Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

After leaving the ossuary, Lynn did not go straight back to the laboratory, but instead headed towards Ghost Market.

He still had some magic stones, but Dragon Soul needed to be fed a large number of pure souls to advance to level 6.

I checked the prices at the college's exchange counter before. Although they guarantee quality, the prices are too high.

You can buy more of the same magic stones at the market.

However, most stalls only sell individual souls, and buying them one by one is too troublesome. It is still necessary to go to a shop that specializes in selling souls.

The Ghost Market was still bustling, with a wide variety of specialties from different worlds, but Lynn didn't have any particular need for them.

Soon, he arrived at a shop that specialized in selling souls and various "businesses" related to souls—the Soul-Binding Bell Tower.

The Soul-Binding Bell Tower is the shop of Saron, a soul-type mentor known as the Soul Eater. It mainly offers guidance on safe soul devouring, trait stripping services, soul resistance training, and the sale of high-quality souls.

Saron himself primarily studies the devouring and transformation of souls, and his methods of devouring are radical, leading to an increasingly bizarre personality.

As for why a shop is named "Clock Tower," you can tell from its appearance.

The three-story gray-white building has a huge bronze bell hanging at the entrance, with densely engraved soul-binding runes on its surface.

Lynn analyzed the bronze bell and discovered that it had the functions of detecting, warning, suppressing, and intimidating souls.

Push the door open and enter; a small bell at the door rings out a clear "ding-a-ling" sound.

The shop was dimly lit, and the walls were covered with crystal bottles of all sizes, each containing a cloud of soul mist of various colors.

The pale white ones are the souls of ordinary people, the gray-black ones are vengeful spirits, the light blue ones are the pure souls of wizard apprentices, and occasionally there are a few dark blue ones, which are the pure souls of formal wizards.

A person was standing behind the counter, looking down and organizing the account books.

He heard footsteps, looked up, and immediately smiled when he saw who it was.

"Lord Lynn! It's been a long time."

Lynn recognized him; he was the Soul-Binding Bell Tower Deacon she had seen at Harold's shop a few years ago.

He had a difficult problem with solidifying a soul container, which Lynn solved for him. Later, he even introduced several clients to Lynn.

Lynn was always polite to his customers, after all, he was counting on them to earn magic stones.

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Lynn revealed his purpose.

"I need some pure, wizard-grade souls to feed the undead."

The butler nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes! How much do you want?"

"Let's check the quality first."

The deacon led him behind the counter and opened a special storage cabinet.

Inside, dozens of crystal bottles were neatly stacked, each containing a pure and transparent cloud of soul mist, without a trace of impurity.

"These were just collected, extracted from several recently deceased Calamity-level undead or creatures, and haven't been processed yet."

The deacon pointed to several bottles. "This batch is of the best quality, with over 90% of the souls intact."

Lynn picked up a bottle and looked at it against the light.

[Analysis] After scanning, the data appears - Soul integrity 93%, purity 87%, indeed top-quality.

"How many magic stones?"

"Souls of this level typically cost around two thousand magic stones."

Lynn frowned slightly; it was more expensive than he had expected, but it was still reasonable.

A calamity-level undead costs between five thousand and tens of thousands of magic stones, with some special ones costing even more.

A single soul naturally has a lower level.

Having been in business for so many years, the butler was quite adept at reading people. Seeing Lynn remain silent in thought, he immediately lowered his voice:

"You have helped me solve many problems over the years, and I will always remember that."

"In that case, I'll give you the highest discount on this batch of goods, 20% off, as a thank you for your guidance over the years."

Wow—a direct 20% discount? That's so generous!

One soul can save you 400 magic stones, and if you buy a lot, you can indeed save a lot of magic stones.

Lynn glanced at him and nodded: "Thank you very much."

He picked three bottles of the best quality and then selected a dozen or so bottles of slightly lower quality, spending less than 30,000 magic stones in total.

At this price, you can only buy half the quantity at the academy's exchange point.

