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

Tyron shook the blood off his hands, his movements as natural as if he had just killed a chicken.

He bent down and pulled the silver-gray ceremonial sword from the burly man's gradually cooling corpse.

Although the sword was stained with blood, one could still feel the magical fluctuations contained within it.

"What are you doing?!"

Virgil questioned sharply, his face so dark it seemed to drip water.

Tyron wiped the ceremonial sword on the burly man's clothes, casually tucked it into his own waistband, tilted his head slightly, and said with an air of matter-of-fact:

"According to Article 7 of Chapter 3 of the Imperial Wizard Duel Code, the victor has the right to claim the spoils of war from the loser."

"This sword is now my trophy."

Just as Virgil was about to lash out, Locke and Cathy, who had finally recovered from their shock, immediately stepped forward and shielded Tyrone behind them.

Locke sneered, his sharp eyes fixed on Virgil:

"That's right, that's the rule."

"What? You people from the Sunfire Wizard Tower lost the match, lost the duel, and now you're not even going to abide by the most basic dueling rules?"

Although Cathy was still a little scared, she pursed her lips tightly and nodded vigorously to show her support.

Seeing this, Joyce and Virgil's faces turned extremely grim.

They stared intently at the sword at Tyron's waist. They didn't care about the magical artifact worth 830 purple gold coins; what they cared about was their face!

In the end, Virgil could only grit his teeth and squeeze out a sentence:

"Let's go!"

After saying that, he led his group of apprentices from the Blazing Sun Tower away from the scene in a sorry state, without even having time to collect the burly man's corpse.

As they watched their disheveled figures leave, thunderous cheers and applause erupted all around.

The match ended with a clean sweep by the Wizard Tower of Kane.

Tyronn silently took out a body bag and said to Ike, who was staring blankly and in shock, "Come on, lend a hand!"

……

Meanwhile, at the top of the Wizard Tower, near Kane.

This is the power center of the entire Wizard Tower, and also the place with the widest view.

Clutching a silver mirror engraved with intricate patterns tightly in his hand, Markley's face beamed with barely concealed excitement as he strode through the long corridor and pushed open the heavy obsidian door.

"What's wrong?"

Moke, who was reading documents behind his desk, looked up slightly.

This third-level archmage, who had lived for over three hundred years, had white hair and beard, and his face was etched with the lines of time, but his eyes remained as deep as the sea, exuding a chilling wisdom and majesty.

Macley strode over, placed the silver mirror on the table, and infused it with a trace of magic.

hum!

A ripple appeared on the surface of the silver mirror, which then projected a clear holographic image.

This was the entire process of the match and duel that just took place in front of the rune shop.

Moke watched quietly.

From Tyron pulling out the bone flute and shocking everyone, to his clever way of giving credit to Locke and Cathy, and finally to that thrilling duel and counterattack.

When he saw Tyron sever the strong man's head with a single stroke, Moke's two white eyebrows twitched slightly.

Only when the video ended and the cheers of the crowd filled his ears did Moke nod slightly, a look of satisfaction on his face.

"I know these two children. They are descendants of the Sarah and Hoffman families, and they are also your students."

Moke pointed to the boy in the image standing in the shadows, with a humble smile on his face:

"Is this one too?"

Macley nodded respectfully, his tone carrying an undisguised pride:

"Yes, great-grandfather."

"His name is Tyron Arthas Magnus, and I discovered and trained him myself."

"It's fair to say he's the best student in his class, bar none."

"He has exceptional logical thinking skills, a superb memory, and... he is loyal and reliable."

Moke put down his quill and asked with great interest:

How do you know?

Markley took a deep breath and then gave a concise report on what had happened over the past week.

The story revolves around Old Jack's death and his funeral arrangements, Tyronn's astonishing speed in learning runes, his exceptional work efficiency, and his shrewd handling of interpersonal relationships.

Upon hearing this, Moke's astonishment deepened.

He looked down again at the boy in the silver mirror, as if trying to see through the image to his soul.

"How can someone so young possess such shrewdness and composure?"

"Are you sure... he wasn't possessed by some old monster?"

Markley shook his head, his tone resolute:

"The possibility of that is almost zero."

"I used the rune token my father left me to perform a close-up test on him."

"No signs of soul disorder were detected, nor was any discrepancy between consciousness and spirituality found."

"There are only two possibilities in this situation: either he is a pure genius, or the old monster that is parasitizing him is too high-level for us to find out, and we can't afford to mess with it."

