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

The first rays of morning light filtered through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating Tyron's bare, muscular upper body.

At this moment, he was experiencing the enhancement of his body.

With so many resources now acquired, Tyron can't use many of them at this stage; all he's using right now are those two basic Life Drops.

This thing is said to come from the ancient kingdom of elves, and is amber formed from the essence of life that the thousand-year-old Tree of Life absorbed.

In the wizarding world, this kind of life amber is an absolute rare treasure.

Many professional wizards who are stuck in a bottleneck period and whose lifespan is nearing its end will often spend their entire fortune to purchase a complete "life amber" in order to live a few more years.

Legend has it that a complete piece of amber can forcibly extend the life of a formal wizard by 20 years.

For young wizards, this is priceless.

It can not only preserve one's youthful appearance, but also reshape the body at the genetic level, greatly enhancing physical fitness and recovery ability.

"Although the two bottles I have are just the product of a piece of life amber diluted 100 times."

"But for me right now, it's just the right tonic."

At this moment, Tyronn was standing in front of the mirror.

The boy in the mirror had long since shed the refugee-like thinness and sallow complexion he had when he first arrived.

His skin became smooth and firm, with a healthy ivory white color.

His once slender torso was now covered with a layer of even and smooth muscle lines, with the muscles of his arms, chest and abdomen slightly bulging.

This is not dead muscle that has been enhanced by the power of the Nine Dragons, but high-density muscle like a cheetah, with every fiber full of explosive power.

There's nothing bulky about it; all that's left is a pure sense of power.

call!

Tyronn threw a punch casually.

The force of the punch tore through the air, producing a muffled boom.

"This power..."

Tyron clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within him.

"The power of this punch is even more ferocious than that burly man from the Blazing Sun Tower who fought me a few days ago."

He opened the panel and took a look.

[Constitution: 2.5 → 3.5]

It increased by a full 1 points!

It's important to understand that once one's physical fitness exceeds the 2.4 limit of an average human body, the effects of conventional training become negligible.

In the past three days, under the blessing of the "Slacking Off Sacred Body," his physique only increased from 2.4 to 2.5.

We've completely said goodbye to the good old days when you could easily improve by 0.2 every day.

These two bottles of Dettol helped him take a big leap forward.

"A constitution of 3.5, if combined with [Blood Boiling Technique]..."

Tyronn's lips curled into a smile.

"This is yet another trump card that can surprise the enemy."

Just then, shouts from the apprentices came from outside the window:

"Little Ma! Hurry up! We're about to leave!"

"They're here."

Tyron quickly composed himself and put on a loose linen shirt, concealing his well-defined muscles.

He packed his luggage skillfully.

A portable tent, a specially made backpack containing the skeletal dog, a ceremonial sword, four skeletal flying swords hidden in his bosom, and that inconspicuous fireball ring.

Everything is ready.

Just as I stepped out of the room, I ran into a sickle carrying something upstairs.

"Good morning, Brother Sickle," Tyron greeted with a smile.

Sickle nodded, handed over the alchemical talisman and the corpse of the withered rat, his expression much more serious than usual.

He looked Tyron up and down, seemingly noticing a change in the boy's demeanor, but didn't ask any further questions.

"You've done an excellent job these past few days, bringing great honor to our tower."

Sickle lowered his voice and earnestly instructed:

"But once we got into the mountains, things were different."

"Remember, health is the foundation of everything; don't try to stand out for a little bit of empty fame."

Tyron's smile faded, and he nodded solemnly, "I understand, I'll be careful."

Sickle grunted and handed over a piece of paper.

"The target of this joint hunt is the three-headed earth dragon."

"That's a level four magical beast. It's very intelligent and cunning, and its combat power is equivalent to that of a level five formal wizard."

"Your main task as junior apprentices is to explore the perimeter and broaden your horizons. Don't even think about becoming dragon slayers."

As he spoke, he pointed to the map in Tyron's hand:

"This contains information about a hidden cave that only I know about."

"In the past, when I went into the mountains to hunt, if I couldn't come back that day, I would spend the night there."

"There's a hidden compartment at the very back of the cave where I keep some emergency supplies, dry food, and medicines that I've accumulated."

Sickle patted Tyron on the shoulder, his eyes sincere:

"If you encounter any uncontrollable danger, or get separated from the main group, hide inside."

"It's a secluded and safe place; you'll have enough time to hold out until rescue arrives."

Tyron held the parchment, still warm from his body, and a slight thought stirred within him.

This is not just a map, but also a way out, a weighty trust.

This is the moment to monetize your "connections".

"Thank you for taking care of me, Brother Sickle," Tyron said sincerely.

"This experience and this foothold are extremely important to me."

Sickle smiled and shook the large can of black coffee again.

"Consider it repaying the favor of the coffee."

