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

Although Cathy escaped, it was all part of the other side's plan.

Tyron could clearly see that behind three thick trees ahead of Cathy's escape route, three mercenaries with sinister smiles were hiding.

Just as Cathy ran past a patch of grass, a large foot wearing an iron boot suddenly stretched out.

"ah!"

Cathy fell heavily to the ground, her glasses flew far away, and her knees were scraped, causing her to cry from the pain.

Before she could even get up, two mercenaries came over, roughly tied her hands behind her back, and bound them tightly with thick hemp rope that they had prepared beforehand.

"Let me go! You bastards! I'm from the Hoffmann family..."

"Waaaaah!"

A piece of cloth was prepared and stuffed into her mouth.

Three mercenaries surrounded her, their eyes roaming over Cathy without restraint.

Although she was wearing a loose apprentice robe, the running and falling had left it somewhat disheveled, revealing her stunning curves underneath.

"Tsk tsk tsk, as expected of a noble lady, her skin is so tender it looks like you could squeeze water out of it."

One of the mercenaries, with his mouth full of yellow teeth, couldn't help but swallow hard, his eyes filled with greed and lust.

"Brother, anyway, what the higher-ups want is a living person, and they didn't say we can't touch him."

"In this desolate wilderness, why don't we brothers have some fun first?"

This mercenary was a level two warrior, and at this moment he was blinded by desire.

The mercenary leading the group was a level three warrior. Although he was somewhat rational, his Adam's apple bobbed as he looked at Cathy's pitiful appearance.

He chuckled, his voice hoarse:

"What's the rush? You have plenty of time to play."

"First, deal with those people over there thoroughly, leaving no loose ends, and then... hehe."

despair.

Cathy was overwhelmed by endless despair.

She lay on the cold, damp earth, tears blurring her vision.

From childhood, she had heard countless stories about knights and princesses, and had also fantasized about becoming a powerful wizard.

But reality is so cruel.

When violence strikes, her proud family background and the magical theories she knows by heart all become useless.

She desperately tried to mobilize her magic, wanting to unleash even the simplest [Fireball] spell.

But the intense fear completely disrupted her mental state, and her fingers trembled so much that she couldn't even make the spellcasting gestures.

Several failed attempts to cast the spell only made her face turn even paler.

"Waaaaah..."

She could only let out helpless sobs, praying to the Father in the void, hoping that it was all just a nightmare.

Just as Cathy was about to faint from fear and despair.

call out!

The sound of something cutting through the air suddenly rang out, like the whistle of death.

The two mercenaries who were about to make their move suddenly stopped.

The lewd smiles on their faces were still frozen at the corners of their mouths, but a hint of doubt suddenly appeared in their eyes.

Why does my neck feel a little cold?

Why can't I breathe?

They instinctively looked down and saw blood gushing out from both sides of their necks like high-pressure water jets, instantly staining the ground in front of Cathy red.

"He..."

The two tried to speak, but could only spit out mouthfuls of blood.

The next second, his body went limp and he collapsed heavily beside Cathy like two bags of garbage.

This happened too fast, too suddenly.

Cathy, who had just been in a state of extreme terror, suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the corpse lying beside her, her eyes flashing with disbelief.

Someone's come to rescue me?!

"Who?!"

The level 3 warrior who was leading the charge reacted extremely quickly.

The moment his two henchmen fell to the ground, his muscles tensed, and he whirled around, drawing his sword.

As a seasoned mercenary with countless battles under his belt, his combat instincts saved his life.

clang!

At the critical moment, the steel longsword in his hand blocked a white shadow that was aimed at his brow.

However, before he could even catch his breath, he heard a crisp cracking sound.

Click!

He was horrified to discover that his steel longsword, which was at least half a centimeter thick, had been pierced directly by the white figure!

It was a short skeletal sword covered in blood-red patterns, now firmly wedged against the blade, its tip less than an inch from his eyeball.

"A flying sword made of spirit bone fragments?!"

The mercenary leader's pupils contracted sharply, his mind reeling with shock.

"This terrifying piercing power...is it enchanted?!"

Just as he was concentrating on blocking the sword, a cold, stinging sensation suddenly came from his throat.

Immediately afterwards, a warm liquid flowed down her neck.

He instinctively wanted to look down, but found that his vision began to spin.

It turned out that while the first flying sword was launching a frontal assault, the second flying sword had already silently circled around to his side and rear, slicing open his throat like a venomous snake.

puff.

Level 3 soldier, dead.

