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

"A fine magic wand...this is amazing!" Tyron's eyes lit up.

He had initially planned to prioritize escape, but he immediately came up with a new plan.

Before Tal could get close, he used a condensed soul fragment through the Great Monthly Card to restore 6 points of mental energy.

Meanwhile, Tal was standing on a thick tree branch, looking down at Tyrion.

At this moment, her face showed not anger, but rather surprise and appreciation.

How did you find me?

To still possess such discernment at this time is truly remarkable.

She gently stroked her chest, which had just healed. Although it was healed, the lingering phantom pain from the burning sensation felt particularly stimulating.

Tal spoke of Tyron's methods with the air of a victor.

"I must say, you surprised me."

"You are just a newly promoted second-level apprentice, and your core skills are nothing more than two flying swords made from spirit bone fragments."

Her gaze dissected Tyron like a scalpel:

"When you ambushed the mercenary, both flying swords were operating simultaneously, which means you performed a double enchantment. Including the activation, you consumed at least 3 points of mental energy."

"Activating the Fireball Ring just now consumed another 2 points."

"Using the Severing Vines enchantment again now consumes 1 point."

"You have consumed a total of 6 points of mental energy."

Tal's lips curled into a smug, confident smile.

"For an apprentice of your level, this is already the limit."

Upon hearing this accurate analysis, Tyron's hand, which was chopping at the vines, froze slightly, but he remained silent.

Cathy, standing to the side, was even paler.

She is a level three apprentice, and her maximum mental strength is only 8 points.

Just now, I was so panicked that I tried to cast a spell haphazardly, and not only did I fail to release the spell, but I also exhausted my mental energy.

It’s over.

It's completely over.

Tal looked at their reactions with a smug smile.

She stopped at a safe distance of ten meters from the two of them, thrusting out her completely naked and alluring figure, her tone carrying a hint of seduction and condescension:

"While I'm in a good mood now, I'd better surrender obediently."

"To have such a mindset at your age is truly remarkable; it would be a great pity to kill you."

She stuck out her tongue and licked her red lips, her eyes fixed on Tyron:

"As long as you can obediently serve your sister well and join us, I guarantee you will soar to great heights in the future."

As she spoke, she glanced disdainfully at the youthful Cathy beside her:

"Isn't a ripe, juicy peach like me much more juicy than a dry, unripe apple?"

Tal was indeed reluctant to kill Tyron.

She had noticed the boy since the hunting competition a few days ago.

His adept and skillful maneuvering in the commercial district these past few days has impressed her even more.

A man who is intelligent, ruthless, and worldly-wise is practically a born dark wizard.

Most importantly, Tal firmly believed that realists like Tyron, who were adept at maneuvering, had no loyalty whatsoever.

They'll gravitate towards wherever there's profit to be made.

Therefore, she was very confident that she could easily subdue this young apprentice from the lower class, who was full of sexual repression and desire, by simply showing her strength and seduction.

After hearing Tal's tempting promise, Tyren's arm, which was gripping the bone sword tightly, stiffened almost imperceptibly.

Those taut muscle lines seemed to relax in that instant.

Cathy, who had been observing this scene, felt her heart sink to the bottom.

"Tyron! Don't listen to this crazy woman's nonsense!"

Ignoring her own pain, Cathy shouted anxiously:

"She's lying to you! There's no good ending to associating with cult members!"

"If the Wizarding Alliance and the Holy See find out, you'll be hanged!"

"Cult?"

Tal chuckled, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

She reached out a finger and gently curled a strand of burnt hair, glancing at Cathy with disdain:

"Who says we're a cult? We're a legitimate and compliant 'Special Operations Team' under the command of the Lord of Lion City."

"And, little girl, don't you even use your brain to think about it?"

Tal's voice turned sharp and cutting, like a scalpel precisely slicing through the fragile class barrier between the two:

"Magnus is not like you."

"You are the noble eldest daughter of the Hoffman family, with unlimited potential. Even if the higher-ups want to arrest you, the order will be 'capture alive if possible'."

"But what about Magnus?"

She turned her head and looked at Tyron with a deep, melancholic gaze:

"He's just a low-level corpse-collecting apprentice, treated like a servant and errand boy by you. If something happens, he'll be the first cannon fodder pushed out to take the blame."

"Why should he abandon his only chance of survival to protect you, a noble lady destined to live?"

"Like you said, there is indeed a possibility that I lied to him."

Tal spread his hands, his tone conveying absolute control:

"Surrender might offer a sliver of hope; but continued resistance will surely lead to your demise."

These words are truly devastating.

It not only starkly exposed the class divide hidden beneath their cooperative relationship, but also logically shattered Tyrone's reason to continue fighting through this huge disparity in treatment.

Cathy opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but found herself speechless.

She turned to look at Tyron, only to be horrified to find that the boy's eyes had changed.

Those eyes, which were originally calm and rational, were now staring intently at Tal's fair and perky chest, their pupils filled with the primal restlessness for power and lust unique to a boy from the lower class.

"you……"

Tyron swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice hoarse and cautious:

How can you make me believe you?

"believe?"

Tal said calmly, and gently waved his magic wand:

"Because you have no choice. If you don't believe me, you'll die right now."

hum!

The powerful magic of a level 6 apprentice suddenly erupted under the enhancement of the exquisite Ancient Vine Magic Wand.

The vines that were originally normal seemed to have been injected with a berserk potion, instantly doubling in size and increasing in number.

Like seven giant pythons hunting their prey, they swept in with a suffocating sense of oppression.

Before Tyron could react, two thick vines shot out like lightning and wrapped tightly around Cathy's ankles.

"what!"

Cathy let out a scream as she was suddenly hoisted upside down and hung in mid-air like a lamb to the slaughter.

Upon seeing this, Tyron's eyes narrowed sharply.

The next second, as if he had finally come to terms with reality, he raised his hands, knelt on one knee, and lowered his head:

"I surrender."

"Sister, can I have some fun?"

Tal looked at the boy kneeling before him, a satisfied smile curving his lips.

She beckoned to Tyron with her finger, her eyes filled with seduction:

"Come here, let your older sister take good care of you."

Tyron slowly stood up, his face full of flattery and ingratiation.

He was like a stray dog ​​that had finally found its owner, and he couldn't wait to walk toward Tal.

Those trembling hands seemed unable to suppress their desire to touch the full moon.

When Cathy, hanging upside down from the tree, saw this scene, the light in her eyes was completely extinguished.

She closed her eyes in despair, tears dripping from her forehead onto the soil.

Tyrion, panting heavily, rushed to Tal and buried his face in her arms.

He took a deep, greedy breath, as if intoxicated by the other person's scent.

"Sister, you smell so good!"

Tal reached out and gently stroked Tyrion's dark hair, his face showing the enjoyment and contempt of a victor.

However, the magic wand in her hand never stopped waving.

Whoosh whoosh!

The moment Tyron embraced her, something unexpected happened.

The tiny vines that had been lying in wait on the ground suddenly sprang up and wrapped around Tyron's wrists in an instant, followed by his feet and waist.

A tremendous force pulled him up, lifting him off the ground with his limbs spread wide, forming a "T" shape, leaving him suspended in mid-air.

"Um?"

Tyronn looked surprised.

At that moment, Tar's cold gaze fell on Tyron's right hand.

There, he found himself holding a skeletal short sword covered in blood runes.

If it had been a second later, the sword would have pierced Tal's heart.