After listening, Moke gave a thoughtful "hmm".

He looked up, gave Macley a deep look, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips:

"I thought you were usually indifferent to worldly affairs and didn't care much about these power struggles."

"But I never expected that you would perfectly inherit your father's skills in managing people."

Markley smiled, said nothing, and simply bowed his head respectfully.

Moke tapped his fingers lightly on the obsidian tabletop, making a rhythmic tapping sound.

"This is indeed a rare talent."

"Judging from your performance and what you just said, this child will not only achieve great things academically in the future, but will also be a master of political maneuvering."

"Tell me, what are your plans?"

"Promote him directly to your core apprenticeship? Give him the best resources?"

Macley shook his head, a cold, rational glint in his eyes:

"No."

"That would only make him a target of public criticism."

"Furthermore, my testing of this child is not over yet."

"The basic qualities and abilities have been tested. What remains... is the core character."

Markley looked up, his gaze fixed intently on Mok:

"Therefore, I would like to request a 'Moonlight Holy Sword Amulet' from you."

"After the exam, I will send him directly to a hunting team outside the city for a month."

"Give him ample funds and authority to be in charge of acquiring and managing monster corpses for the Wizard Tower."

"I want to see if he will feel resentful and become disloyal after he has made great contributions but has not been given important responsibilities and has instead been exiled to the outskirts of the city to suffer."

"I also want to see if, when he has huge sums of money and power in his hands and there is no one to supervise him, he will become arrogant, fall into greed, and start to deceive his superiors and subordinates."

Upon hearing this, a thoughtful look flashed in Moke's wise eyes.

"Human nature cannot withstand testing."

"What if he really does fall into this state of depravity?"

Mackley's voice turned cold and ruthless:

"That can only mean that this guy is a master of disguise and an extremely capable thief."

"Even if he becomes incredibly powerful and achieves countless feats in the future, he will not show any gratitude or benefit to our Wizard Tower."

"I will personally nip it in the bud."

Moke was silent for a moment, then said leisurely:

"This is a high-stakes gamble."

MacLehose took a deep breath, his eyes resolute:

"But what if he passes the test successfully..."

"I hope he can qualify for the 'Holy Sword Dungeon' this year."

Moke pondered for two seconds, then let out a long sigh:

"Your political maneuvering and skills in managing people are exactly the same as your father's."

"it is good."

Markley was overjoyed and quickly bowed:

"Thank you, great-grandfather! I will definitely not let you down!"

Moke turned and walked to the obsidian bookshelf next to him, and pulled open a hidden drawer.

He took out a pendant shaped like a cross.

It was an exquisite silver broadsword, its blade engraved with countless fine runes, radiating a faint, cool glow like moonlight.

"May the moonlight protect you and your students, my child."

Mok handed the amulet to Macley, his eyes filled with glory and pride.

The Moonlight Sword is the symbol of the Kane Wizard Tower and the source of their glory.

During the Third Abyss Expedition a thousand years ago, there was a saint named Ludwell who was guided by the Moon Goddess.

Wielding the Moonlight Holy Sword, he led the Pure Holy Sword Team, like a sharp dagger piercing the heart of the abyss.

They slayed countless abyssal monsters, and in the end, to cover the retreat of the main force, they remained forever in that dark world.

The ancestor of the Kane family was Ludwell's lieutenant.

Because of his merits in that battle, he became a regional lord, which gradually developed into the present-day Kane Wizard Tower.

This Moonlight Holy Sword amulet was forged from fragments of the shattered holy sword of our ancestor.

Each fragment contains the bloodline imprint of the Kane family and the blessing of the holy moonlight.

Not only will the holder receive the protection of the moonlight, but they will also resonate and connect with their direct bloodline.

In the event of mortal danger, the amulet's power can be activated, allowing a wizard of direct blood to instantly descend to the holder's side in the form of a spiritual avatar.

Just as Markley was about to leave, Moke suddenly spoke up to remind him:

"Don't forget to remind your students."

"Do not attempt to test the power within the amulet with your mental energy; that is an extremely dangerous act."

Markley paused, turned around, and smiled:

"It's better not to tell him this kind of thing."

"Often, the more you warn him, the more curious he becomes and the more he wants to try it."

"On the contrary, when he is in a state of ignorance, he will not take it seriously and treat it as an ordinary ornament."

After saying this, Markley bowed, turned and strode away.