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

Inside the cramped cave, the air seemed to freeze.

She covered her burning cheeks with her hands, forgetting the pain in her chest, and curled up on the haystack, peeking through her fingers at the calm man in front of her, so ashamed that she even clenched her toes into the soles of her shoes.

What kind of evaluation is this?!

Tyron, however, paid no attention to the girl's shyness.

In his "observer state," his brain is like a sophisticated computer, free from all distractions.

He raised his hand, looked at his fingertips which were no longer trembling, and asked curiously:

"How did you do that?"

"This state of absolute rationality... is even more profound than the sage-like period I experience after taking off ten times in a row."

Although Cathy didn't quite understand what "ten consecutive takeoffs" meant, as a learned noblewoman, she could probably guess what "post-coital period" meant.

She tried to calm herself and explained in a low voice:

"Since you are Malik's true core disciple, whom he has been secretly training, I will not hide it from you anymore."

"The spell I just used on you is called [Observer State], a bloodline spell passed down in our Hoffman family."

"It can force the target into a 5-minute period of absolute calm, making them immune to all emotional interference, thereby enabling them to make the optimal solution."

Tyron raised an eyebrow. The idea of ​​him being a core disciple wasn't entirely wrong, so he didn't offer any further explanation.

In Cathy's mind, this chain of logic was already perfectly closed:

Despite having performed great deeds, he has remained silent and reserved; he possesses profound runic skills, can readily wield a runic flying sword, and even possesses the [Moonlight Holy Sword Amulet], symbolizing the core of the Kane family…

Even the most privileged and capable members of noble families never possess such treatment and abilities!

In addition, there was the conversation that Mr. Malik had with the father a few days ago, followed by deliberately creating opportunities for them to be alone...

"Is the teacher...trying to set us up?"

Cathy stole a glance at Tyron's cold profile, her heart pounding.

She had initially felt regret and despair because of the difference in their social status, after all, there was an insurmountable gap between nobles and commoners.

But it's different now.

If Tyrone is the successor chosen by Master Malik, then he is destined to become a high-ranking wizard and may even inherit the legitimacy of the Kane Wizarding Tower.

After all, Markley had no children, so the transmission of his knowledge could only be through his students!

In that case... that would be a true match!

"Only five minutes?"

Tyron's voice interrupted Cathy's rosy fantasy.

He frowned slightly and immediately made a decision:

"Quick, give me a hand."

"Move all the supplies from the inner storage room out and put them in the outer room."

"Huh? Why are you moving out?"

Cathy was a little confused, but her body still moved anyway.

The two worked quickly, emptying the water and food from the storage room in less than two minutes.

Tyron walked straight into the cramped stone room, which was only four square meters in size, turned to look at Cathy, and spoke in a calm tone as if he were giving his last words:

"I am now corrupted by the will of the abyss, and that hunger could strike back at any moment."

"I don't want to hurt you, and I certainly don't want to eat you."

"I will lock myself here and try my best to find a solution to the pollution."

"If I can't control myself and run away... remember to continue using your magic on me."

After saying that, he pulled the heavy stone door shut without hesitation.

Click.

The door lock clicked shut.

Looking at the tightly closed stone door, Cathy's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

Even at a time like this, his first thought was still to protect me...

Having grown up amidst the cold infighting within her family, she had never experienced such pure love and protection.

At that moment, Tyrion's figure grew incredibly tall in her heart, as if he were supporting half of her world.

"Don't worry, Tyron!"

She said firmly to the stone gate:

"I will definitely protect you!"

……

The stone chamber was pitch black.

Tyron sat cross-legged on the cold ground, not as affectionate as Cathy had imagined.

"Two minutes left."

Tyron took a deep breath, closed his eyes slightly, and the "Slacking Off Holy Body" had taken effect.

Already in a state of absolute rationality as an observer, they now experience a 30-fold acceleration of thought.

Tyron's brain instantly entered a terrifying state of overclocking.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely.

The remaining two minutes felt like an entire hour to him!

"Abyssal corruption...this thing is like a high-dimensional information erosion."

"It's not like food poisoning that can be excreted through the stool, nor is it like poisoning that can be neutralized with an antidote."

"It's rewriting my mindset, trying to turn me into the kind of monster that only knows how to devour."

Tyron's brain was working at lightning speed, and countless pieces of knowledge flashed through his mind like shooting stars.

