Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

On the morning of the third day, the Gear and Bone Shop was closed, but conversations could be heard coming from inside.

Inside the reception room, Harold chatted casually with three unfamiliar faces, occasionally glancing up at the door.

Thomas was waiting at the shop entrance, anticipating that figure.

Seeing Lynn approaching, Thomas's eyes lit up and he quickly went to greet him.

Lynn nodded slightly and followed Thomas through the door.

Harold laughed heartily and came forward, while the others also stood up.

Harold walked up to Lynn and lowered his voice, speaking very quickly:

"We originally invited four people, but one of them had to leave at the last minute."

Having said that, Harold led Lynn to a seat, personally poured tea, and quickly introduced them:

"This is the chief deacon under Lord Saron of the 'Soul-Binding Bell Tower,' specializing in the problem of solidifying soul containers."

"This is Old Keli from 'Magic Construct,' who has been stuck on the core overload problem of his construct for half a year."

"And this one, Master Todd from 'Bonesmith Shop,' has been unable to resolve the stress cracks caused by the fusion of his bones and metal."

After that, Harold introduced Lynn to the three of them. The three greeted each other and then presented their respective problems.

Lynn glanced at the items placed in front of each of the three people.

A semi-transparent soul box, a palm-sized construct core, and a piece of spliced ​​bone blade.

Without any pleasantries, he raised his hand and said, "Let's begin."

The first issue is the dissipation of energy from the Soul Box.

Lynn's fingertips rested on the surface of the Soul Box. After circulating his analysis for three breaths, Lynn pretended to examine it for a moment before speaking:

"The inner soul stabilization runes and the outer space compression array are out of sync in frequency. The phase difference between the seventh and twelfth nodes is 0.5 cycles. Recalibrate or embed a soul dust harmonization layer in the interlayer."

The deacon was slightly taken aback, not expecting Lynn to see the problem so quickly. He then picked up the bone plate and quickly made notes.

The second issue is core overload.

This one was rather complicated. Lynn used his mental energy to probe into the core circuit, and after analyzing it, he frowned and lingered for half an hour.

The others weren't in a hurry either, quietly waiting while drinking tea.

As formal wizards, they have plenty of patience.

"The heat dissipation runes are too densely arranged, forming local energy vortices. Moving the three sets of runes at the tail to the sides will extend the path by 7%, which can increase the overload threshold by 30%."

Old Ke's lips moved, but he didn't speak. Instead, he tapped his fingers lightly on the edge of the table, a habitual gesture when he was thinking.

He kept thinking about it and felt that Lynn's words made sense, but he never put them into practice and didn't know if they could solve the problem.

The third item is the crack in the bone blade.

Lynn took the half-finished piece, lightly flicked the blade with his fingertips, and listened to its humming sound.

This one is simple; Lynn gave a solution after a moment.

"During the smelting process, the ratio of Titan alloy to bone powder was unbalanced, with the alloy accounting for 4% more. The cooling rate could not keep up, leading to the accumulation of internal stress. Next time, we will add a small amount of earth vein fluid as a buffer, or switch to segmented casting."

Master Todd's pupils contracted slightly. After a moment of silence, he stood up and solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute.

This kid's got some skills.

From the first item to the third, it took only the time it takes to use an hourglass, yet it solved a problem that the three of them had been researching for several years.

Although Harold had already praised Lynn, the three of them still found it hard to believe.

This kid's explanation sounds very reasonable, but we don't know if it's actually useful.

At this moment, Lynn spoke up: "The construct core requires 800 magic stones, and the other two require 500 magic stones each."

The three exchanged glances but ultimately refrained from voicing any doubts.

Whether it works or not, we'll find out when we get back. Questioning it now will only upset Lynn.

If you finish questioning it and save a few hundred magic stones, then go back and try it out and it really works, and next time you shamelessly come to ask for help, do you think Lynn will raise the price for you?

We must not let small gains lead to big losses.

As Lynn picked up his teacup to moisten his throat, the three visitors each took out their pouches containing magic stones and placed them on the table, without any bargaining.

The steward whispered, "If you have the time, sir, there are a few other difficult cases regarding the Soul-Binding Bell Tower. I wonder if you could..."

Lynn put down her teacup: "We can schedule another time in three days."

The deacon said no more, left the magic stone behind, and departed with the soul box.

He wants to go back and try it out first, and then consider whether to recommend others.

The other two also simply left, saying they would visit again if it was helpful.

After everyone left, Harold counted the three bags of magic stones on the table.

The base reward is 1,000 for both items, with the core artifact costing an additional 800, for a total of 1,800.

Harold pushed it toward Lynn's hand while sighing:

"My old buddies, who are usually all very stubborn, didn't dare to ask a single question today."

Lynn didn't reply, but took the magic stone bag in his hand, intending to give some to Harold as a reward for his hard work.

Harold saw through Lynn's thoughts and quickly waved his hand in refusal.

"We agreed that you earn your magic stones and I'll earn my favors. Giving me more magic stones would be a slap in the face."

Lynn had no choice but to give up after hearing this, since he didn't really want to give it to them anyway.

Harold poured Lynn another cup of hot tea, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke:

"Are you really not considering opening a shop? With your discerning eye, in less than three years, anyone in the entire Bone Spire who has even a little bit of construction, alchemy, or runes will be begging to come to your door."

Lynn shook his head and said no more.

Harold sighed.

If he had this skill, why would he need to open a construction shop? He would have become a respected "master of debunking" long ago.

What? You're saying someone might have ulterior motives?

You have no idea how terrifying a network of connections a "master of problem-solving" can accumulate!

If anyone dares to cause you trouble, just say so, and countless people will probably help you solve those problems.

The two chatted casually about the market and anecdotes from the academy before Lynn got up to say goodbye.

As he reached the door, he stopped and patted Thomas, who had been respectfully seeing him off, on the shoulder again: "Do a good job."

Thomas was flattered and quickly bowed, saying, "Yes! Thank you, sir!"

Because of his relationship with Lynn, Thomas has received a lot of help from Harold in recent years, and his life has become much easier.

Now he has been promoted to second-class apprentice and has even developed a few gadgets under Harold's guidance.

By selling those trinkets to apprentices, he was able to accumulate some cultivation resources.

Thomas is satisfied with his current life. Although his cultivation speed is not fast, it is safe.

As long as Harold, the second-circle wizard, remains alive, he can slowly grow under his protection.

Unlike Lillian, who, despite being lucky enough to snag a "pure" third-class apprentice thanks to her looks, lived a blissful life.

But after the outbreak of the academy war, her innocent boyfriend was also drafted into battle.

And then... he never came back.

Lillian had originally hoped to find another honest man to take care of her, but instead she encountered a pervert who ultimately tormented her to death...