The butler wrapped it up for him and handed it over, then suddenly said, "By the way, Your Excellency, I will also be attending the welcome dinner that Harold has prepared for you tonight. I will toast you there as well."

Lynn nodded: "Okay, see you tonight."

After leaving the Soul-Binding Bell Tower, Lynn strolled around the market again.

He suddenly stopped in front of a stall selling construction components.

It wasn't that the goods were particularly good, but rather that the stall owner was a dwarf!

This dwarf is not very strong; he is not yet at the level of a formal wizard.

It's important to know that wizarding academies are extremely hostile to non-human races. The non-human races encountered in white wizarding academies are usually servants, soldiers, or slaves.

In the Black Wizard Academy, especially in the Bone Spire, one rarely sees any living alien races.

After all, the negative energy here is so strong that it is difficult for ordinary life forms to survive for long. Only undead creatures can adapt.

I have no idea how this dwarf managed to get into this wizarding academy, how he established himself, and how he set up a stall.

The dwarf's stall displayed several palm-sized constructs, some flying, some crawling, and some burrowing, all exquisitely crafted.

Dwarves are skilled in forging, so these constructs are no problem for them either.

Lynn picked one up and looked at it. [Analysis] Scanning it—Ordinary material, average structure, low energy efficiency.

He put it down and continued walking.

He glanced at a stall selling witchcraft artifacts as he passed by.

Ordinary magical artifacts are beneath his notice, and those that do are not cheap.

He makes money quickly, but spends it even faster.

One must cultivate oneself, feed the dragon soul, care for the undead, and buy materials; each expense is substantial.

Spending a lot of magic stones to buy a magical artifact is not worthwhile, since the same effect can be achieved with magic.

As they walked, several apprentices approached, still looking somewhat uneasy in this formal wizarding market.

The one in the lead walked quickly with his head down, seemingly wanting to leave as soon as possible, but he didn't notice Lynn and bumped straight into him.

Lynn did not dodge; his mental field directly repelled him.

The man staggered to his feet, looked up and saw Lynn's face. His expression changed instantly, and he quickly took two steps back and bowed deeply.

"Lord Lynn! I was rude, please forgive me!"

When the people around him saw the wizard's robes on Lynn's body, their expressions changed drastically, and they quickly bowed their heads in respect.

Lynn glanced at him. He was a third-class apprentice. He vaguely felt that the man looked familiar, as if he were a client he had mentored during his apprenticeship.

However, he had served quite a few clients at the time, and more than ten years have passed, so his impression of them is not very deep.

"It's alright." He nodded and continued walking forward.

The apprentice breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Lynn didn't hold it against him.

The apprentices didn't straighten up until he was out of sight. One of the younger ones asked in a low voice, "Senior brother, do you know that person?"

The leader wiped the sweat from his brow, a hint of smugness in his voice: "Know him? More than just know him! More than a decade ago, when he was still an apprentice, I had him perform some witchcraft improvements."

"An apprentice?" The young apprentice's eyes widened. "So, what is he now...?"

"Didn't you see his wizard robes? That's a second-circle wizard."

The man lowered his voice.

"And I heard that he's not just an ordinary second-ring cultivator, but the kind who can kill even the Soul Master Morpheus."

The apprentices nearby gasped in shock.

"Senior brother, how did you come to know him during his apprenticeship?"

The man puffed out his chest: "I could tell he was extraordinary back then. He was knowledgeable even among the apprentices, and his insights were always spot-on. I knew he would achieve great things in the future."

"So I specifically paid him to ask me questions back then, hoping to build a good relationship. Looking back now, I realize how poor my judgment was..."

Although his "good fortune" was just wishful thinking on his part, being able to show his face in front of a formal wizard was already something to brag about.

The young apprentice looked on with envy: "Senior brother is brilliant! We are not so fortunate..."

Lynn had already walked far away and didn't hear the conversation. Even if she had, she wouldn't have cared much.