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

"Oh... is that a proper way to put it?"

Cathy's eyes lit up, as if she had opened the door to a new world.

"I understand! I will try my best to stop my father from asking any more questions!"

Tyron nodded in satisfaction.

Cathy's father must be a cunning old fox to have risen to this level. As long as Cathy brings up the banner of "Malik's core legacy," he will naturally understand the rules.

After all, he has already gained too many benefits this time.

If he wants to continue working with Markley, he must follow the rules.

If he insists on getting to the bottom of things, then he is being unreasonable and overstepping his bounds.

As long as Cathy's father and Malik don't go over the details face-to-face, Tyron has a lot of room to maneuver.

Tyron was very confident in this regard. Their experience from their previous life taught them that faction leaders of this caliber would not personally verify such details.

After the meal.

The atmosphere in the cramped space became somewhat subtle once again.

Tyron reached out his slightly rough hands and gently took Cathy's small hand, which was resting on the table.

Cathy shuddered, her face instantly turning bright red.

She didn't pull her hand away; instead, she lowered her head somewhat awkwardly, her long eyelashes trembling, her eyes sparkling with a certain expectation, and a kind of... submissive acceptance.

At this moment, a man and a woman are alone in a room.

Having just gone through life and death together, their emotional intensity has reached its peak.

Tyron knew very well that if he pulled slightly now, this noble lady of high status would fall into his arms and let him have her as he pleased.

His male-dominated House of Commons was frantically banging on the table, submitting an emergency bill entitled "Procreation and Conquest".

The thrill of conquering a noblewoman is an irresistible temptation for any man of commoner origin.

however.

The absolutely rational upper house of Lords, however, exercised its veto power without any mercy.

Tyron was well aware of the importance of class.

No matter how talented he is now, no matter how promising his future is, he is still just a commoner apprentice without any class.

Cathy is the eldest daughter of the Hoffman family.

If a relationship were to occur at this time, it would be considered an overstepping of boundaries and a violation of the rules.

In the eyes of those nobles, this was not romantic at all, but rather "ungrateful" and "insubordinate."

Even if he becomes a nobleman in the future, it will still be a stain on his reputation for breaking the rules.

Tyronn knew very well that unless you had reached a certain level, you shouldn't challenge the rules and order of that level.

Never let yourself develop a sense of complacency, thinking things like, "I think it's okay," "I have great potential, so it should be fine," or "I thought she was doing it voluntarily, so it'll be alright, right?" This kind of wishful thinking is completely centered on your own desires.

Often, the beginning of disappointment and dissatisfaction among superiors towards their subordinates stems from these self-righteous perceptions, which lead to mistakes and violations of rules.

To truly possess her, one must wait until one has equal say in the matter.

Eating now is tantamount to suicide;

Eating will be a real treat from now on.

So, Tyron suppressed his inner turmoil and put on a gentle yet firm expression.

He didn't make any further moves, but gently stroked the back of her hand, looked at Cathy, and said earnestly:

"Cathy, you've always been excellent."

"You have amazing talent and outstanding qualities."

"You have absolutely no need to be so insecure, and you certainly don't need to put up with those bitches like Jane."

Am I...good enough?

Cathy looked up blankly, her eyes filled with insecurity, her voice barely audible:

"But everyone says I'm a bookworm, that I'm short, that I can't dance, that I don't know how to dress, that I'm not good-looking, and that all I know how to do is read books..."

"They're blind."

Tyron interrupted her, his tone resolute:

"Dancing won't turn into knowledge, beautiful clothes won't become powerful magic, and being unattractive is just their jealousy!"

"You must understand, in this world, knowledge and power determine everything. When you are powerful enough, you will find that they are nothing more than insects crawling at your feet!"

After a pause, Tyronn became even more serious.

"You are you. You went through a life-or-death battle, you didn't run away when facing the Gluttonous Acolyte, and you bravely saved me when I lost control."

"In that critical moment, you were willing to sacrifice yourself to save me. You are a true and excellent wizard and hero!"

Upon hearing these words, Cathy's body trembled violently.

From childhood to adulthood, all she ever heard in her family was "You're not as good as so-and-so," "You need to behave yourself," and "Don't bring shame to the family."

No one has ever affirmed her as firmly and unreservedly as Tyron.

Her dark inner world seemed to be illuminated by a bright light, dispelling all the gloom.

She asked in a trembling voice, "Really...can I? Can I really...do it?"

"certainly."

Tyron released her hand and instead cupped her round, adorable face, gently wiping away the tear stains from the corner of her eye with his thumb:

"If you want to do it, you can definitely do it."

"As long as you are brave, no one can bully you."

At this point, Tyronn unleashed his final trump card, the most crucial element of his plan:

"Due to my identity, I cannot accept credit for killing the spy and discovering the Sun Tower conspiracy."

"I will give you all the credit."

"I will make you a true hero in this event, a genius admired by all!"

"What?!"

Cathy was stunned.

Although she was naive, she knew how great this contribution was.

This is enough to allow an ordinary apprentice to rise to the top in one step and gain countless resources and glory!

"No! This is something you risked your life for! How can I..."

"listen to me."

Tyron's eyes were deep, and his tone carried an undeniable affection:

"It's not just because you're a noble lady and can shield me from those troubles."

"More importantly, this is my recognition of you."

"It is because of your existence that I have the right and opportunity to live."

"Only a girl as outstanding, beautiful, and kind as you is worthy of my willingness to give up all my glory."

Tyron was well aware of Macley's plans and expectations of himself. Cathy's purpose in coming here was to gain recognition through her achievements, and such achievements were tailor-made for Cathy.

He knew very well that his achievements would not be overlooked, and he didn't need irrelevant people to know his true contributions.

Only Markley and Cathy's father need to know.

In the past few days, he has clearly witnessed the prestige and power of the border cavalry regiment here.

She had not only saved his daughter, but also given such a great credit to her; he would definitely not treat her unfairly.

He didn't want to become famous. If he became famous and attracted widespread attention, causing his "Slacking Off Sacred Body" to become ineffective, he would suffer a huge loss!

Upon hearing these words, Cathy's lips trembled, and tears streamed down her face like broken pearls.

Tyron cupped her face in his hands, his expression serious, and gave his final promise in a solemn tone:

"What you've been lacking is an opportunity, and now you have it!"

"From now on, no one has the right to bully you anymore, Cathy!"

These words struck like a thunderbolt, shattering Cathy's last line of defense and breaking the shackles of inferiority she had carried for years.

At this moment, the affirmation and care that Tyron gave her were like countless warm rays of sunshine enveloping her, making her feel an unprecedented sense of happiness and security.

In this cruel wizarding world, he is the only light.

At this moment, reason completely broke down.

Cathy could no longer control her overwhelming emotions.

She lunged forward, clinging tightly to Tyrone's neck, awkwardly and passionately offering herself to him.

She wanted to give everything she had.

Even the body, even the soul.