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

Deep in the dense forest, sunlight is cut into tiny dappled spots by layers of leaves.

Three apprentices from the Sunfire Wizard Tower were trudging through the bushes, searching for the escaped rabbits.

The gaunt young man kicked away the rotten wood in front of him, cursing angrily:

"You shouldn't have stopped me! There's only one level one apprentice on the other side, what are we afraid of?"

"Look at his arrogant attitude, holding that broken wooden stick like he was some kind of expert... I wanted to just throw a fireball at his face and burn his deadpan expression to a crisp!"

At this moment, he completely forgot how cowardly he had been, with his legs weak and his throat dry, when he faced Tyrone's cold gaze.

The long-faced female apprentice stopped and glared at him coldly:

"Alright, you were almost scared to death just now, what's with the smugness now?"

"That guy exuded a murderous aura, and he was able to kill two magic-patterned rabbits instantly with a sharpened wooden spear, without even bleeding much... This suggests that he is very likely a professional hunter."

She took a deep breath and analyzed:

"If nothing unexpected happens, he should be the kind of 'rogue apprentice' who has never been to a proper wizarding tower and has been struggling at the bottom of society for many years."

"This kind of person is dangerous."

The tall young man standing to the side nodded, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"Agreed. Anyway, we still have two rabbits. As long as they don't fall into the hands of the Kane Wizard Tower, we'll consider our mission complete."

"Oh, right."

The long-faced female apprentice suddenly remembered something, and her expression became serious:

"Don't forget, we were told to pay attention to a first-class apprentice named 'Terren Magnus'."

"It's said that guy was a ruthless character who pretended to be weak but was actually strong; Mike died at his hands."

"The intelligence says that his signature feature is his ability to skillfully use [Magic Spike] for enchanting, and he is always accompanied by a skeletal hound with blood runes."

"Judging by the time, he should be arriving at the outpost soon."

Upon hearing this, the gaunt young man suddenly paused, his expression turning somewhat strange:

"Skillful use of magic thorns... Level One Apprentice..."

"That...could it be that guy from earlier?"

The three exchanged a glance, their expressions quite interesting.

the other side.

After scaring the three away, Tyron searched the surrounding area again.

Unfortunately, without someone else to help drive the prey away, the efficiency of "waiting for the rabbit to run into the tree stump" drops sharply.

He ran through the forest for two whole hours, but only managed to hunt down one lone Demon-Patterned Rabbit.

"The efficiency is too low."

Tyronn mentally calculated the costs:

"Each enchantment and activation of the flying sword requires 1 point of mental energy, and I have already used 5 points of mental energy."

"I'm completely drained after just two hunts; my stamina just won't hold up!"

Just then, a sharp and urgent whistle rang out through the mountains and forests.

The hunting season ended at 1:00 PM.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a wide open space.

More than 50 wizard apprentices dressed in various styles gathered here.

The crowd was clearly divided into four squares, each representing one of the four wizard towers.

At this moment, most people are showing off their spoils.

Directly in front of these four groups of apprentices stood two middle-aged men dressed in leather armor with serious expressions.

They were from the Bounty Guild and were the officials responsible for organizing and judging this hunting competition.

The leader was a slightly overweight man with a neat mustache and blond curly hair.

His name is Seven, a senior level 8 wizard apprentice and one of the leaders of this area.

Seven looked around, holding a thick ledger in his hand, cleared his throat, and announced loudly:

"Statistics complete! First phase results now announced!"

"1st Place: Sunfire Wizard Tower, 12 Magic-Patterned Rabbits Hunted!"

A cheer erupted from the ranks of the Sun Wizard Tower, each member standing tall and proud, as if they had already won the world.

"2nd place: Downton Wizard Tower, a total of 7 Magic Pattern Rabbits hunted."

"3rd place: Nok Wizard Tower, a total of 5 Magic Pattern Rabbits hunted."

At this point, Seven paused, his gaze turning somewhat amusedly to the group of people in the far corner:

"4th Place: Kane's Wizard Tower..."

"Cumulative hunt... 1 Magic Pattern Rabbit".

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of extremely jarring laughter erupted all around.

"Hahaha! One? Did I hear that right?"

"Are the people from Cairn Tower here to be funny?"

In the corner, the leader, Sickle, had a livid face and his fists were clenched so tightly they cracked.

There were 14 wizard apprentices standing around him.

Apart from the four new apprentices who were so ashamed they wanted to disappear into the ground, the rest of the seasoned veterans were already numb, as if they had become accustomed to such humiliation.

At the Sunfire Wizard Tower, a young apprentice with a face full of acne loudly mocked:

"Hey! You 14 people and you only caught one?"

"I think you all went up the mountain for a nap instead of hunting, didn't you?"

Another apprentice immediately chimed in, raising his voice an octave higher:

"Taking a nap? You overestimate them!"

"I can easily catch one even when I'm squatting on the mountain taking a dump!"

