The Wizard: Starting as a Corpse Collector Apprentice and Paying for a Monthly Subscription

When Markley heard that Tyron had grasped the crux of the problem so quickly and even thought of paving the way for him as a mentor, he was even more satisfied.

This child is not only skillful with his hands, but also has a mind so sharp it's frightening.

"very good."

Macley stood up and patted his robe:

"Give me a live demonstration of your current skill in carving runes on bones."

"I want to see just how solid your fundamentals really are."

"Yes, mentor!"

Tyron picked up the purple diamond carving knife, his eyes instantly turning cold and focused.

He took out the purple diamond carving knife that shimmered with a dark purple light from his pocket, and then bent down to take out a cleaned piece of scapula from the cold storage compartment in the cellar.

"call……"

Tyron adjusted his breathing, his eyes instantly becoming focused and cold.

Although it doesn't have the 30-fold efficiency of the "Slacking Off Body," the muscle memory etched into the bone marrow is still incredibly clear.

For the past few days, he has been practicing at a high intensity for at least five hours every day. With the added efficiency of 30 times, it is equivalent to him carving non-stop for a full 19 days!

This frantic accumulation has now transformed into instincts built up in the muscles and nerves.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle.

The carving knife moved across the hard bone, producing a subtle and rhythmic friction sound.

Under MacLeod's gaze, Tyron's wrist was strong and powerful, like a precise mechanical arm, without the slightest tremor.

The blade twists and turns, each turn precisely hitting the optimal position of the magic node, and the depth of each cut is controlled just right.

Just over ten minutes later.

Tyron sheathed his knife and blew away the bone dust.

A small, exquisite, and perfectly looping core rune of "Dominate the Bones" was presented to Macley.

Markley picked up the bone fragment, gently tracing its smooth, flowing lines with his fingertips, his eyes filled with admiration.

"Very good, very good."

"It's clear that you haven't been slacking off these past few days; you've devoted almost all your energy to honing your skills."

"This steady technique is comparable to that of many senior apprentices at level seven or even level eight."

Markley put down the bone fragment, and a huge weight was finally lifted from his heart.

He had absolute confidence in Tyron's academic studies.

After all, this child not only has an amazing memory, but also excellent logical thinking skills.

Now that he sees how excellent she is in practical skills, even to the point of being talented, he is completely relieved.

"Prepare well for tomorrow's match and bring me glory."

After leaving those words, MacLehose transformed into a crow, flapped his wings, flew out the window, and disappeared into the night.

……

After his mentor left, Tyron did not slack off in the slightest.

He immediately closed the doors and windows, lit all the candles, and placed the three thick lecture notes on the table.

These three books don't even have names; they are simply handwritten on gray covers as "Lectures on Symbolic Literature," "Lectures on Ritual Studies," and "Lectures on Ancient Languages," respectively.

Each book is not thick, only about a hundred pages.

But when Tyron opened the contents, he was instantly captivated, even to the point of being obsessed.

Because the density of knowledge in it is simply frighteningly high!

This is not the kind of teaching material that the Wizarding Tower provides to the lower-level apprentices and the general public; it's truly "practical information" for its own people.

For example, the "Lectures on Rune Arts" not only explains in detail how to connect and resonate two rune arrays, but also lists the operation process of "hot patching" when one of the two arrays malfunctions while they are running simultaneously.

Furthermore, how to use mental power to create three-dimensional carvings and inscribe miniature magic arrays inside a three-dimensional crystal...

The most precious items are the annotations written in red ink.

That was the culmination of Markley's many years of hard work.

Often, the annotations are so precise that they specify the exact amount of mental energy to inject, the flow rate of magic power to control, the angle of deflection of magic power at turning points, and the proportions of different materials, etc.

It's like a seasoned veteran teaching you how to survive and kill enemies on the battlefield.

Tyron read with great eagerness, his brain working at lightning speed, greedily absorbing the knowledge.

Then, he opened the "Lectures on Ritual Studies".

