Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Seeing the bone fragments in Lynn's hands, Harold's smile widened, and he continued to describe his various inventions.

Lynn didn't find it too boring, after all, it was the whimsical ideas of a formal wizard over a hundred years, which could bring him some inspiration.

At that moment, Thomas came out carrying two cups of "Rotten Soul Moss Tea" that were emitting an eerie gray-green mist.

He gently placed the teacups in front of Lynn and Harold, then silently stepped aside, head bowed, hands clasped awkwardly in front of him.

He had heard Lynn and Harold's conversation clearly from the inner room.

With just a few words, a thousand magic stones.

In order to save enough resources to advance to the second-class apprentice level, he worked odd jobs, took on private jobs, and repaired cheap undead in Harold's shop. In a whole year, he only saved less than 600 contribution points, which is equivalent to about 50 or 60 magic stones.

The gap is... too big.

Thomas's lips moved, as if he really wanted to ask Lynn for some "guidance" on a little gadget he'd been tinkering with lately.

An "exoskeleton device" that can increase the dexterity of undead arms.

But the words stuck in his throat.

His thing... was too rudimentary and crude, not even worth fifty magic stones, and was completely unworthy of Lynn's current "golden words".

Hmm... I think I still owe Lynn a modified zombie, right?

Lynn had given him pointers on the neural transmission system and other minor issues of his "tin zombie," saving him a lot of trouble.

But think about your highest level 1 modified zombie, and then think about Lynn's status as a formal wizard.

Okay, let's not embarrass ourselves by showing it off.

He could only stand silently in the corner, watching the boy who had once walked out of Black Swamp City just like him, and who had stood with him on the deck in the cold sea breeze.

Now he sits in the main seat, conversing on equal footing with second-ring wizards, his words worth a fortune.

Harold politely offered Lynn a taste of the ominous-smelling tea.

Lynn first carefully analyzed it, and then used his mental power to probe it, but found no problems.

Only then did he slowly pick up the teacup and take a small sip.

The tea was bitter, with a strong aroma of humus and the dregs of the soul; it was not pleasant to drink.

I remember that "Rotten Soul Moss Tea" seemed to be able to slowly nourish the soul, but it was of little use to Lynn's powerful soul.

But he still politely took two sips and then put the cup down.

"The tea is good." He stood up. "Master Harold, I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now."

"Oh, please sit a little longer!" Harold quickly stood up to see him off. "Thomas, quickly see Lord Lynn out!"

"No need." Lynn waved her hand, looked at the slightly flustered Thomas, and said calmly.

"Practice diligently, and I hope to hear your formal wizarding announcement one day."

This was the first time Lynn had spoken to Thomas today, and it was also Lynn's expectation, after all, they came from the same city.

Thomas is a good person and works hard, but unfortunately he lacks talent.

Of the group that came out of Blackswamp City, only Thomas and Lillian remain.

Lillian could rely on her devoted boyfriend, but Thomas could only rely on himself.

Thomas shuddered, looked up at Lynn, and his eyes welled up with tears.

Lynn... actually believed he could become a full-fledged wizard!

This rekindled his hope.

Thomas nodded vigorously: "Yes... Lord Lynn, I will definitely work hard in my training!"

Lynn said no more, turned and walked out of the shop.

There were quite a few items in the shop, but they weren't very useful to Lynn right now.

Moreover, many of Harold's works have some minor flaws.

Those flying devices are fine for getting around, but if they malfunction while you're trying to escape, it could be a real disaster.

I can easily replace it with more stable witchcraft.

Harold escorted Lynn to the door until she disappeared into the crowd at the market, then stroked his beard, returned to the shop with a satisfied air, and muttered to himself:

"Wow, this is amazing... A thousand magic stones for so much crucial guidance, what a steal! I need to test its effectiveness right away. If it really works, then..."

Thomas stood there, staring blankly in the direction Lynn had gone, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He knew that the gap in strength would widen the gap between the originally relatively equal individuals.

This is the law of the wizarding world, and it is also the path he himself chose.

After a long while, he silently turned around, returned to his workbench, and picked up the crude "exoskeleton device" to look at it for a long time.

Finally, he disassembled it into parts and threw it into the waste bin.

"Not good enough..." he muttered to himself, unfolding a new design. "It needs to be better..."

...

After leaving "Harold's Gears and Bones", Lynn continued to wander around Ghost Market.

He first went into a shop with a sign that depicted three intertwined crows – “Three Crows News Agency”.

This is a well-known communication and witchcraft shop inside the Bone Spire.

The shop was small, and behind the counter sat a drowsy elderly apprentice. Upon sensing the aura of a formal wizard emanating from Lynn, he immediately perked up.

"What type of communicator do adults need? We have all kinds of the latest communicators here."

"Short-range 'Bone Raven Messenger,' mid-range 'Soulfire Resonance Stone,' or 'Void Beacon' capable of cross-dimensional communication?"

Lynn pondered for a moment.

He is about to be stationed in the main world, and it is necessary for him to contact the Academy, but the interdimensional communicator is expensive and troublesome to maintain.

A reliable device is also needed for communication within the main world.

"We need a communicator that can be used stably in the main world, has a maximum communication range of no less than 500 kilometers, and can periodically synchronize data with the Academy's 'Towering Network'."

Lynn made a request.

The elderly apprentice's eyes lit up, and he took out a palm-sized obsidian slab from under the counter:

"Look at this—'Shadow Erosion Slab,' a second-circle sorcerer artifact with a built-in Shadow Beacon. It can communicate in real time as long as it is in an area covered by shadow energy."

"It is compatible with most communicators on the market, enabling seamless communication and messaging."

"Maximum communication range is 800 kilometers. It can automatically synchronize information with the Tower Spirit Network once a day, receiving academy announcements, mission updates, etc. Price... 1200 magic stones."

A second-ring witch artifact... 1200 magic stones, what a bargain!

You should know that the "Undead Ring" he bought during his apprenticeship cost a full five hundred magic stones.

However, these mass-produced, standardized magical artifacts have a very wide audience, and since they are based on the principle of small profits and quick turnover, it would be good to earn a hundred or so magic stones after deducting costs.

Lynn took the stone tablet and, after analyzing it, found that it was basically consistent with the old apprentice's description.

"Can we test it?" Lynn asked.

"Of course!" The old apprentice took out a matching test stone and demonstrated on the spot.

After being infused with soul energy, the two stone slabs were covered with a dark light screen, allowing for smooth transmission of text information and good stability of the shadow beacon.

Lynn nodded: "I'll take it, and I'll also provide three spare energy crystals."

"Alright! The stone slab costs 1200 magic stones, and each spare crystal costs 80 magic stones, so three crystals cost 240 magic stones, totaling 1440 magic stones. Let me round it down to 1400 magic stones!"

Lynn readily paid the bill and put the stone slab and crystal into the ring.

Formal wizards make money easily, but they also spend it incredibly fast.