I Am Doing Daily Tasks in the Wizarding World

“Hahahahahaha.” Harin, or rather, Angley, the wizard with lavender curls, chuckled deeply as his shoulders shook slightly. “As expected of my clever student.”

“Lynn, you truly have impressed me,” Harin turned to look at Lynn.

Angley indeed did not purposely conceal his identity, but whether Lynn could figure it out was entirely up to him.

“But from now on in public places, you should call me Harin,” Harin spoke.

However, Lynn was curious. Were Harin and Angley really the same person, or had Angley replaced the original Harin?

For ordinary people, it might be challenging to conceal their identities. But for a wizard, obtaining two identities simultaneously didn’t seem impossible.

Seemingly perceiving Lynn’s confusion, Harin’s ring emitted a flash of light.

In the next moment, a figure in a black robe appeared in front of Lynn.

Cheeks almost as thin as skin and bones, deeply sunken eye sockets, an aura that was gloomy and profound.

Upon seeing this familiar figure, Lynn’s pupils contracted suddenly.

He understood. The earlier doubts in his mind were now instantly explained. The Angley he had interacted with was just a puppet, a living person couldn’t be stored in a spatial ring.

This also explained why he had never seen Angley rest or sleep, why Angley, upon arriving at Bangor Port, always sat on the first floor in the same posture every time Lynn went to see him.

And the Bahov Elf mentioned that Harin stayed in his room after boarding the ship and rarely came out.

All the truths connected like a thread.

So, manipulating two puppets simultaneously would be exhausting.

Then, did you ever regard me as your student?

My teacher, Angley.

Lynn’s emotions towards Angley were complex.

“Focus on your own tasks, Lynn. As I’ve said, this is merely a fair transaction. Just don’t forget the agreement you made with me.” Angley, clad in a black robe and lowering his head, slowly raised it. His cold gaze swept around, pausing momentarily on Harin.

Lynn was momentarily stunned, then nodded at Angley. “I understand.”

“Take this,” Angley walked over, picked up the Horned Demon’s blood essence and the broken horn from the ground, then handed them to Lynn.

“Don’t misuse demon blood. The blood essence of the Magma Octopus I gave you before is best used as experimental material, not on yourself. Although becoming a Bloodline Wizard grants decent spellcasting abilities in the short term, it doesn’t offer significant long-term benefits.” Angley cautioned.

“Understood, teacher.”

Angley then approached the fallen wizard on the ground, stripping off all his clothes and accessories.

“Any inconspicuous item on a wizard might be a magic item, so don’t underestimate any wizard, even if they seem to have lost their ability to resist,” Angley remarked to himself.

In the next moment, a blue light appeared in Angley’s eyes, and a faint blue spell landed on the wizard lying on the ground.

The wizard’s body twitched slightly, and the next moment, in violation of the normal order, he flipped over and sat up.

The wizard sitting on the ground lowered his head, his eyes blank, appearing as if he had lost consciousness.

“What item did you steal?” Harin asked.

“Sacrificial item from a siren, a broken trident,” the wizard muttered.

“Where is the item?” Harin inquired.

“In my spatial ring,” the wizard continued muttering.

Angley toyed with the looted accessories in his hand. The wizard had three rings—a ruby ring, a silver ancient-looking ring, and a blue one inlaid with an emerald.

“Where do you come from?” Harin asked.

“Forest of Bones Wizard Tower,” the wizard mumbled.

“Forest of Bones Wizard Tower? But as far as I know, wizards from the Forest of Bones mostly transform into Undead Wizards,” Harin said. “Next time, come up with a better excuse.”

Angley, standing nearby, suddenly reached out, lifting his right hand and placing it on the wizard’s skull.

The wizard, who was already dazed, instantly rolled his eyes upward, leaving only the whites visible.

“By the way, no need to secretly prepare spells. Your fluctuating mental energy is more conspicuous than fish swimming in a pond,” Harin chuckled.

“It doesn’t matter where he comes from. Knowing what he stole is enough. Anything in a wizard’s possession becomes my loot,” Harin took the ring handed over by Angley, closed his eyes for a moment, and immediately the ring with a blue base and an emerald emitted a faint glow.

In Harin’s hand appeared a hefty trident.

It was a weapon with only half of its handle and a three-pronged tip—a robust and ancient-looking weapon with a copper-green color.

“Yet another wizard trying to get something for nothing,” Harin played with it, smiled, and tossed the trident to Lynn.

Lynn instinctively caught the broken trident, feeling its weight in his hand. Even with his physical strength, the trident gave him a substantial sense of heaviness.

This was definitely not something an ordinary person could handle.

“This thing should be related to the Sea God,” Harin said.

“Actually, the truly valuable items of those gods have mostly been plundered by great wizards. However, in recent years, there are always some wizards attempting to find treasures from the remnants of those gods,” Harin said casually.

“They are questioning the judgment of those great wizards.”

Harin looked at Lynn. “But this thing is not entirely useless. Your statue might be interested in it. Why not try summoning it.”

Lynn took the Sea God statue from his storage ring and placed it on the ground.

After summoning, the Sea God statue showed no reaction.

“Why? Does the God of Tides and Sea Monsters, Maesys, need me to personally call out your names to respond?” Harin scornfully remarked to the statue.

After a moment of silence, the summoned Sea God statue began to emit a faint blue light. In the quietude, Lynn seemed to hear the voices of the tides and the roars of deep-sea behemoths.

A fantastical plane seemed to descend from the void, but it was ultimately just an illusion.

Lynn stared intently at the statue.

There was curiosity and excitement in him.

Is this a god?

This statue could actually communicate with the legendary gods. However, where did the powers of these gods come from?

“Wizard, you are not qualified to converse with me. Your power is far inferior to those great wizards,” a deep voice echoed from the other end of the statue or perhaps from another realm within the vast ocean.

“Once known as the most active god in the ocean, now trapped in the nether realm, relying on the statue to slowly spread faith and gather power. It’s truly pitiful and sad. I wonder when the strength will ever be regained,” Harin said with profound meaning. “Don’t you want this trident?”

“This trident is not my divine possession. It has no use for me,” the statue’s voice echoed from the depths.

“If it truly has no use, then you wouldn’t respond to my call. For you in your current state, every response to a summon consumes a considerable amount of power, doesn’t it?” Harin said slowly, like a devil tempting a mortal.

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