I Am Doing Daily Tasks in the Wizarding World

“Alright, but Lord Lynn, you really kept a low profile,” admired Liszt.

“How so?” Lynn chuckled.

“You haven’t even worn the apprentice emblem,” Liszt pointed out.

“Do I need to?” Lynn wondered.

“Yes, it’s better to wear it. Because Demon City isn’t actually very safe,” Liszt explained.

“I remember Demon City doesn’t allow conflicts,” Lynn said.

“That’s only for conflicts between apprentices and the official residents of Demon City. If you don’t have the apprentice emblem or official residency proof, you’re not protected. Even if you’re killed, you only need to pay compensation,” Liszt said.

“Is that so?” Lynn thought of the protection of citizens and nobles in Rome, where there were many slaves who were fundamentally not treated as human beings.

Guided by Liszt, Lynn explored the central district thoroughly.

Along the way, he also entered some shops to inquire about market prices.

After half a day, Lynn had a good understanding of the situation.

Many industrial chains in Demon City were very complete, ranging from magic armor to various magical plants, high-energy ores, magic potions, alchemical items, and even sales of magical creatures.

Moreover, the prices were stable. The prices of many mid-to-low-level resources were within a certain range. Of course, quality also determined the price, and some raw materials with exceptionally good quality were much more expensive than others of the same kind.

Returning to the service hall, Lynn saw Jim and a conspicuously tall figure standing by the entrance, waiting.

“Sorry for the wait.”

Jim quickly said, “We just arrived a moment ago.”

“Mister Lynn, this is my friend, Mountain. It’s given itself the name Mountain,” Jim enthusiastically introduced the towering earth elemental standing beside him to Lynn.

The earth elemental was a humanoid life form constructed from rubble, with many fragments floating in yellow mist, swirling and rotating like nebulae. These yellow mists constituted its essential life structure.

“Mister Mountain,” Lynn greeted.

“Hello,” Mountain replied, its voice sounding like two pieces of hard rock rubbing against each other.

“Let’s go to my place first and discuss how to build. I have some ideas,” Lynn suggested.

Jim knew he wouldn’t be able to listen to the discussion about building, so he said, “Lord Lynn, this is my communication conch. If you need anything, just contact me through it.”

Jim handed Lynn a small conch-like object.

It looked a bit like the conch used by the elf receptionist yesterday.

“How much?” Lynn asked as he took the communication conch.

“It’s free, a complimentary gift. It would be great if you’re willing to keep my contact information,” Jim said.

“How does it work?” Lynn found the palm-sized conch quite intriguing.

Jim took out a similar conch from his pocket.

When the two conches approached each other and their tentacles touched lightly, a thread of light emerged from the shell openings.

The two tentacles touched gently in mid-air, then retracted.

“They’ve left their respective scents. If you want to contact me, just tell it when the time comes. The usage is very simple; just inject your mental energy into it,” Jim explained as he returned the communication conch to Lynn and waved his hand. “Looking forward to continuing our cooperation next time.”

On the way back to his residence, Lynn noticed that Mountain seemed to float when walking.

Although the legs resembled those of a humanoid, its movement seemed unrelated to these legs.

The floating earth elemental hovered behind Lynn like a ghost.

The two arrived at Lynn’s place.

Mountain seemed to sense something and turned its head to look towards the backyard.

Walking around the corner of the house to the backyard, Lynn’s eyes darkened at the sight before him.

The backyard was filled with numerous dug-up holes, resembling rat burrows.

Many goblins were energetically digging into the earth.

“What are you all doing?” Lynn asked, somewhat surprised.

Bu rushed over, looking somewhat nervous as it glanced at Lynn. “Master, we’re digging shelters. We goblins don’t care much about living quarters; as long as we have a hole or a cave, it’s enough. You don’t need to spend money on building houses for us.”

Lynn fell silent. “Digging like this makes it difficult for me to build structures on the ground, and this utilization is too low. Let them stop for now.”

Bu realized the mistake and hurried to instruct the goblins to stop.

“You goblins are quite considerate,” came a teasing voice from afar.

Following the source of the voice, Lynn saw that the neighbor next door, across a small river, had erected a tower over ten meters high. At the top of the tower was a small window and a balcony, where a white-haired young woman sat in a rocking chair, holding a small teacup in one hand and a biscuit in the other, watching Lynn’s direction with amusement.

Lynn couldn’t be bothered and averted his gaze.

Seeing Bu, who was nervously looking down, Lynn knew it was uneasy. Finally, he spoke up, “Next time, consult me before doing something like this.”

“Yes!” Bu lifted its head, its eyes bright, and assured loudly.

“Mister Mountain, let’s go inside and talk. I have a rough idea about the construction,” Lynn said.

Lynn and Mountain returned to the house and discussed for about an hour.

Finally, they settled on a suitable plan.

“I’ve never heard of this architectural style of yours, but there are some aspects that can be learned from,” Mountain remarked.

“Then I’ll trouble you, Mister Mountain. Regarding the payment, shall I pay now?” Lynn inquired.

