The Wizard: Starting with Infinite Part-Time Jobs

"However, to lend you a hand, I have an invisibility cloak here, which I'll give you. It can be used for one hour."

Dean Mephisto pulled a completely black wand from the armrest of his chair.

With a flick of his wrist, a pale red halo appeared at the tip of his staff, spreading outwards before slowly stabilizing.

Immediately afterwards, a beam of light shot out from the tip of the staff, exploded in mid-air, and turned into countless tiny specks of light.

The points of light quickly converged and eventually condensed into a pale gray cloak as thin as a cicada's wing.

The cloak hung there in front of Aiden, its edges fluttering gently, as if an invisible wind was blowing.

"An invisibility cloak? That's a good thing!"

Aiden licked his lips, his eyes suddenly lighting up. He couldn't suppress the urge to smile.

He thought that Dean Mephisto was going to be extremely stingy.

Unexpectedly, this old fox was quite generous at the crucial moment.

"As for the other magical items and artifacts, you can exchange them yourself. Your achievement of becoming a wizard has earned you points, which can be exchanged for one artifact or two magical items," Dean Mephisto said with a smile.

Then, he waved his wand, and a translucent piece of parchment flew out from the tip of the wand.

The text was densely packed with small characters, and each line of text was accompanied by a rough sketch.

"Witchcraft artifacts are divided into three main categories: auxiliary, offensive, and defensive. They are all listed here," Dean Mephisto explained.

The dean tapped the parchment with the tip of his wand, indicating that he should read it from beginning to end.

Aiden's eyes lit up.

He immediately held the parchment up to him, his eyes quickly scanning the writing on it, examining it very carefully.

It contains all sorts of magical artifacts, all suitable for wizard apprentices.

These are things I wouldn't even dare to dream of normally.

It's important to know that most wizard apprentices might never own a single wizarding artifact in their entire lives, while Aiden can exchange for one directly.

Dean Mephisto, standing to the side, didn't urge him. He slowly raised his right hand, flicking out a wisp of magic as thin as a hair from his fingertip. That wisp of magic entered the teapot on the table.

The amber-colored tea poured itself into the cup, filling it in the blink of an eye.

"The parachute that Senior Sister Iseli gave me is a defensive magical artifact. It can withstand ranged attacks. As for offensive magical artifacts, they are useless to me for now, because my cultivation level is still that of a mid-level wizard apprentice."

"The power of offensive magical artifacts is related to the wizard's mental strength. Even if I use an offensive magical artifact, it's difficult for me to defeat a high-level wizard apprentice, so I haven't used it for the time being," Aiden continued.

"Then let's make a support-type magical artifact," Aiden said after thinking for a moment.

His gaze swept over the yellowed parchment scroll.

"The fewest auxiliary magical artifacts are four in total. One of them is a pair of dark green shoes called Swamp Boots, which can increase walking speed and greatly reduce the sound of walking." Aiden looked at a pair of shoes in the catalog and muttered to himself.

"There are two more items, which are to enhance the power of spells. I don't need them for now; with my current level of sorcery, I can't improve them much. To achieve my goal this time, I still need to rely on the archers' strength," Aiden said after a moment's thought.

"There's also a support-type magical artifact, a pair of fox ears, which can enhance hearing and allow one to hear sounds that ordinary people cannot detect, preventing being ambushed." Aiden frowned, looking at the last magical artifact.

"These fox ears are conflicting with my bio-radar, so I don't need them for now. I'll stick with these swamp boots," Aiden thought.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving.

"With these swamp boots, I can fight guerrilla warfare. After all, not every place can be traversed with a magic broom," Aiden continued to think.

"Dean, I've made up my mind."

"Just exchange these swamp boots for me," Aiden said with a smile.

His lips curled up slightly, and he looked relaxed, his shoulders no longer as tense as before.

"Are you sure you don't want to look at the others? These boots are actually quite helpful for escaping," Dean Mephisto said, pushing up his glasses with a somewhat surprised expression.

"This one is fine, I don't need anything else for now." Aiden shook his head.

"Alright, I'll give you the swamp boots."

After saying that, Dean Mephisto tapped his wand lightly, and the moment the tip of the wand touched the air, a circle of light green patterns spread out from the tip of the wand.

A pair of boots that smelled of fresh grass appeared in front of Aiden.

A muddy smell mixed with the scent of grass wafted through the air, and a thin layer of water mist even seeped from the ground, with a few small blades of grass still clinging to the boots.

He continued, "Every magical artifact possesses a life of its own, especially those crafted by the natural environment. These swamp boots originated from a fifty-square-meter ink swamp, painstakingly crafted by a magical artifact apprentice. They have been passed down for hundreds of years, changing hands many times before finally being acquired by my Rune Courtyard."

The old man's voice was unhurried, as if he were telling a long-ago story. His fingers gently caressed the wand, his thumb sliding back and forth on it, making a soft rubbing sound. His eyes were half-closed, as if he were recalling something, and a faint smile played on his lips.

"I see." Aiden nodded and took the swamp boots, beginning to stroke them.

It feels cold to the touch and sticky.

As soon as his fingers touched the boot, a thin layer of moisture adhered to it, and his fingertips felt a slippery sensation, as if he were touching a piece of leather that had been soaked in water.

There are several dents on the boot surface, making it feel uneven to the touch.

Aiden put it on and walked around on the floor.

It made almost no sound when you stepped on it.

The only sound was a very faint "rustling" as the soles of the shoes made contact with the wooden planks, like a snake gliding through the grass.

He took three or four steps, but the floor remained completely silent, without even an echo.

A soft, yielding sensation came from the soles of my feet, and each step felt steady and solid.

"Not bad, it feels like there's no sound when I walk." Aiden grinned.

He looked down at his feet, then looked up at the ground.

"It just makes the floor dirty easily."

The once smooth wooden floor is now covered with shoe prints, each a clear, dark green imprint, like marks left by footsteps in mud.

Aiden was also a little embarrassed.

"It's alright, as long as you like it." Dean Mephisto waved his hand.

A series of small wisps of water vapor appeared at the tip of the wand.

The water vapor clung to the floor, slowly moving along, leaving no trace of the shoes in its wake. The last clump of water vapor dissipated into nothingness in the air, leaving not even a water stain.

Fortunately, not a single wisp of water vapor was wasted after the cleaning.

"So strong," Aiden thought to himself.

He felt that the dean's use of witchcraft was far superior to that of his senior sister, Iseley.

As expected of a veteran first-ring wizard!

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