The Wizard: Starting with Infinite Part-Time Jobs

"I'm not making this up," Annie pouted, her cheeks puffed out, and said angrily. "After spending more than a day with him, I think Aiden is a really capable person who doesn't brag, and he's good-looking too."

Aiden: "..."

"Alright, Junior Sister Annie, you don't need to argue for me. I stand by what I said." Aiden patted Annie on the shoulder.

Annie blushed instantly when he patted her, and lowered her head without saying a word.

Then, Aiden squatted down, picked up a piece of wood with both hands, and deftly plucked all the mushrooms off it. As he tore them off, juice splattered onto his hands.

He didn't mind, placed the mushrooms on a stone slab to the side, picked up a small stick, and mashed the mushrooms into juice.

He found a wormhole-like opening in the wood and slowly poured the sap into it.

A few seconds later, something amazing happened: the wood turned reddish-orange at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it had been dyed with an orange.

The surrounding air felt acidic.

"This is rare hawthorn wood." Senior Sister Iserly's eyes lit up, and she blurted out, clapping her hands excitedly.

Aiden nodded, patted the residue off his hands, and said, "That's right, this is hawthorn wood. Hawthorn wood actually has a symbiotic relationship with these mushrooms. When these mushrooms fall, they carry hawthorn wood seeds and spread them everywhere. If these mushrooms squeeze out all their sap and let the hawthorn wood reabsorb it, it will regain its original luster."

Aiden spoke eloquently and persuasively.

Garrosh's face darkened, his once fair and handsome face twitched, his jaw clenched tightly, and his teeth made a "crunching" sound.

He never imagined that his knowledge would be inferior to that of a newcomer to the wizarding world—how could this be?!

His ambition is to inherit the legacy of his senior sister Iselly and become a wand maker of considerable status in the future.

By then, even if he is not a formal wizard, his status will be comparable to that of a formal wizard.

But Aiden's appearance has given him a lot of sense of crisis.

"Damn, this guy must have been bluffing."

Garrosh clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, and roared inwardly.

"These are all just coincidences," Garrosh said, forcing a smile. His face flushed, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his hands unconsciously clenched the hem of his clothes.

"How could it be a coincidence?" Annie shook her head, a mocking smile on her face. She crossed her arms and swayed gently.

"Coincidence? You're really giving yourself too much credit," Aiden thought to himself, a barely perceptible sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

The timber shed was filled with a faint scent of wood, and all around were piles of various kinds of timber, some thick and some thin and long, arranged haphazardly.

Afterwards, Aiden went to the lumberyard and picked out a batch of wood, his movements practiced and swift.

He would examine each piece of wood carefully, tapping it gently with his fingers, using the wood identification methods in his mind to find it.

There are even a few pieces of wood that are considered quite valuable inside.

Garrosh stared wide-eyed at Aiden's busy figure, his mouth agape, but no sound came out.

This left Garrosh completely speechless; he stood frozen in place, as if under a spell.

As for Senior Sister Iseli, who resembled a little loli, she was leisurely leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed over her chest. Her gaze toward Aiden grew increasingly interested, and she revealed a faint smile.

……

Half an hour later.

"Look, Senior Sister, that's about it." Aiden said with a smile, pointing to a large pile of seemingly discarded but actually valuable wood that he had picked out.

He dusted off his hands, a confident expression on his face.

"Yes, there are several types of wood I need inside. You know, many types of wood come from other worlds, and it would take a lot of my effort to buy them. This batch of wood was purchased in bulk from the Wand Association. I don't know what's inside, so I can only let the giant Ballow select it." Senior Sister Iseli paused, then continued, walking to the pile of wood, squatting down, and picking up a piece of wood to examine it carefully.

"I thought he only wasted 10%, and I was a little upset, but I didn't expect him to waste even more. Fortunately, you came along and saved me a lot of resources." Senior Sister Iseley stood up, dusted herself off, and smiled with relief.

"Aiden, you're amazing!" Annie exclaimed, covering her mouth. Her eyes sparkled, and her face was full of surprise and admiration.

Upon hearing Itheri's praise, Garrosh secretly clenched his fists, and the veins on his arms bulged.

He comforted himself, saying, "So what if I can select wood? At best, I'll just be the next Ballow, or at most a high-ranking servant. Unlike me, I have the talent to become a wand maker. My status will surely rise in the future."

He forced a stiff smile, but his eyes betrayed his jealousy.

Aiden smiled and said, "There's really no need to waste resources. I wouldn't have said it if I wasn't worried about it, Senior Sister Iseli."

His smile was sincere and genuine.

Senior Sister Iseli nodded, took out a bag of magic stones from the pouch at her waist, tossed it lightly, and said, "This is your reward, Aiden. I'm someone who strictly adheres to the principle of equivalent exchange."

Aiden paused for a moment, then reached out and caught the magic stone. Feeling its heavy weight, a look of surprise appeared on his face. He nodded and accepted it with a smile.

He earned the bag of magic stones, which contained nearly 50 stones, in less than an hour.

This also shows how wealthy wand makers are.

The wood in this room will all be used to make wands, so I suppose Senior Sister Iseli will make a lot of money from it.

Thinking of this, Aiden hesitated, opening his mouth and then closing it again.

He wanted to learn wand-making from his senior sister, Ithelie.

After all, there's still no indication of unlocking a new class on his class panel.

Aiden estimated that he would need to spend some time in Ithelly's lab to learn the ropes and unlock the skill.

Moreover, it would be rather strange if he suddenly developed the talent of a wand maker without having a master.

Keep in mind that this is the wizarding world, not the continent of Aurelius. Who knows what methods those wizards will use to investigate him?

So Aiden had already thought it through: if he were to acquire a profession, it would be best to do so only when someone was guiding him, so as not to appear too abrupt.

Annie, standing next to Aiden, glanced at Aiden's expression, then looked at Garrosh, whose face was ashen and whose lips were tightly pursed.

Annie's dark eyes darted around, and a thought struck her.