The Wizard: Starting with Infinite Part-Time Jobs

"It's just a little curse, it's nothing." Ms. Ollie shook her head, seemingly unconcerned. She gently patted her hair, as if to soothe something.

"Aiden, you must carefully select the biological materials used for organ modification in the future, otherwise you will end up like me, suffering from the hatred factors of the original organism from time to time after the modification is completed." Ms. Ollie's expression became serious.

Hate factor?

"Ms. Ollie, I don't understand." Aiden asked, looking puzzled, as he was hearing the term for the first time.

"In layman's terms, this creature carried the resentment of its death. After all, it was alive and well, with its own race and territory, and was even an extremely powerful species, only to be dismantled by the wizard and turned into organs." Ms. Ollie paused, then continued, "Do you think they could accept that?"

"That makes sense." Aiden nodded. If it were him, he wouldn't be willing to accept it either.

"But I also want to ask, since wizards are so powerful, can't they suppress the resentment of these creatures before they die? Or completely eliminate them?" Aiden asked.

"In most cases, it can be suppressed, but it starts to act up when I relax and my mental strength loosens up," Ms. Ollie explained to Aiden, letting out a soft sigh. "Or when a wizard begins to age and his mental strength deteriorates, he will also suffer greatly."

"I have a purple rattlesnake tail transplanted onto my scalp. It's a very special kind of snake that can sense even the slightest movements from a great distance, much more powerful than a regular rattlesnake." Ms. Ollie lifted a small section of her hair, and Aiden saw that it was covered in snake scales, with no human scalp at all. Goosebumps rose on his skin, and he couldn't help but shiver.

"Damn it, will I end up like this?" Aiden felt a surge of fear and subconsciously touched his scalp.

Aiden had seen Mr. Ironbeard, the boss of Quillins, whose beard looked like octopus tentacles, and he wondered what kind of creature had been transplanted from him.

"Are you scared? There have always been wizarding scholars in the wizarding world who have been dedicated to researching how to suppress these resentments. If they really succeed, it could truly change the entire wizarding world," Ms. Ollie said earnestly.

"It's almost time," Ms. Ollie said, putting down her newspaper. "Come with me."

Aiden nodded and followed Ms. Ollie into the house.

His steps were somewhat heavy, and he was still thinking about what Ms. Ollie had just said.

……

This is a room of nearly 30 square meters, with some strange decorations hanging on the walls, including animal bones and some unknown herbs.

A doe, over three meters long, with a thin layer of white mist covering her body, lay sprawled on a straw mat. The white mist swirled around her, as if draping her in a veil.

Beneath her were three arm-length fawns sleeping, looking adorable.

They would occasionally wiggle their little hooves, making a "ee-ee-ya-ya" sound.

Ms. Ollie and Aiden stood to one side.

"You've taken excellent care of this Mistwalking Deer. She finds the environment extremely comfortable, so much so that three juvenile Mistwalking Deer have been born," Ms. Ollie praised, a faint smile on her face.

The room was filled with a faint swampy atmosphere, and some devices simulating a swamp environment were placed in the corner, occasionally emitting a "hissing" sound, like bubbles rising in a simulated swamp.

"It's all I should do. I specially set up a swamp-like environment in this room to make the mist-walking deer feel like it's home," Aiden said modestly.

All this credit goes to his encyclopedia of circumcontinental biology.

"Unfortunately, this encyclopedia only records the creatures of our continent. As for creatures from the wizarding world or other places, I still know nothing about them," Aiden thought to himself.

"Yes, you've done your homework very carefully. So you also know that once this Mist-Walking Deer gives birth, she will age rapidly within a few days and eventually die naturally," Ms. Ollie said calmly, her tone undisturbed.

"Yes, I know. I will take good care of these three fawns." Aiden sighed softly.

"Therefore, in order to make full use of this Mist-Walking Deer, I will instruct you in the subject of Anatomy. As for the anatomical material, we will use this Mist-Walking Deer that has just given birth," Ms. Ollie said, her face showing no emotion.

"Isn't this a bit too cruel?" Aiden paused for a moment, then said with a look of reluctance.

"If you don't want to harm it, then you can only choose to harm other creatures, other more valuable creatures," Ms. Ollie insisted. "That is undoubtedly a waste and contradicts the theories of our natural school."

Aiden could vaguely sense that Ms. Ollie was guiding him toward the theories of the natural school, and he didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

After all, he had never been exposed to other schools of thought and knew nothing about them.

Aiden frowned, his eyes revealing confusion.

Aiden quickly stopped insisting and nodded, saying, "I understand, Ms. Ollie, let's do as you say."

"If you can't bear to part with it, I'll teach you again tomorrow at the latest. Until the day after tomorrow, its body will still be active. Once it ages, it won't be of much value for dissection," Ms. Ollie continued, pacing around the room as she spoke, her footsteps echoing. "After all, the purpose of our anatomy studies is to extract living biological materials, and aged biological materials, apart from being used as curse materials, usually have little value."

"Cursed materials?" Aiden asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Yes, this is a favorite of dark wizards." Ms. Ollie frowned as she said this, her face showing disgust.

A dark wizard? Aiden didn't ask any further questions.

He knew that with his current strength, he didn't need to know much about the wizarding world; he only needed to be exposed to it through observation and learning. He could simply keep what he didn't understand in mind and focus on the things in front of him.

"Thank you very much, Ms. Ollie. I will take good care of it these next few days."

Aiden put his fingers in his mouth and whistled.

"Beep—"

The whistling was sharp and loud, echoing throughout the room.

The Mist Deer seemed startled by the whistle, its ears twitched, and it slowly stood up. Its limbs trembled slightly, but it still tried its best to walk towards Aiden, nudging Aiden's hand with its head as if they had known each other for many years.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of these three for you from now on." Aiden said gently, stroking the head of the Mist Deer, his fingers running through its fur, and stuffing a handful of specially prepared fresh grass into its mouth.

The fresh grass emitted a faint fragrance. The deer opened its mouth, took a bite of the grass, and began to chew.

The large eyes of the mist-walking deer were shrouded in a thin mist.

Then it bent down and knelt down, its front legs bent and its hind legs slowly squatting down as well...

"You don't need to do that, don't worry," Aiden comforted it, crouching down and placing his hands on the Mist Deer's back, patting it gently.

This scene caught Ms. Ollie's eye, and her pupils involuntarily dilated.