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

Tyrion received his reward from Stipunk without any trouble: a silver ring engraved with dark red spiral patterns.

Tyron ran his fingers over the ring's cold surface, looking at the instruction manual.

"Enter 2 points of mental energy to instantly cast a high-pressure fireball with a diameter of 0.5 meters. Cooldown time: 10 minutes."

"Although it's only a one-time burst attack and has a slightly long cooldown, it's a good supplement for me since I currently lack high-damage ranged attacks."

Tyronn casually put it on the index finger of his left hand; the size was just right.

At this moment, Locke and Cathy, who were standing nearby, did not pay attention to the ring.

Their attention was completely focused on the skeletal dog crouching at Tyrion's feet.

"What exquisite craftsmanship!"

Locke crouched down and couldn't resist reaching out to touch the skeletal hound's spine, which was covered in runes.

"The way these joints connect, and the foldable design... Magnus, you're a genius."

Cathy adjusted her glasses and nodded earnestly in agreement:

"Yes! This is much more refined than those clumsy skeletons I saw in books."

"However... carving something so complex, and adjusting the balance of the magic circuits, must take a long time, right?"

Upon hearing this, Tyronn gave a wry smile.

"Yes, it was very slow at first, and we failed many times."

"After I got more skilled, it only took me about a week to make one."

"One week..."

Upon hearing this number, the two couldn't help but exchange a glance and sigh in unison.

For these aristocratic apprentices who are busy meditating, attending classes, and socializing every day, this is an extremely inefficient and unprofitable activity.

"Let's go, come back to the Wizard's Tower with us."

Locke stood up and said with a smile:

"Forget about collecting the bodies today, we need to get this good news back immediately!"

Cathy waved her little fist excitedly and said:

"Yes! The Radiant Sun Wizard Tower has been too arrogant lately; you are now a hero of our Wizard Tower!"

Tyronn bowed slightly and said humbly:

"I was just lucky, you two are too kind."

Meanwhile, the lower-ranking apprentices, including Ekko, stood to the side, watching Tyron chat and laugh with the two high-ranking noblemen, their eyes filled with envy and longing.

Especially Ike.

His expression was very comical, but there seemed to be some kind of determination in his eyes.

So he quickly went to Tyrion's carriage and offered to lead Tyrion's horse.

On the way back, Ike, like a dutiful coachman, led the last cart carrying the corpse.

Tyron walked alongside Locke and Cathy at the front.

This good news clearly had wings and reached the Wizard Tower even faster than they could walk.

As the group stepped through the heavy doors of the wizard's tower...

Whoosh!

In the spacious fountain square, a large crowd quickly surrounded them, led by Macley.

The recent decline of the Wizard Tower and the relentless pressure from the Sun Tower have left everyone seething with resentment.

Now that they've finally won a game, and it's a crushing victory at that, everyone feels a sense of pride and satisfaction.

Not only did a large number of lower-level apprentices gather here, but many noble apprentices also came.

"Well done, Sarah!"

"Miss Hoffman, I heard you came up with the idea for that bone flute? That's amazing!"

People offered their congratulations with great enthusiasm.

However, all of them focused their attention on Locke and Cathy in front of them.

Even Markley, as their mentor, is intentionally or unintentionally guiding public opinion to attribute the core credit to Cathy and Locke.

As for Tyronn, he simply mentioned "good execution" and then brushed it off.

Tyronn was not surprised by this situation; in fact, he felt a sense of relief.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, he was like an insignificant shadow, taking the reins from Ike and leading the carriage back to the morgue.

"I cannot afford such immense wealth and status with my current background."

"Rather than being watched by those noble children like overstepping wild dogs, it's better to take the initiative to hide and continue cultivating."

Inside the morgue, the familiar smell of preservatives was still reassuring.

After skillfully placing the headless corpse of the burly man into the morgue, he went to the sink and wiped the blood off the ceremonial sword.

The silver-gray blade reflected a cold light in the dim light.

"This kind of low-level magical artifact does not have any concept of soul binding."

"Anyone can use magic if they have it."

Tyron pulled a scalpel from his waist and, without hesitation, cut his left index finger.

Tick.

Bright red blood dripped onto the patterns on the sword's blade, instantly being greedily absorbed.

Tyron took a deep breath, mobilized the last bit of mental energy in his body, and poured it into it.

hum!

In an instant, Tyrone felt an enormous shadow flash across his mental realm.

Immediately afterwards, a surge of violent heat flowed back into his body from the hilt of the sword.