Even in death, his eyes remained wide open, and he had no idea how he died.

The forest returned to deathly silence.

Only the sounds of battle cries could still be heard from the direction of Lens in the distance.

Cathy stared blankly at the three corpses lying before her, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest.

She struggled to sit up, wanting to see which powerful knight or mentor had saved her.

rustling...

Footsteps sounded.

A tall, slender figure slowly emerged from the shadows of the woods.

When Cathy saw the person's face clearly, her pupils dilated instantly, and she was filled with indescribable shock.

There was no silver armor, no lofty robes.

He wore only a plain apprentice's gray robe and had a calm and reliable face.

"Magnus...?!"

Cathy exclaimed inwardly.

That usually calm and reliable apprentice who always helps others for free!?

He...instantly killed three veteran mercenaries?!

One of them is a level three warrior?!

Warrior is a derivative class of the Ritual Wizard school.

They can inscribe runes and magic circles on their bodies to adapt their physical bodies to various elemental forces and magical powers, thereby gaining extraordinary power and enhancement.

But the physical body has its limits. The upper limit of the warrior system is the level of a great wizard. If you want to go further, you have to return to the wizard path.

A level three warrior corresponds to a level three wizard apprentice. Although they do not know magic, they have already entered a realm beyond that of ordinary people through rituals.

Tyron walked to the corpse of the mercenary leader, pulled out the bone flying sword stuck in the broken sword, shook off the blood on it, and put it back into his sleeve.

The movements were fluid and effortless, as if they had just finished a trivial chore.

Then, he knelt down in front of Cathy, looked at the tearful girl, and gave her that signature, incredibly reassuring, gentle smile:

"Hoffman, don't be afraid."

"I'm here."

Those three simple words were like a warm current, instantly shattering all of Cathy's defenses.

Tyron held up one finger to his lips, making a shushing gesture:

"But remember, you must not make a sound."

"This place is dangerous, don't make a sound."

Cathy nodded frantically, her little head bobbing like a pestle being pounded, her teary eyes filled with indescribable gratitude and adoration.

She couldn't imagine how this boy, her own age, could be so calm, so brave, so strong.

Cathy, who had read all sorts of romance novels since childhood, had fantasized countless times that when she encountered a crisis, a handsome prince would descend from the sky on a white horse, and the two would fall in love.

She never imagined that this day would come so soon.

The one who saved her was not a prince, nor a knight, but this ordinary, unremarkable apprentice!

This stark contrast, ironically, made Tyrone's figure seem incredibly towering in her mind.

Tyron ignored the girl's complicated gaze. He quickly pulled out his dagger, cut the ropes, and then reached out to tear the rag out of her mouth.

"Can you walk?"

Tyron quickly checked her body and confirmed that there were no fractures:

"I wasn't seriously injured, just some minor abrasions."

"We need to get out of here quickly, or Lens will soon realize something's wrong."

Cathy didn't dare to speak, she could only nod vigorously and try to stand up, but her weak legs made her stumble, and Tyron supported her steadily.

Tyron saved Cathy for two reasons.

First: The other party seems to be interested in Cathy's bloodline and insists on her being alive. If he can't escape, he can use Cathy as a hostage to coerce her.

Second: The plan was accomplished in secrecy, but it was leaked and failed. The plans and policies of the opposing side were revealed to the lower levels by middle-level managers while they were having sex with women, and were then discussed casually by the lower-level managers.

This indicates that the other party has serious problems with organization, coordination, and confidentiality, and is incapable of achieving great things.

Therefore, you need to choose a side early.

Just as the two were preparing to leave.

"ah--!!!"

Suddenly, an incredibly piercing and chilling scream came from the woods of the main camp in the distance.

The sound didn't seem like something a human could make; it sounded more like the souls of hundreds of people being torn apart simultaneously.

Immediately afterwards, a strong smell of blood swept in with the strong wind.

Tyron suddenly looked up.

The once azure sky above was now shrouded in a strange, blood-red veil.

The magic in the air began to run rampant, and the surrounding trees seemed to come alive, creaking and groaning strangely.

"This is... a sacrificial ritual from the Abyss!?" Cathy, who knew more, said in a trembling voice.

Tyron's expression changed, and he grabbed Cathy's cold, soft little hand.

That hand was broad, strong, and warm.

"Hurry up!"

The moment Tyron grabbed her hand, Cathy's panicked and helpless heart miraculously calmed down.

She gripped Tyrone's hand tightly as if it were her only lifeline, and obediently followed behind him, running wildly into the depths of the dense forest.