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

Tyron looked at the [Wraith Core] in his hand.

These two crystals, roughly the size of an adult's fist, had a cold, ghostly light flowing across their surfaces.

This is the energy core of the level 2 monster "Twisted Ghost".

Although level 2 monsters are quite intimidating, the Twisted Ghost's core has an almost 100% drop rate, so its market positioning is similar to that of the Spirit Shard.

"In alchemy, this is the main ingredient for making 'Ghost Elixir'."

Teren quickly recalled the relevant basic alchemy knowledge.

The Ghost Potion allows the user's soul to safely detach from their body within 5 minutes, entering a state of ethereal spirituality.

This state is typically used for performing magical rituals that require extremely high mental sensitivity, or for exploring narrow crevices that are inaccessible to the physical body.

"Although it's not very useful to me right now, this thing is hard currency."

Tyron stored the vengeful spirit core into his monthly card space, and then picked up the two large books that Macley had given him before he left.

One book, "Basic Monster Studies," and another book, "Advanced Monster Ecology Encyclopedia."

Each book is over a thousand pages long.

It contains a dense record of the physical characteristics, weaknesses, material value, and living habits of all common monsters below level five that are commonly found on the market.

For an ordinary apprentice, this is practically a hypnotic device.

But for Tyronn, this is a walking "vault codebook".

"Knowledge is power, and it's also money."

During the long, dark night that followed, Tyron did not rest, but instead spent it in intense reading and memorization.

……

The tranquility was broken once again by the commotion at the outpost the following morning.

After a simple meal of dark bread and broth, the apprentices of the Kane Wizard Tower began their busy day.

Cleaning the warehouse, organizing tools, counting the number of people, and checking the accounts...

The atmosphere at the outpost was quite relaxed.

Apprentices of different grades each had their own duties, while Sickle, as the person in charge, was busy coordinating with various factions and organizing joint operations.

Tyron went to the small office on the second floor and received the purchasing order for the first week from Cathy.

【5 Spirit Bone Slices】

【Shadow Sparrow Feathers x 15】

【300 pieces of dried-up rat scales】

Total budget: 32000 Purple Gold Coins

Looking at the list, Tyron's brain worked quickly, instantly calculating the profit margin.

"Current market prices at the outpost: 2500 for a Spirit Bone Shard, 300 for a Shadow Sparrow Feather, and 50 for a Dry Bone Rat Scale."

"25005 + 30015 + 50*300 = 32000."

"This budget is really precise, not a penny more, not a penny less."

This is clearly a budget based on the regular retail price. If he wants to make money and generate profits, he needs to operate it himself.

Cathy sat behind her desk, seemingly feeling safe with Tyron, and her voice was noticeably louder than before.

"The money... is all with me."

"If you want to buy anything, or need an advance payment, you can come to me anytime to apply."

Tyronn nodded and smiled:

"Yes, Miss Hoffman."

Just as he was about to turn and leave, Cathy suddenly called out to him:

"Oh, by the way, my father asked me to tell you this so you can quickly familiarize yourself with the situation here. He has a task for you to complete in a week."

"At the same time, be aware of a cult called 'Gluttony Cult' and report any information immediately."

Tyron nodded. "Understood."

……

After leaving the camp, Tyren did not rush to make purchases.

He walked leisurely down the main road with his hands in his pockets.

Shops line both sides of the street.

A dazzling array of magical beast materials were haphazardly piled on the wooden shelf by the door, emitting various strange smells.

From level one to level four, from the most basic magic crystals to unhatched bipedal dragon eggs, you can buy almost anything here as long as you have money.

Tyron walked around and had a better understanding of the situation.

"If I'm willing to spend the money, I can just go to those big shopping malls and buy everything I need, and I can finish the task today."

"But if I did that, I would just be a mere porter, with no extra income to be gained."

"These three materials are all produced by level one magical beasts, so I should be able to farm them myself."

"But going it alone is too inefficient and makes you vulnerable to being robbed."

"More importantly, I don't know where the monsters spawn."

"Therefore, the core strategy now is to expand our network, gather information, and find lower-priced sourcing channels."

Having made up his mind, Tyronn started his "social bull" mode.

Relying on the thick skin and persuasive skills he had honed during his previous life's entrepreneurial sales work, he began to wander this chaotic street.

He always manages to interject at just the right moment when others are chatting, without seeming abrupt, yet still managing to pique their interest.

At the entrance of a rune shop, he transformed into a "senior rune apprentice" and gave pointers to a shop owner who was struggling with rune loops, pointing out the crux of the problem in just a few words.