His heart began to pound, and his blood seemed to be ignited, a surge of immense power filling his limbs and bones.

"Well……"

Tyronn grunted and clenched his fist.

This feeling...

It's like taking an overdose of Viagra in a past life when preparing for a nighttime encounter with twin car models.

Excited, hot, full of energy, and even with a hint of urge to destroy everything.

He looked at the status panel and saw that his physique had changed from 2 to 3.

Tyron felt the power surging through his muscles, and a slight smile appeared on his lips:

"This feeling of strength is really great."

Five minutes later.

As the effects of the ritual faded, the intense heat quickly subsided, replaced by a feeling of exhaustion.

Tyron leaned against the dissection table, his clothes soaked with sweat.

"Aside from some weakness, there were no other noticeable side effects."

"It's a pretty good way to increase power."

Tyronn did not rest for the rest of the time.

As usual, he was engaged in tedious physical training and rune inscription practice in the morgue.

Time quickly came to 7 p.m.

A sound of flapping wings rang out.

A jet-black raven flew through the ventilation window, and then the black mist surged and transformed into the figure of Maclean, dressed in a black robe.

Tyron immediately stopped what he was doing and bowed respectfully:

"teacher."

Macley nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over Tyron's slightly tired but still resolute face, and said calmly:

"You did a very good job today."

"Whether it's the technology, the responsiveness, or the final handling of the situation, everything meets my expectations."

Tyron lowered his head, subtly revealing a hint of joy:

"Thank you for your praise, teacher. It's all thanks to your guidance."

Markley didn't linger on this topic, changing the subject abruptly:

"As a reward for you, I will send you to work outside the city after this exam."

"Join the hunting party over there and be responsible for collecting and identifying monster corpses for the Wizard Tower."

At this point, Mackley's voice became serious:

"This is a rather dangerous and arduous job. You'll have to face monsters in the wild and deal with those rude mercenaries."

"Are you willing?"

Upon hearing this, Tyron's heart stirred slightly.

An overseas assignment? A hunting party?

This may seem like an exile, but in reality, it means seizing real power and financial resources.

Without the slightest hesitation, he said with a respectful yet firm expression:

"I am willing to follow your instructions, teacher."

"Your needs are my mission."

Markley gave a satisfied "hmm".

He casually pulled a silver badge from his sleeve and placed it on the blood-stained dissection table.

"Take it."

"In the wild, this thing can represent your identity and status."

I hope your performance won't disappoint me.

Tyron respectfully picked up the cold badge with both hands.

"Thank you, teacher."

"Then, teacher... when can I return to the Wizard's Tower?"

Markley looked at Tyron, a meaningful smile playing on his lips:

"Being part of a hunting party outside the city is also a very promising job."

"Although it's a bit dangerous and tiring, you can make a lot of money and have a better future than here."

"As for when I can come back..."

"It depends on your performance."

"The shortest time is one month, and the longest is... half a year."

Upon hearing this, a hint of disappointment and dejection subtly appeared in Tyron's dark eyes.

But he quickly concealed it and nodded respectfully again:

"Yes, student understands."

Although he looked somewhat disappointed, Tyron was secretly laughing inside.

"It seems that my temperament and methods as a teacher are up to par."

"Faced with my perfect performance, he was still able to remain calm and did not go all in to give me the status of a core disciple, but instead chose to conduct further tests."

Tyron is well aware of his current standing in Markley's eyes.

Since returning in the morning, Macley had deliberately ignored himself in the square, but now he has suddenly decided to be sent abroad.

This combo can fool those naive teenagers, making them believe that they have been abandoned by their mentor.

But she couldn't fool a seasoned veteran like him who had been through the ups and downs of the workplace.

If they wanted to be sent to exile, they wouldn't give themselves such a lucrative post with a large amount of money to manage.

"This method is quite familiar."

Tyron toyed with the badge in his hand, his eyes deep.

The Zhuangzi, in the chapter "Lie Yukou," states:

"Send them on a long journey to observe their loyalty."

"Send me out of the city, far from the center of power, to come into contact with people from various factions, in order to test my loyalty when I am not under the supervision of a mentor."

"Give them a hard time and observe their abilities."

"Send me the troublesome and laborious task of dealing with monster corpses to test my patience and ability."

"Entrust them with wealth and observe their benevolence."

"World of Warcraft physical items are generally quite expensive, and I'll have a lot of cash flow coming in. This is a test of whether I can stay clear-headed after gaining control of the finances."

Tyron tucked the badge into his pocket and chuckled softly:

"You used three of the nine signs for judging a person."

"Markley, very good."