"The combined efficiency of all 14 of you is as high as when I'm taking a dump? Hahahaha!"

This vulgar yet extremely offensive insult drew another burst of laughter from the audience.

Finally, Sickle couldn't hold back any longer. He took a sudden step forward, veins bulging on his neck, and roared:

"What's so funny!"

"We still have one apprentice who hasn't returned! The statistics aren't finished yet!"

"Once he comes back, we'll have more than one!"

However, to everyone else, these words sounded like nothing more than a death throes.

Seven glanced at the pocket watch in his hand, frowned slightly, and said somewhat impatiently:

"You have two more minutes."

"If that apprentice doesn't return, it will be considered a forfeit."

Sickle gritted his teeth, staring intently at the entrance to the mountain road, silently praying in his heart.

He had just learned about this person's background and deeds, so he held considerable expectations in his heart.

At that moment, a figure slowly appeared at the end of the mountain road.

He carried a bulging bag on his back and held a bloodstained wooden spear in his hand. His pace was unhurried, and his expression was leisurely.

Seeing this, Sickle's eyes lit up, and he rushed over, his voice trembling:

"They're back! They're back!"

"Mr. Seven, he's back!"

At that moment, the three members of the Sunfire Wizard Tower in the crowd turned deathly pale upon seeing the figure.

"Damn it! I guessed right!"

They stared in shock at Tyron, then at the enormous package in his hand, a sense of foreboding rising within them.

Sickle rushed up to Tyren, grabbed his shoulder, and shouted urgently:

"Magnus! Quick! Show this to Mr. Seven!"

"How many Magic-Patterned Rabbits did you catch?"

Tyron glanced at the mocking gazes around him, then at the scythe that was almost crying with excitement, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He didn't say anything, but simply walked to the center of the open space.

boom!

He threw the heavy net bag he was carrying heavily onto the ground.

Then, he slowly and deliberately untied the knot.

One.

Two.

Three...

As Tyren neatly arranged the corpses of the magic-patterned rabbits on the ground, the originally noisy scene gradually quieted down.

When the sixth Magic Pattern Rabbit was brought out, the entire audience fell silent.

The sickle's mouth was wide open, big enough to fit a fist.

His hands were clenched tightly, his eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets, and his face was filled with disbelief.

The apprentices at the Kane Wizard Tower, who had become numb, couldn't help but gasp, their eyes gleaming with renewed excitement.

Including the original one...

There are 7 in total!

They went from last place to tied for second!

The sickle suddenly jumped up, pointed at the rabbit on the ground, and let out a hysterical laugh:

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Come on! Open your dog eyes and take a good look!"

"How many have we captured at the Kane Wizard Tower?"

"Seven! Seven in total!"

"We're tied for second place with Downton Abbey! We're not last! Hahahaha!"

Although the goal of "not being last" sounds a bit heartbreaking.

But at this moment, for the people of the Kane Wizard Tower, this is the greatest victory.

Just then, a sharp female voice shattered the joy.

"Wait!"

From the ranks of the Sunfire Wizard Tower, stepped a hot female apprentice wearing a tight red leather armor.

Her name is Tar, and she is the leader of the Sun Tower.

She crossed her arms, stared coldly at the rabbit on the ground, and loudly questioned:

"Who knows if it was just hunted?"

"And... are you sure these rabbits were killed through normal hunting methods?"

She pointed at the rabbits and sneered:

"Look closely, everyone. There are no obvious wounds on these rabbits, and the bloodstains are very little."

"How could a normal battle leave no trace?"

"You Cairn Tower people, have you perhaps used some kind of illegal, illicit poison?"

These words immediately sparked a flurry of discussion among those around.

Indeed, these rabbits died very cleanly.

The smile on Sickle's face froze, and he looked at Tyron with some concern.

Tyronn, however, maintained his composed smile.

He bowed slightly and gestured for Seven to proceed.

"Please have Mr. Seven check."

Seven nodded and stepped forward.

He crouched down and began to examine the area skillfully.

He parted the rabbit's fur and carefully examined the subtle marks on its neck.

A few seconds later.

"what?"

Seven let out a soft gasp of surprise.

Seeing this, Tal immediately pressed for an answer:

"Mr. Seven, have you discovered a problem? Is it poisoning?"

Seven slowly stood up, glanced at Tyron with a surprised look, and then announced loudly:

"No problem."

"This is neither poisoning nor a trap."

"This is the fresh prey we just hunted."

He paused, his tone carrying an undisguised admiration:

"Moreover... the technique is extremely exquisite."

"All the rabbits were instantly killed by some extremely sharp weapon that pierced their vital organs."

"The wound was very small and barely damaged the integrity of the fur."

Seven turned his head and looked at Tal.

"The value of such a complete pelt is far greater than that of an ordinary defective one."

"Considering the total value of these six rabbits alone..."

"Even taller than those twelve ragged rabbits in your Sunfire Wizard Tower!"