I Am Doing Daily Tasks in the Wizarding World

The next morning, Lynn arrived at the service hall bright and early.

Expecting a relatively empty space at this time, Lynn was surprised to find it packed to the brim upon arrival.

The most conspicuous feature of the task hall was a whole wall on the right side upon entering, presumably the task board mentioned by Angley. Covered in task orders, the wall was surrounded by apprentices. A succubus approached, clutching a small stack of papers, recognized by Lynn as the same succubus who had attended to him yesterday.

Tearing down all the old tasks from the wall, the succubus replaced them with new ones. Lynn squeezed through the crowd to reach the center.

With a physical fitness approaching 20 points, Lynn easily parted the apprentices crowding the sides.

Seeing Lynn’s familiar face, the succubus who was prepared to leave offered a slight smile and waved in greeting.

The separated apprentices grumbled but refrained from causing any trouble. This was the service hall; no one dared to cast spells here, as those who dared had basically become fertilizer for the magical plant gardens.

Lynn quickly scanned through the tasks.

“Acquire 10 well-preserved Blue Silver Grass plants,” “Procure two attractive elf slaves (gender unspecified),” “Need a wizard proficient in undead studies to assist with an experiment,” “Acquire poison potions.”

The tasks were diverse, covering a range of types, but most required purchasing something.

The rewards varied greatly, with some offering raw materials while others paid in magic stones.

Lynn thought for a moment and requested to see Toby at the front desk.

“I’m sorry, but Lord Toby isn’t available today without an appointment,” the receptionist elf girl gently replied, blinking her big sparkling eyes.

Retrieving Toby’s business card from his ring, Lynn presented it to the receptionist. Upon seeing the card, the elf girl’s demeanor changed immediately. “Please wait a moment.”

Putting a seashell-shaped tool to her ear, she inquired and soon relayed the response to Lynn. “Lord Toby is currently out on a business trip. Could this evening work for you?”

“Sure,” Lynn replied. It wasn’t urgent anyway; he just wanted to inquire about some information regarding the wizard tower.

“Excuse me, friend, but you seem a bit lost. Are you new around here? Can I help you with something?” a stout wizard approached, followed by a black-haired companion.

“I’m Jim, but you can call me Honest Jim,” the stout wizard introduced himself.

“Lynn,” Lynn replied.

“Wizard Lynn, I’ve been in Demon City for thirty years now. I know every nook and cranny of this place like the back of my hand. Since you’re new here, let me give you a detailed tour. Don’t worry; it won’t cost you a thing,” Jim offered, patting his chest.

The companion beside initially had some doubts about why his good friend became so enthusiastic, and even called himself “Honest Jim”. Who didn’t know that your nickname is “Miserly Iron Rooster”?

Immediately after, he suddenly realized, looking at Lynn with a somewhat fervent gaze.

“Shall we go to the lounge inside and chat?” Lynn suggested. He remembered that the lounge inside was accessible to apprentices of the Abyss Wizard Academy.

As for going outside, Lynn decided against it; he wasn’t familiar with the area outside, and it would be awkward if he ended up getting lost in the alleyways.

From his hometown all the way here, the last thing he needed was to get knocked out in an alley the next day.

“Um, my friend and I aren’t eligible to enter the lounge inside,” Jim said awkwardly.

“Aren’t you both apprentices too?” Lynn’s gaze fell on the wizard robes worn by Jim and his companion. Were these two not wizard apprentices?

“We are, but we’re not apprentices of the Abyss Wizard Academy,” Jim explained.

Lynn pondered for a moment, then understood.

“So, Demon City refers to this entire area?” Lynn asked.

“Exactly. Many people like to call this place Demon City because it’s the closest spot on the Wizard Continent to the Abyss and demons,” Jim explained.

“Are there many apprentices from the Abyss Wizard Academy in Demon City?” Lynn asked.

“Quite a few. Every year, apprentices from various avenues come to Demon City. Unlike some wizard factions outside that admit students at regular intervals each year, Demon City accepts apprentices and wizards all year round for 13 months, but the requirements are quite strict, and many people don’t meet the standards,” Jim said. “Those who can enter the Abyss Wizard Academy are talented wizard apprentices, and many of them come with skills. Very few are complete novices who have just started learning about wizards.”

“Wizard Lynn, you’re probably not a complete novice when it comes to being a wizard, are you?” Jim asked.

Lynn shook his head, his expression unreadable.

“So, the third-level apprentices who have the potential to become official wizards rarely show themselves. They usually stick to their own circles, either collecting experimental source materials when they’re out or seeking more knowledge when they hit a bottleneck. Most wizards spend the majority of their time studying and researching, so those who are out and about every day are mostly like us—clearly not the most talented, but still striving apprentices,” Jim lamented.

