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

At this moment, Tyron, who was lying on the ground panting heavily, stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

He knew that Malik, as a member of the Kane family, was certainly not weak.

But he never expected that his usually gentle and mild-mannered, even somewhat frail, mentor would be so fierce when he got into a fight!

This is a complete and utter dimensional reduction attack!

Meanwhile, Cathy's attention was completely off the fight.

She knelt beside Tyrone, ignoring her own injuries, and used her sleeve to wipe the dirt and blood from Tyrone's face, her voice trembling with tears:

"Are you alright, Tyron?"

"Thank God! I'm so glad you're alright!"

"That scared me to death..."

Tyron waved his hand weakly, indicating that he wouldn't die.

At this moment, Malik, having dealt with the Gluttonous Acolyte, turned around, the flames on his body slowly extinguished, and he returned to his refined and amiable appearance.

He glanced at the ashes on the ground, then at the two disheveled figures, and frowned slightly.

"What exactly happened?"

"Why would a gluttonous acolytes from the Church of Gluttony be here?"

Tyron took a deep breath, enduring the discomfort in his lungs, and gave a concise and logical report of the entire process.

Of course, as a seasoned veteran in the workplace, he naturally omitted sensitive details such as his counterattack against Tar and his possession of multiple enchanted flying swords in his report.

Instead, he focused entirely on the conspiracy, the other party's covetousness of the Hoffman family bloodline, and how he cleverly used the terrain and rules to buy time.

After all, he knew very well that Mackley was more concerned about this aspect of the issue.

After listening to Tyronn's report, Malik's eyes instantly sharpened.

"I see……"

"I roughly know their plan."

He lowered his head, looking at Tyron with gentle eyes, his gaze full of admiration:

"Tyron, you did a fantastic job!"

"To protect Hoffman in such a desperate situation, deplete his abyssal magic, and activate the amulet at the crucial moment—you have made an immense contribution this time!"

After he finished speaking, his expression turned serious:

"There's no time to lose. I must immediately notify the Wizarding Alliance to arrange for reinforcements and a lockdown!"

Malik waved his hand casually.

call!

A large number of ghostly blue flames appeared out of nowhere and instantly enveloped Tyron and Cathy's bodies.

The flames had no heat; instead, they carried a strange sense of cleanliness.

"I have burned away all your scent, blood, and magical residue."

"Get out of here immediately! Find a safe place to hide!"

"Remember, no matter what happens, don't come out again in three days!"

Tyron asked hurriedly, "Teacher, are all the monsters dead?"

Macley said confidently, "Don't worry, wizards from other factions might survive, but he's doomed..."

Before he finished speaking, Malik's figure vanished.

It seems that the duration of this secret technique is very limited.

Cathy quickly helped Tyron up and asked, "Are you alright, Tyron?"

Tyron shook his head: "It's nothing."

As he spoke, Tyron took out a bandage he carried with him and bandaged Cathy's wound, saying gently, "I'm sorry about earlier."

"You're too naive, and your acting isn't very good. I can't inform you, otherwise the other party will definitely see through your act."

"None of us would survive that!"

"Only a true state of being where you are unaware can fool the other party!"

Cathy, who hadn't really blamed Tyron in the first place, nodded repeatedly with tears in her eyes as she listened to this reasonable explanation and felt the gentle bandaging.

"I know, I knew you weren't that kind of person!"

"Should we get out of here right away?"

Tyron stood up and looked into the distance, his eyes burning: "Wait here for a moment, I'm going to lick the bag."

Cathy blinked her tear-filled eyes: "Lick...the bag?"

Tyrion quickly ran to the spot where the Gluttonous Acolyte had died.

The place was in complete disarray; the gluttonous acolyte's body was nowhere to be found, and the tree spirit had been split in two, utterly dead.

After looking around, I found no equipment whatsoever.

Just as Tyrone was feeling a bit regretful, something seemed to resonate with the abyssal power within his body from the charred cracks on the tree spirit's body.

He walked over cautiously and saw a charred bone fragment with unique red patterns on it.