At a roadside tea stall, he transformed into a humble newbie seeking advice, listening with adoration as a veteran mercenary boasted about his glorious past, greatly satisfying the other man's vanity.

Even in front of two idle bards, he could use his extensive historical knowledge to talk to them about the epic legends of the Third Age, and the two felt like they had known each other for a long time.

Of course, not everyone will buy it.

More often than not, the other person would just look at him with disgust, like he was a clown, and say rudely, "Get lost."

But Tyronn didn't care at all.

By the end of the day, he had enthusiastically promoted himself to 35 strangers.

Sixteen of them accepted his help or approached him for free.

Ultimately, he successfully made connections with six "acquaintances" with whom he could have a conversation and who were willing to conduct transactions or share information in the future.

This is enough.

When I was starting my business and doing ground promotion, I was even bitten by dogs. What's a little cold shoulder to me?

At dusk, at the entrance of the Clover Bar.

This is the most chaotic place in the outpost, and also the favorite gathering place for mercenaries and bounty hunters.

"Brother Ma! Come quick, help me figure out what's written on this map!"

A bearded mercenary named Mark walked over, reeking of alcohol.

He waved a piece of parchment stained with oil and blood, pointing at the crooked writing on it with an excited expression.

Several companions followed him, seemingly arguing about something.

Tyron took the map and examined it carefully in the dim light of the magic lamp.

"This is... the language of Terra, the High Overlord during the Golden Empire of the Third Age."

Upon hearing this, Mark became so excited that his face turned bright red, and he turned to his companion and shouted:

"See that?! I told you this thing was definitely a treasure!"

"The Golden Empire of the Third Age! That was the most prosperous and powerful period of our humankind!"

"This must be a treasure map to some ancient ruin!"

"Little Ma! Quick! Translate this! What does it say? Is it the route to the treasure vault?"

The commotion attracted the attention of those around them, who all perked up their ears.

Tyron looked at it carefully and translated it meticulously:

"This is a noble lord named Cartier, who, to prevent guests from getting lost in the castle..."

"A specially drawn...map to the toilet."

puff!

Hahahahahaha!

After a brief silence, a deafening burst of laughter erupted at the bar entrance.

"A toilet signage map? Hahaha! Mark, you're treating this like a treasure?"

"This is hilarious! The toilets in the Golden Empire...maybe even have toilet seats made of gold! Let's go dig!"

Mark's face flushed red. He snatched the map back and, cursing, disappeared into the crowd.

Tyronn couldn't help but laugh too.

Just then, a shout came from the doorway of a Warcraft corpse disposal shop called "A Quick Knife" across the street:

"Brother Ma! Do you have some time?"

"My freezing rune is malfunctioning; it won't light up no matter what I do. Can you take a look?"

That was Aunt Mary, the proprietress, a burly woman who wielded a boning knife like a killing machine.

"Here she comes! Aunt Mary!"

Tyron responded and crossed the street with practiced ease.

Stepping into the shop, a chilling aura mixed with the stench of blood hits you.

Tyron crouched in front of the enormous freezer and examined the rune array.

"The magic circuit is blocked by solidified grease, causing poor contact at the nodes."

He took out a small tool he carried with him, skillfully cleared the blockage, and then reinfused a wisp of magic to guide it.

hum-

The rune array lit up with a ghostly blue light again, and cold air surged out once more.

"alright."

Tyron dusted off his hands.

Mary grinned at this: "What a good kid! If I were to hire someone to do this, it would take me at least a day, and they'd have to charge me!"

"Little Ma, if you ever need anything related to corpses, just let your aunt know!"

Tyrone grinned and said, "Thank you, Aunt Mary!"

He never refused any request that was within his power.

Even if some people are clearly taking advantage of him and using him as free labor, he doesn't care.

This is a necessary social cost.

It is also an essential step in screening potential partners.

Often, fate doesn't demand an immediate return.

As long as you can become a familiar face, make the other person remember your name, and know that you are a "technical, easy-going, and capable person".

In the future, this could become crucial intelligence or a life-saving aid.

What Tyronn has no shortage of is patience.

He knew very well that to build a stable and extensive network of connections, he had to learn to wait and befriend time.

Life is not always perfect.

Just because he takes advantage of you today doesn't mean he'll always take advantage of you.

When he encounters real trouble, the first person he might think of is you.

When he becomes successful and has the resources you desperately need, this connection might allow you to gain the greatest benefit at the lowest cost.