Then, he leaned close to Tyrion's ear and whispered:

"Also, that little girl Hoffman has a very powerful background."

"For this mission, you will stay by her side at all times."

"She is a key protected individual, and her bodyguard force is absolutely the strongest. There will be no safety risks if you follow her."

After hearing this, Tyron couldn't help but give a thumbs up:

"You're still taller!"

Sickle laughed and slapped Tyron hard on the back:

Go!

……

Sacred Flame Square.

When Tyron arrived with Cathy and another Level 4 apprentice named Rice, the scene there truly made him gasp.

Crowds thronged the streets, and banners fluttered in the breeze.

The first thing you see is at least 60 mercenaries of all kinds gathered around the perimeter of the square.

These mercenaries were mostly well-equipped and had fierce eyes.

Tyron glanced at the crowd and quickly spotted several familiar faces.

Mark, the bearded man who mistook the toilet map for a treasure map, was carrying a giant axe and chatting with his companions. When he saw Tyrone, he excitedly waved.

Besides these mercenaries, a group of clergymen dressed in white robes stood in the center of the square.

There were 12 people in total, all with solemn expressions.

Leading the group was a knight in full plate armor of bright silver, with a golden flame emblem painted on his chest, exuding an unsettling aura of holiness.

On the other side of the clergy were the official wizards dispatched by the four major wizard towers.

There were four people in total, and each of them emanated a suffocating magical aura.

The representative from the Kane Wizard Tower was a young man that Tyrion had never seen before. He was pale, had gloomy eyes, and seemed unapproachable.

In addition, there were about 50 fully armed Border Knights cavalrymen and 100 city defense soldiers wearing leather armor and carrying weapons.

"This is quite a spectacle..."

Tyron squinted.

"All that's missing is the deafening sound of gongs and drums, and the crackling of firecrackers."

Soon, the Minsk Knights, who were in charge of overall command, rode their tall horses and began to form a procession.

At a command, the massive crowd quickly dispersed.

The elite cavalry of the Border Knights, accompanied by clergy and four formal wizards, sped off along a hidden path, clearly on their way to carry out a decapitation mission.

The remaining city defense soldiers and mercenaries were mixed in a 1:1 ratio and divided into two groups to enter the mountains, responsible for clearing the outer perimeter and building an encirclement.

Meanwhile, the lower-level apprentices like Tyron, who were "coming to broaden their horizons," were scattered into these two large groups like pepper.

At this moment, two fully armed soldiers walked up to Cathy, bowed respectfully, and then invited her into a private carriage bearing the family crest.

The car door closed, cutting off the view of the outside world.

Tyron: "..."

What happened to clinging to someone's coattails?

The guy took a car and left, leaving me here?

Tyron sighed helplessly and could only be assigned to the left marching column along with the level 4 apprentice named Rice.

"Magnus..."

Rice was a 22-year-old apprentice, but he was still quite nervous in the face of this situation.

"Will it be dangerous going there this time?"

"Those people from the Blazing Sun Tower looked at us like they wanted to devour us..."

Tyronn ignored Rice's rambling.

His gaze swept across the crowd like a hawk's, and he replied casually:

"With such a large-scale operation, what danger could there be?"

"If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up..."

Before he could finish speaking, Tyron's eyes suddenly narrowed.

As a seasoned entrepreneur who has seen countless people, he has a keen insight into people's micro-expressions and states.

He could tell at a glance which mercenaries in the group were on high alert and which were just slacking off.

Just like back then, you could tell at a glance which of your employees were slacking off, who were working diligently, and who were just going through the motions.

But at this moment, he discovered some extremely unusual phenomena.

Among the group of mercenaries who were excitedly rubbing their hands together and discussing the bounty, there were five or six people who behaved very strangely.

They didn't look at the road or their surroundings.

Their eyes were fixed on the carriage at the front of the procession, the one carrying Cathy.

Those eyes not only held undisguised greed and desire, but what was even more eerie was...

They were actually drooling.

Saliva dripped down their lips and onto their leather armor, but they were completely unaware.

That expression was like a drug addict seeing the purest form of illicit drug, or a wild beast in heat smelling the scent of a female.

Although this state only lasted for a few seconds, they quickly shook their heads and returned to normal, pretending that nothing had happened.

But this did not escape Tyron's notice.

Something's not right.

Normal mercenaries may be lecherous, but they also know the rules.

Staring at a noble lady's carriage and drooling? That's not just rude, it's practically suicidal.

Moreover, that momentary lapse in concentration and physiological reaction is clearly not a normal psychological state.

It's more like... it was affected by some special influence.

"There's something wrong with this group."

Tyron calmly gripped the bone sword hidden in his sleeve. His previously calm heart was not filled with fear, but rather gradually filled with excitement.

"Are we finally going to have some intrigue, and then I have to play the hero and save the damsel in distress?"