Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Lynn has indeed been feeling rather bored these past few days.

Every few days, the academy would send someone to ask questions, and the questions always revolved around Malfa and the Chaos Egg.

Lynn was always very cooperative, answering whatever was asked with an open and honest attitude.

He really didn't have much to hide.

Killing Marfa was a counterattack, and the recording stone is irrefutable evidence.

The college asked him several rounds of questions, but they couldn't find any flaws in his story, not even the most difficult ones.

Later on, even the interrogators who came to ask questions became more polite.

Lynn wanted to go out, but the curfew was still in effect, so he could only keep his activities within the academy.

Ghost Market became a good place for him to pass the time.

Before leaving home today, he checked his asset list. He had enough magic stones and contribution points, but since he was at the academy, he should sort out the businesses he could take over.

Marfa is dead, but the shop she left behind still stands.

There are two main entities directly controlled by the authorities: "Marfa's Dream Corridor" and "Marfa's Soul Pawnshop".

They are all located in the heart of Ghost Market.

These two stores are in good locations with a stable customer base, and their apparent revenue is quite high.

In addition, there are some small shops that are indirectly controlled through their own henchmen, which together can generate a considerable amount of profit each year.

This is a considerable income for Lynn, much easier than working herself to the bone to answer people's questions.

News of Marfa's death had already spread throughout the market, after all, there were quite a few eyewitnesses in the teleportation zone.

As Lynn walked along, he could hear the apprentices by the roadside whispering among themselves, some of them discussing the shops.

Some people say that Dream Gallery is about to change hands.

Some say that the best items in the Soul Pawnshop have already been divided up by a few deacons.

Some say the college is planning to take back the two shops and run them themselves.

Some people are even speculating whether Lynn will personally take over.

Some of the apprentices recognized Lynn and stood up to respectfully bow and make way for him, no longer daring to strike up a conversation.

At Lynn's level, even if he killed some apprentices or even wizards in the street, the academy wouldn't take it too seriously unless it was extremely heinous.

Dying would be pointless.

Meanwhile, things have been just as turbulent in the two shops in Marfa these past two days.

In the back hall of the Dream Weaving Corridor, several deacons and apprentices huddled together, their faces etched with worry.

The shop manager, Basso, stood in the middle, arms crossed, his brow furrowed.

"The news is spreading more and more widely; there were two more groups of wizards loitering around the gate today," a tall deacon whispered.

"They're just waiting for an opportunity to take advantage of this opportunity."

Another apprentice chimed in, "Lord Basso, what should we do? We can't just sit here and wait, can we? How's that matter going?"

The "matter" the apprentice mentioned was the result of a discussion between the butlers and apprentices of the two shops.

Since Marfa's death was confirmed, both families have felt a sense of crisis, fearing that the "fat piece of meat" they have been embracing will bring disaster.

Without the protection of the "Holy Mark" wizards, they alone could not hold out.

After discussing it for a while, the group decided that instead of passively waiting for other wizards to get involved, they should take the initiative.

So he prepared to use these two shops as a pledge of allegiance to other Stigmata Wizards.

If successful, the shop will regain a powerful backer of the Saint Mark level, and they will be able to share in the benefits and continue working in the shop.

The idea was wonderful, but reality dealt them a heavy blow.

Basso rubbed his temples: "I told you not to panic, there shouldn't be any problems in the short term. I've already contacted three Stigmata, but none of them are willing to take on the task. I'm still contacting other Stigmata."

"You rejected them without even asking any questions?" The tall butler was unwilling to give up. "Our two shops are doing quite well financially; they're clearly a lucrative target."

"It's fat, that's true, but this piece of meat has Lynn's name on it," Basso said with a wry smile.

Along with the news of Marfa's death, news of Lynn's terrifying fighting prowess also broke.

He fought against twenty-three opponents, one of whom was the leader of the "Egg of Chaos," a being at the peak of the Saint Mark!

What terrifying combat power!

The academy's many sacred marks do not possess this ability, so naturally they dare not pluck Lynn's tiger whiskers.

Basso shook his head helplessly: "Those Stigmata are all incredibly sophisticated. News of Lynn killing Malfa has already spread, and even the evidence from the recording stone has been submitted, yet the academy hasn't taken any action against him. At a time like this, who would dare to take over Malfa's shop?"

"But Lord Lynn isn't here either," a young apprentice whispered.

"It's better if they don't come," the tall deacon said in a low voice.

"Let's just keep guarding it for now. If no one comes to collect it in time, won't the shop become our actual control? We can make a little money out of it then, who knows?"

Basso glanced at him but didn't reply.

He had considered this idea himself, but he always felt uneasy about it.

After all, these two shops are the top sellers of soul-related shops in Ghost Market, attracting the attention of many people.

Over time, wolves and tigers will inevitably covet it.

"Don't overthink it," Basso said finally. "Go back to the front, the shop has to stay open. If customers come and there's no one to greet them, then it's really over."

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from the front hall.

An apprentice rushed in, his face pale: "Lord Basso, Lord Lynn is here!"

The back hall fell silent instantly.

Everyone's expression froze.

"Who?" Basso's voice was strained.

"Lord Lynn! We've arrived at the door!"

Basso was startled, all his previous little schemes vanished in fear.

He pushed open the door to the back hall and led his men quickly towards the front hall.

Lynn stood at the entrance of "Marfa's Dream Corridor," looking around at the shop's layout.

The exterior of the shop is still dominated by dark purple vines and strings of crystal wind chimes, which make a clear and melodious tinkling sound in the wind.

I remember when I was an apprentice, I was attracted by the sound of these wind chimes during the third entry test, and I almost went in to become "material".

Now, times have changed. I never imagined that the little apprentice from back then would become a "Holy Mark" and come here as a "victor" to receive "spoils of war".

The shop remains the same as before, with memory threads flowing like mercury hanging on the walls and soft, undulating background music.

Basso led everyone to the door and bowed without saying a word.

Several apprentices' legs went weak and they knelt down.

"Lord Lynn, welcome!" Basso's voice trembled slightly.

"I am the manager of this shop, the second-circle wizard Basso. We have been preparing for your arrival for a long time."

Lynn glanced at him and nodded: "Stand up and talk."

Basso didn't dare to stand up completely, only slightly raising his head:

"My lord, now that Marfa is dead, these two shops will be your property from now on. Everything inside has been tidied up. Please inspect them."

"Let's go inside and talk." Lynn stepped inside.