The Wizard: Starting with Infinite Part-Time Jobs

The transfiguration scrolls are Aiden's property, and he can dispose of them as he pleases.

If Bondi hadn't struck up a conversation with him when he came out, and if he hadn't met Galatea, he wouldn't have had the opportunity to earn money in the part-time area, and it would have been difficult for him to get to where he is today.

It should be noted that the cultivation resources provided by Mr. Ford were neither too much nor too little, but the time he spent was obviously more than the cultivation resources he received.

"Aiden, you've finally figured it out!" Bondi jumped up excitedly, picked up the wine glass on the table with both hands, toasted Aiden, and said with a smile.

"Thank you, Aiden." Galatea smiled back, gracefully raising her glass with both hands to toast Aiden.

Unlike Bondi, who could endlessly demand resources from the King, she also found part-time work in the part-time district, knowing full well how difficult it was to acquire resources.

Like Aiden's Transfiguration Spell Scroll, the writing on it will last longer, so you can learn it yourself and then lend it to others to read in exchange for resources.

But Aiden is still very generous in sharing it now.

The three chatted about their future plans. Bondi was excited and spoke loudly about his ideas, while Galatea listened quietly, occasionally interjecting.

They all agreed to board the next wizard ship and head to the wizarding world.

Soon, the three said their goodbyes.

After the three left, in a corner of the tavern, Vera, a girl with two-colored pupils, sat with an empty wine glass on the table in front of her.

She downed the wine in one gulp, slamming the glass down on the table with a clatter, and said resentfully, "Damn it, Galatea smiled so brightly at that commoner boy. She's never smiled at me like that before."

……

A month has passed.

Aiden has completely memorized the Zero-Ring Trick—the non-elemental magic arrow and the Polymorph spell.

He took the time to give Galatea the transfiguration scroll.

Galadriel promised to finish learning in the shortest possible time and hand it to Bondi before the writing stopped.

During this period, he continued to go to the experimental area every day to take care of Ms. Ollie's experimental organisms, just as he always had.

As he tended to the last creature, there was a knock at the door.

"Knock knock knock".

The sound wasn't loud, but it was very clear.

"Who would knock on the door?" Aiden wondered.

Aiden reached out and pushed the door open.

Mr. Ironbeard, dressed in a black robe, stood outside the door, his long, tangled beard surging toward him, looking like a black tangled mess, quite eerie.

Aiden's heart skipped a beat, his smile froze instantly, and his lips twitched.

He never expected that Mr. Ironbeard, who kept to himself and never interfered with each other's affairs, would actually come to his door.

He had previously learned from Ms. Ollie that Mr. Ironbeard's cultivation was not as high as his, but he was still a high-level wizard apprentice.

They are also people Aiden can't afford to mess with.

More importantly, Aiden became increasingly suspicious that Quillins' death was related to Mr. Ironbeard.

Aiden quickly suppressed his inner turmoil, forced a respectful smile, and bowed, saying, "Mr. Ironbeard, what brings you here in person?"

Seeing Aiden's obedient expression, Mr. Ironbeard's lips curled into a smile. He said, "Well, I need to borrow a three-eyed sheep for my experiment. I'm sure you'll agree, right?"

After hearing this, Aiden cursed inwardly, "Damn it, that old dog clearly has no intention of returning it. Knowing that Ms. Ollie wasn't here, he started taking our lab's resources."

Aiden had trained this three-eyed sheep before, and there was only one in Ms. Ollie's laboratory.

Aiden remained expressionless, nodded slightly, and said, "Of course, Mr. Ironbeard."

He was no match for Mr. Ironbeard, the high wizard apprentice. Faced with such a formidable foe, even if he was reluctant to part with the Three-Eyed Sheep, he had no choice but to temporarily yield.

He clenched his fists tightly at his sides, his nails digging deep into his palms.

"You borrow a sheep from me today, and I'll return it to you twofold another day," Aiden vowed to himself.

Mr. Ironbeard nodded, a satisfied smile appearing particularly eerie on his wrinkled face.

Before leaving, he smiled and said to Aiden, "Your name is Aiden, right? I'll be coming next week to borrow Zapdos. Please take good care of it while I'm gone."

Watching Mr. Ironbeard's departing figure, Aiden's respect vanished instantly, replaced by rage.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it."

……

At this moment, in Mr. Tetsuya's laboratory.

The laboratory was filled with a pungent smell of chemicals, and various bottles and jars were scattered haphazardly on the lab bench, some of which were emitting strange fumes.

He looked at the three-eyed sheep he had just received and a smile spread across his face, a smile like that of a cunning fox spotting its prey.

The three-eyed sheep was kept in a small iron cage, bleating anxiously and trembling incessantly.

Mr. Ironbeard laughed and said, "That old woman, Ollie, is finally gone. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to get this extremely rare three-eyed sheep so easily."

Mr. Tetsu took a syringe-like container directly from the lab bench, the needle tip of which gleamed coldly.

He walked to the iron cage, opened it, and grabbed the three-eyed sheep. The sheep struggled desperately, its bleating becoming even more pitiful.

Mr. Ironbeard forcefully inserted the syringe into the three-eyed sheep's abdomen to draw blood. The three-eyed sheep struggled even more violently, kicking its four legs wildly and kicking up dust from the ground.

As he smoked, he continued, "That Aiden looks like an easy target. I reckon it won't be long before all the creatures in the Ollie Labs belong to me, Ironbeard."

After saying that, he burst into triumphant laughter, which echoed throughout the laboratory.

"But it's alright. Although my experimental project has been completed, I still need more samples to optimize it if I want to get a better rating."

Mr. Ironbeard glanced at the cabinet in the corner of the laboratory and said, "All my experimental results are in this cabinet. To ensure safety, I even set up a hidden magic circle, which cost me quite a few magic stones."

"What a pity, Quillins couldn't even withstand half a year's worth of blood and bone marrow extractions," Mr. Ironbeard said, shaking his head with regret. "What a waste of my magic stones."

"I'll have to hire another person to be my new assistant," Mr. Ironbeard said. As he spoke, he placed a vial of blood he had drawn on the lab table and took out a new syringe to continue drawing blood.

The three-eyed sheep visibly withered, its once smooth wool became disheveled, and its body became limp.

If Aiden or Ms. Ollie were here, they would be heartbroken.

Their extraction method allows them to obtain the maximum amount of blood while minimizing the lifespan of the three-eyed sheep.

However, Mr. Ironbeard's extraction speed would greatly compress the three-eyed sheep's vitality.

This three-eyed sheep probably won't even live for two months.

The three-eyed sheep opened and closed its mouth, making a weak "baa" sound, and its limbs hung limply.

Like most wizards, this rare three-eyed sheep was just a creature of little significance to Mr. Ironbeard.

He continued drawing blood with focused concentration, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world.

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