"This is... Gu Long's language?"

"Hiding it here... it must have been intentionally left for someone else."

Thanks to his trust in Macley's methods, Tyrone wasn't worried about the monster's remnant soul being hidden inside, so he picked it up and put it in his pocket.

"To prevent tracking magic, let's find a place to hide for a while. Whether it gets taken later depends on luck."

……

The seventh floor of the Wizarding Tower of Kane.

In the tranquil meditation room, Malik, who was sitting cross-legged in the center of the rune array, suddenly opened his eyes.

His once calm pupils now burned with an uncontrollable excitement and ambition.

"Magnus...Tyrone..."

Malik gripped the armrest tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"I knew I hadn't misjudged you! You're not only a genius, but also my lucky star!"

"This is the opportunity! This is my chance, and the chance for the entire Kane Wizard Tower, to turn things around!"

Without pausing for a moment, and without even bothering to straighten his somewhat disheveled robes, he got up, pushed open the door, and transformed into a blur as he rushed toward the top of the tower.

At the top of the tower, in the tower owner's office.

This is the central hub of the entire Wizard Tower, and the pinnacle of power.

A man named Moke, dressed in a gray robe and with white hair and beard, was flipping through a report on his desk, his brow furrowed, indicating his dissatisfaction with its contents.

Seeing Malik burst in, Mok raised his eyelids and asked calmly:

"What? That little guy just went in not long ago, right? In such a short time, we shouldn't be able to tell what kind of quality he has yet."

"No! Tower Master!"

Malik took a deep breath, trying to calm his turbulent emotions, but his voice still trembled slightly:

"This is a wonderful surprise! A truly unexpected surprise!"

"Oh?" Moke looked up.

Malik rarely loses his composure like this, which suggests that there must be a truly special situation this time.

Then, Mackley poured out the intelligence he had gathered from Tyrone's side in a very fast and logical manner.

The sordid deal between the Lord of Lion City and the Gluttony Cult, the bloody sacrifices in the Silent Mountains, the conspiracy targeting the Hoffman family bloodline...

And most importantly—the successful upgrade of the Sun Wizard Tower was secretly aided by the city lord.

Are you sure?!

Upon hearing the last part, Moke, who had been nonchalant and irritable, suddenly stood up, a terrifying glint flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

A terrifying mental pressure instantly swept through the entire room, and even the air seemed to freeze.

The over three-hundred-year-old shaman was also astonished by the harvest.

"I'm sure!"

Malik stated unequivocally:

"I believe in Magnus's abilities."

"Moreover, I just projected myself there and personally killed a full-rank acolyte of the Gluttony Order—that's irrefutable proof!"

"If Magnus hadn't consumed a significant amount of that acolyte's abyssal magic, I really wouldn't have been able to kill him instantly."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Moke suddenly threw his head back and laughed, his laughter filled with a long-lost joy and exhilaration:

"Well done! Excellent work!"

The old wizard paced back and forth in the room, his eyes gleaming with calculations like intricate gears.

A few seconds later, he stopped and gave the order in a deep voice:

"This is a crucial opportunity to earn merit. You are in charge of leading the report! Immediately use your highest authority to notify the Wizarding Alliance!"

"This immense favor and achievement must be firmly in the hands of our Kane Wizard Tower! I will personally travel to the Silent Mountains!"

"Give these people salvation from the Tower of Cain!"

After saying that, Moke flipped his hand, and an exquisite token that shimmered with blue-green light appeared out of thin air and was tossed to Malik.

"Take this! This is the Tower Master's order."

"From this moment forward, all resources and personnel within the tower are at your disposal! Make sure you become the leader this time!"

The moment the words left his mouth, space distorted.

Mok's aged figure vanished instantly, leaving only a massive magical fluctuation in the air.

Malik gripped the cold Tower Master's Token tightly in both hands, feeling the supreme authority it contained, his heart pounding violently.

He took a deep breath, looked out the window towards the silent mountains, and sighed once more:

"Tyron...you've given me a wonderful surprise."

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