"Current methods... meditation? They're useless."

"A method to summon and control spirits? Probably not."

"Potion? No ingredients."

The first search failed.

Undeterred, Tyron immediately began a second round of brainstorming.

"Utilize the environment? This is the Silent Mountains, with no special ley lines or magic workshops."

"Use Cathy? Although her bloodline is special, it can only be suppressed, not eradicated."

The second search still yielded no results.

Just then, Tyron's thoughts drifted to the cross pendant on his chest.

A fragment of memory was retrieved.

That was the moment he activated the amulet as he was engulfed by the Gluttonous Acolyte's [Abyssal Breath].

That silver light.

That aged, ancient, yet sacred voice: "Oh, the bright moonlight..."

It was that voice that forcefully repelled the abyss's encroachment!

"I remember now!"

Tyron suddenly opened his eyes. Although it was pitch black all around, his mind was as clear as day.

"That sound... is definitely not an ordinary enchantment effect."

"It clearly reflects personal will!"

"Who is he? An ancestor of the Kane family? Or some other, more ancient being?"

This kind of knowledge, which involves the secrets of the wizarding world, is obviously not something that can be understood through mere thought.

But right outside the door was a genuine aristocratic encyclopedia.

"Cathy".

Tyrone's voice was calm yet urgent, coming from behind the stone door:

"Do you know the specific origin of this cross amulet? Especially the legend of the 'moonlight'?"

Outside the door, Cathy, who was indulging in self-pity, paused for a moment, then immediately switched into "good student" mode.

She gathered her thoughts and spoke loudly through the door:

"This amulet is made of 'Star Silver,' the sigil of the Kane family. It is said that only 12 of these badges were ever made."

Cathy then talked about Ludwell of the Moonlight Sword, the Abyss Expedition, the subsequent establishment of the Wizard's Tower, and the origin of the amulet's material.

After hearing this, Tyron's brain started working at lightning speed again.

1500 years ago... the Abyss Expedition... Ludwell... alone, covering the rear...

The clues have connected!

That voice could very well be the legendary Ludwell!

Even if the physical body of such an existence perishes, its will is very likely to survive in the gap between the abyss and the present world, relying on some kind of rule.

Just then.

hum.

The five-minute time limit has expired.

That feeling of absolute rationality vanished instantly.

boom!

The long-suppressed hunger surged back like a volcanic eruption.

"roar……"

Tyronn let out a low growl, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot, his reason collapsing in a split second.

He shoved open the stone door and charged out like a wild beast ready to devour its prey, his eyes fixed on Cathy in front of him.

"Tyron!"

Cathy was prepared.

Although she was startled by Tyron's ferocious appearance, she immediately raised her hand, her eyes gleaming with silver light.

"[Observer state]!"

hum!

A refreshing ripple of mental energy swept across the area once more.

Tyron's body suddenly stopped, the red light in his eyes quickly faded, and was replaced by those familiar, emotionless black eyes.

He glanced down at his hand that had reached for Cathy's neck and calmly withdrew it.

"Thanks, Cathy."

After saying that, he turned around and went back into the stone chamber, slamming the door shut.

This time, Tyronn's thinking was completely clear.

"Since Ludwell's voice can be heard in the amulet, it means the signal is working."

"As long as the signal is working, you can call people."

With the help of social media over the past few days, Teren's ritualistic skills have improved from 0.4 when he first left the tower to 0.6.

Although he doesn't appear tall, he has thoroughly mastered the fundamentals of ritual studies:

The basic principles of sacrificial rituals.

To put it simply, this is a "transdimensional communication phone".

An unprepared, ordinary ceremony is simply random dialing.

Luckily, I dialed a friendly number and received a small reward.

Bad luck struck; he dialed the number of the evil god, and his brain exploded.

The so-called "offerings" were phone bills.

The so-called "prayer" and "magic circle" are just area codes and extension numbers.

If you know the correct number, pay the full phone bill, and know how to please the person answering the phone, you have a chance to receive a favor.

"I have the amulet now, which is like a direct line to Ludwell."

"What I need to do now is to organize a sufficiently standard set of prayers, and..."

"Prepare a 'phone bill' that the big shot can't refuse."

He looked at the large monthly card as he thought about it.

The reward for level 22 in the monthly card is exactly five basic universal offerings!