation agreement with three other formal wizards who do not have morgues."

"They desperately want and can receive such a good and respectable supply of corpses as they have yesterday and today."

"So, my students."

Markley stared into Tyrone's eyes and said, enunciating each word clearly:

"You'll need to work a bit harder over the next month."

"You need to use these 6000 purple gold coins to complete the tasks that previously cost 1 purple gold coins or even more."

"You need to expand your channels for collecting corpses, ensuring that our supply of bodies is not only continuous, but also more abundant and of better quality than others!"

Upon hearing this, Tyron was so angry he almost laughed.

Good guy!

This is something that would make capitalists weep and Jews kneel down in awe.

The budget has been cut by 40%, but we still need to supply three more wizards, tripling the workload!?

Isn't this a classic case of "wanting the horse to run but not wanting it to eat grass"?

"If I didn't possess the 'Slacking Off Divine Body,' I probably would have worked you all to death on the job!"

Tyron was internally ranting.

But he kept his facial expressions under control.

He showed just the right amount of embarrassment, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he were pondering a great difficulty.

But then his eyes hardened, like a warrior ready to die for a debt of gratitude.

"Please rest assured, Professor!"

Tyron gritted his teeth and said loudly:

"Although the difficulties are great, the students will definitely work harder and do everything possible to ensure you are not disappointed!"

Mackley was quite pleased to see Tyron's attitude.

"very good."

MacLehley nodded, his tone softening slightly:

"I know you have your own difficulties; it's hard for a great wizard to work on a project without materials."

"If you have any specific difficulties or need any support, you can tell me directly now."

"I will grant your request as long as it is reasonable."

As he spoke, Markley looked at Tyron with a rather meaningful expression.

The opportunity has arrived! This is yet another test!

Tyronn immediately fell into deep thought.

He was calculating rapidly in his mind.

Asking for money directly? That's too vulgar, and it's easy to leave the mentor with the impression of being "greedy," especially since I just replenished 98 purple gold coins.

Want magic? I haven't even mastered the Magic Thorn spell yet; I can't bite off more than I can chew.

Want knowledge? I'm just starting out with rune literature and haven't fully digested it yet.

I need something that can both solve my current predicament and reflect my image as someone who is "selfless and thrifty".

At the same time, the price should be reasonable and not too expensive.

After thinking it over, Tyron's eyes suddenly lit up.

He looked up at MacLehose and said somewhat embarrassedly:

"Teacher... could you give me a white diamond carving knife?"

After listening, MacLeod raised his eyebrows slightly, somewhat surprised:

"What do you need this for? It's for carving hard materials."

Tyronn smiled sheepishly and explained:

"That's right, teacher."

"I'm going to practice runes so that I can master the 'Domination of Bones' technique that you taught me as soon as possible."

"But... rune paper is too expensive."

"The cheapest one purple gold coin can only buy 3 tickets, and because the quality is not very good, they are prone to spontaneous combustion during practice."

"I figured I'd find lots of unwanted broken bones when I was collecting corpses anyway."

"If I had a good carving knife, I could practice running on bones."

"The money saved on paper money can be used to supplement the budget for collecting corpses, so I can buy more bodies and relieve your stress."

"Besides, bone runes are a great application in themselves, aren't they?"

Upon hearing this, MacLehose was stunned.

He looked at Tyron's frank, simple, and even somewhat foolishly clever appearance, typical of a lowly apprentice.

Deep inside, a long-lost feeling of emotion welled up.

What a wonderful child!

In order to save money and to help himself complete the task, he actually came up with the terrible idea of ​​using bones instead of paper!

In this wizarding tower filled with scheming and demands, such pure loyalty and understanding are more precious than epic artifacts!

"good!"

MacLeh was overjoyed, and with a wave of his hand, he exuded a sense of pride:

"The white diamond engraving tool is too brittle and not sharp enough to match your hard work."

With a flick of his wrist, a carving knife, its entire body a deep purple and its blade gleaming with an eerie light, appeared in his hand.

"This is a purple diamond engraving knife, three times harder than a white diamond, and it comes with the 'Sharpness' enchantment."

"Take it and use it!"

"This is amazing!" Tyron instinctively screamed.

The Purple Diamond Carving Knife is priced at around 3000 Purple Gold Coins, and its "Sharpness Enchantment" is also worth 200 Purple Gold Coins.

Before Tyron could recover from his surprise, Macley handed him five more 100-dollar bills in purple and gold.

"Also, here are 500 purple gold coins."

"This is for you personally."

Mackley looked at Tyrone's thin frame, a hint of concern in his voice:

"Go buy some good nutritional supplements to nourish your body."

"The next month will be very physically demanding. I don't want my students to collapse from exhaustion before they've even completed their apprenticeship."

Tyron took the engraving knife, which shone with a mesmerizing purple diamond, and then the brand-new banknote.

At that moment, he was overjoyed.

"Thank you, mentor!"

"I, your student, will certainly live up to your expectations! Even if it kills me, I will collect your remains!"