Glancing to the side, Lynn observed the hall packed with apprentices. They clustered around the task board, like temporary workers waiting to be recruited.

Some apprentices had torn wizard robes, simply patched them up and continued wearing them. There were also wizard apprentices with white beards holding magic books, bowing their heads and quietly discussing with young apprentices whose faces were still youthful.

Some pairs or trios collaborated to take on tasks involving source material gathering, hastily leaving the hall.

“Demon City has many foreign wizard apprentices like us. They’re all here seeking opportunities to break through to become official wizards. After all, the Abyss Wizard Academy is a major force, and opportunities here are undoubtedly more abundant than in ordinary places. Some people also aim to try entering the Abyss Wizard Academy,” Jim coughed twice.

“My sources are quite reliable. If you need any magic source materials, I can inquire through my channels for you. If you have something to sell, I can also help you find suitable buyers.”

“Do you happen to know any construction experts?” Lynn inquired.

“Of course, I have a friend who specializes in construction business. The buildings they construct are of excellent quality. If you have any specific requirements, you can tell them. After the experiment, they can extract memories from the construction period to ensure the safety of your building,” Jim explained.

“Is there really a spell like that?” Lynn found it unlikely that apprentices could delve into spells involving memory extraction.

“Indeed, but it’s not a wizard; it’s an earth elemental,” Jim clarified.

An earth elemental. Lynn assumed that memory extraction ability must be an innate racial talent of its species.

“How does your friend charge for their services?”

“The fees are quite reasonable, based on the area and complexity of the building you need. However, their fees might be slightly higher than market prices, but the quality is guaranteed, and confidentiality is ensured,” Jim replied.

“That sounds good. Help me contact them, and I’ll discuss it with them later,” Lynn nodded.

“Alright, Mister Lynn. Normally, there would be a brokerage fee, but since this is the first time you have become my client, I’ll waive it this time,” Jim said earnestly.

“Hm,” Lynn nodded, and Jim turned to leave.

Seeing the conversation between Lynn and Jim come to a temporary halt, the black-haired wizard standing nearby spoke up promptly, “Mister Lynn, hello, I’m called Liszt. I’m a potion master, and I am proficient in many basic magic potions.”

Magic potion studies was not an obscure field of study; many wizards were skilled in crafting magical potions.

“I’ll keep you in mind if I need anything,” Lynn replied.

In the mortal world, many people talked about wizards who could brew all sorts of strange bubbling green liquids.

Magic potions served various functions, including healing, poison, utility, and explosive properties.

“I’m not here to promote my potions; I hope to become your follower,” Liszt said.

“A follower?”

“Yes, I’m already thirty-eight years old this year, and I’ve just barely become a second-level wizard apprentice. Without opportunities, I may never become an official wizard in my lifetime, and then I’ll have to find a way to perform the transformation ritual to extend my lifespan,” Liszt said with a bitter smile.

“I can’t help you become an official wizard,” Lynn declined.

“But you surely will in the future,” Liszt insisted.

“Do you believe in me just like that, even though we’ve just met?”

“We have indeed just met, but I’ve known Jim for five years, and I trust his judgment,” Liszt said seriously.

“Jim is a broker; he knows many people in Demon City. His resources are extensive. In the past, he has also seen other apprentices from the Abyss Wizard Academy, but he has never shown such respect to anyone like he does with you this time.”

Lynn thought for a moment, figuring it must have been yesterday when Wizard Harin brought him in, and perhaps Jim saw him when Toby, the administrator from the service hall, escorted him out.

Otherwise, he couldn’t imagine why an ordinary wizard apprentice like himself would be valued.

“Let me look into it first before I say anything, anyway, you know Jim, don’t you?” Lynn didn’t directly agree, giving a vague answer.

“Alright, by the way, Lord Lynn, here are the potions I made. You can check their quality.” Liszt’s spatial ring flashed, and the next moment he produced three bottles of potions and handed them to Lynn.

Lynn took the potions and put them back into the spatial ring. “Are you familiar with the surroundings?”

Upon seeing Lynn directly put the potions back into the ring without even looking at them carefully, Liszt paused for a moment, a hint of disappointment flickering in his eyes. Nevertheless, he managed to force a smile. “I’m very familiar with the central city area. I’ve been in Demon City for eight years now. However, Demon City expands every year, so there may be some areas on the outskirts that I’m not very familiar with.”

“Walk with me,” Lynn walked ahead, with Liszt falling half a step behind him.

“No need to be so formal; let’s just treat it as a casual stroll between friends,” Lynn said, placing his hand on Liszt’s shoulder.

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