“After the construction is complete,” Mountain replied confidently, unconcerned about potential defaulters.

“I’ll go prepare the raw materials first,” Mountain said, as Lynn and it had discussed using some raw materials combinations that it hadn’t used before, which sounded quite interesting.

Lynn glanced at the evening sky; the moon overhead was somewhat blurry.

It was strange, Lynn thought, in the Erdolu Kingdom, he could lift his head and see the goddess on the moon.

But after coming to the Continent of Vanquished Gods, he couldn’t see the woman on the moon anymore because the entire moon was shrouded in mist, as if veiled.

Arriving at the service hall, the elf receptionist quickly notified Toby of Lynn’s presence.

“Haha, had some business to attend to during the day,” Toby chuckled.

“Uncle Toby, I’d like to inquire about some information from you,” Lynn said with a smile.

“What’s the matter?” Toby asked curiously.

“I heard that advancing from a third-level wizard apprentice to a first-level wizard requires building your own wizard tower. So, I want to know how to obtain the blueprints for building a wizard tower,” Lynn explained.

“Oh, this? You’ve come to the right demon,” Toby laughed.

With a flick of his right hand in the air, Toby conjured a burning ring of fire.

Within the ring of fire was another image.

Toby reached into the ring of fire, pulled out a thick stack of blueprints, estimated to be at least four or five hundred pages.

Building a wizard tower was indeed not simple; just the blueprints alone were this extensive.

“These are the indexes,” Toby said, handing over the large stack of blueprints to Lynn.

Lynn took the blueprints, each sheet about the size of A1 paper, in both hands.

Lynn took a deep breath.

You’re telling me these are just the indexes!?

“There are many types of wizard towers, and each wizard builds their tower differently. From what those wizards say, there are no two identical wizard towers in the world,” Toby explained.

“You can take your time to go through them. It’s good to learn from the experiences of predecessors. These indexes record some basic data on the construction of wizard towers in the history of the academy. I don’t quite understand your wizardry stuff, but if you find a suitable wizard tower, just let me know, and I’ll get you detailed specific blueprints,” Toby said.

“By the way, if the completion of your wizard tower exceeds 50%, you can bring your design blueprints to me. You can exchange the blueprints for the source materials needed to build the wizard tower,” Toby continued.

Fifty percent.

“Have all the wizard towers listed in these indexes been successfully constructed?” Lynn asked.

“No, some have failed, but they all have at least half completion,” Toby shook his head.

“Thank you, Uncle Toby,” Lynn said.

Toby replied, “Find a lounge to read them. You students can browse through these blueprints for free, but you can’t take them out of this room.”

Lynn, of course, wasn’t oblivious. These blueprints were all acquired by the Abyss Wizard Academy at the expense of source materials, funded generation after generation by the wizard apprentices themselves.

Simply put, these blueprints were the crystallization of wisdom accumulated by countless third-level wizard apprentices aspiring to become official wizards.

Perhaps this was the foundation on which wizard factions trained their successors. It was no wonder that so many wizard apprentices wanted to join large wizard factions.

Lynn sat in the room, flipping through the indexes. As he continued to read, his understanding of wizard towers gradually deepened.

These indexes not only recorded names but also included the style of the wizard towers, the source materials used at important nodes, and the general capabilities of the wizard towers.

Moreover, these wizard towers could be continuously expanded; a wizard’s tower in their first-level stage would definitely differ from that in their second-level stage.

Some wizard towers had the ability to move, some focused more on defense, some leaned towards attack, and some were focused on experimentation.

From material form to energy form, and then to biological form, the variety of wizard towers left Lynn dazzled.

He spent the whole night without filtering out the path he wanted to take, instead finding himself more confused the more he looked.

Rubbing his brow, Lynn stretched lazily.

However, he wasn’t discouraged. Preparation for the wizard tower certainly couldn’t be hastily decided in one night.

Such an important matter surely required careful consideration, and he was mentally prepared for it.

Lynn took out the communication conch from his spatial ring. After studying it for a while, he found that it was an alchemical item, incorporating some biological alchemy techniques.

After confirming its safety, he infused his mental energy into it.

The next moment, the communication conch responded, prompting him to choose a contact. Remarkably, all of this was done in his mind.

There was only one contact at the moment, Jim, with whom he had exchanged communication signals not long ago.

After confirming, it didn’t take long for a voice to come through the communication conch.

“Mister Lynn, how can I help you?” Jim’s voice sounded.

“Do you have a way to sell alchemical creatures?” Lynn asked.

“You want to sell alchemical creatures?”

“Hm.” Today, Lynn had spent the whole day in various shops, with a particular focus on alchemy-related stores. He found that his creation, Iron Serpent No. 1, still had a certain competitive edge.

Lynn didn’t mind selling Iron Serpent No. 1 because only by selling it could he have the money to buy more resources for experiments and then continuously research new finished products.

At this stage, Lynn wasn’t planning to leave Demon City. The academic and research environment here was truly wonderful.

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