This book mainly tells the story of how to establish a connection with the vast astral plane through complex rituals and allow one's spirit to complete a journey through the astral plane.

The techniques on how to protect one's mental safety and avoid being contaminated by astral creatures during travel were particularly eye-opening for Tyrone.

This is all incredibly valuable and life-saving knowledge!

As for "Lectures on Ancient Languages," it is much tedious.

It covers the dominant languages ​​used by the Classic Dynasties between the First and Third Ages:

The "Noble Dragon Language" of the First Era Holy Light Sun Royal Court is the cornerstone of elemental magic.

The "Ancient Elven Language" of the Second Age Goldenthorn Dynasty is the source of runes and nature magic.

The "Terra language of the Highlords" of the Golden Empire of the Third Age is the common language of souls and religious texts.

These three languages ​​are essential courses on the path to becoming a high-level wizard.

……

Tyronn didn't try to do too much at once.

He focused all his energy on the "Lectures on Talisman Literature" that he would use the next day, especially combining his practical experience from the past few days to verify the theories in the book.

Time passed by, second by second.

The moment when Tyrion completely mastered the entire "Lectures on Runecraft" and integrated it with Markley's annotations...

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His mind seemed to be boiling and sublimating, breaking through the ceiling of his thinking.

On the status panel, that line of data underwent a significant change:

[Knowledge: Rune Literature 0.8 → 1.0 (Formal Beginner)]

Although it was only a 0.2 improvement, it felt like opening a door to a new world for Tyronn.

The moment he advanced, he clearly felt his mind expand dramatically.

What were originally just lines and shapes in his eyes now seemed to come alive, transforming into a flowing, logically beautiful three-dimensional structure.

Looking back at what he had learned and trained over the past few days, and even at the book that had previously given him a headache, "The Complete Book of Basic Runes," he felt like a middle school student who had already mastered equations looking back at elementary school addition and subtraction word problems.

Previously, I could only see one path, but now I can instantly see several solutions.

Calm, casual, even with a hint of condescension.

Many of the knowledge points that he found difficult to understand and required rote memorization yesterday suddenly became clear and natural.

"Is this the power of internal knowledge?"

Many of the techniques and concepts here would take Tyron five or even ten years to figure out on his own.

The same skills and methods, mastered at 16 and mastered at 26, are two completely different things!

Tyron muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

This is a qualitative change in thinking, a complete absorption and crushing of lower-level knowledge after mastering a sufficiently high-level knowledge system.

When he came to his senses, the sky outside the window was already turning a pale white.

Before I knew it, it was already dawn.

Although he hadn't slept all night, his mental excitement made him feel no fatigue at all.

However, in order to maintain his physical condition, he forced himself to lie down on the bed and fall asleep quickly.

Twenty minutes later.

Tyron woke up on time, full of energy.

He cleaned the house and then, as usual, did a high-intensity physical workout.

After finishing his workout, he ate two apples to replenish his carbohydrates, and then took out his notes from last night for a final review and reinforcement.

……

9:00am.

The sunlight finally dispelled the morning mist.

Today is Sunday, a rare day of rest for the Wizard Tower.

Large groups of students emerged from the Wizard Tower, their faces beaming with relaxed smiles, ready to head to the city to enjoy their rare holiday.

Tyron also changed into a long robe that was washed to a pale but clean and tidy color.

He carried a specially made canvas bag containing the folded, blood-rune skeleton hound.

Upon arriving at the stable, he skillfully harnessed the horses to the carriage.

It was still that same black carriage used for collecting corpses, still carrying a faint smell of formaldehyde.

Although the Wizard Tower had taken a rare moment of mercy and suspended his corpse-collecting mission due to the approaching exams.

But the reason he still drove the car out was partly to try his luck and see if he could pick up a couple of fresh corpses.

And more importantly...

"This is the key prop for my upcoming show-off and humiliation."

Since this was a rare opportunity to become famous and raise his status, it was a "gilded radish post" specially tailored for him by his mentor.

Then naturally, you have to go all out with the pretentious act.