Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

After the transaction was completed, Lynn took the pinch of dark gold powder, preparing to enhance the Death Knight once the assessment was finished.

Now that all my resources are exhausted, I need to hurry up and make money, otherwise I'll be out of a job when the assessment period ends.

Back in the same spot, the same material vendor was still there, but his stall had completely changed.

Several thick books were placed on a wooden table, two wooden chairs sat facing each other, and a green banner fluttered in the wind with five large characters written on it: "Knowledge Consultation Office"!

The stall owner was holding a teacup, looking completely at ease, but judging from the frequency with which he drank tea, his heart was not as calm as he appeared.

It has to be said that this outfit looks more professional than Lynn's simple stall, and a typical newcomer would probably choose his stall.

Unfortunately, he failed to build his "fame," and nobody bought into his act.

Lynn smiled gently, offering no sarcastic remarks, but instead giving a word of encouragement.

"Great job, bro! I'm already feeling the pressure!"

The guy was a little embarrassed, after all, he was stealing someone else's business.

I used to laugh at him for being delusional and trying to fool idiots with his words, but I never expected him to pull this stunt the very next day.

But... making money isn't shameful!

He pretended not to hear Lynn's words and buried his head in his teacup.

Mmm...good tea, good tea!

Lynn's stall had just been set up and opened for business shortly afterward.

A first-class apprentice glanced at Lynn, then looked at the stall next door, and paused slightly in surprise.

Who is this guy? Daring to offer advice next to the "problem solver," he must have something going on.

The apprentice was asking about the most common [Skeleton Armor] sorcery model, a trick that almost everyone has.

The stall owner, who was standing nearby, perked up his ears and heard the apprentice say that he wanted to solve the problem with the [Skeleton Armor]. His eyes lit up.

I can do that!

He has used the [Skeleton Armor] for many years and boasts that he knows everything about it.

He coughed twice quickly, cleared his throat, and shouted in a deliberately raised voice:

"【Skeleton Armor】? I know that trick all too well! I could spot the problem with my eyes closed!"

Lynn raised an eyebrow slightly.

No...who asked him?

That guy is dishonest!

Seeing that the two ignored him, the older brother simply decided to steal their customers.

"Hey bro, wanna check me out? My prices are fair, just a few contribution points per consultation!"

Upon hearing this, Lynn glanced at the guy sideways.

No, it's already rolled up?

The first-class apprentice standing in front of Lynn's stall paused, a clear look of hesitation on his face.

Although he has a good reputation as a "problem solver", the consultation fee is at least three contribution points, and he is not well-off.

Then take a look at the enigmatic stall owner next door.

Although I don't know their true abilities, they dare to stand next to the "Solver" and steal business, and they claim to be proficient in [Skeleton Armor], and they only ask for a little contribution point, so they must have some skill... right?

You can do a lot with the two contribution points you save!

He looked at Lynn with a slightly apologetic expression: "Um... Mr. Lynn, I..."

Lynn remained calm and simply raised her hand to indicate, "It's alright, please make yourself at home."

The apprentice, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, quickly went to the next stall and sat down on the brand-new wooden chair.

I explained my problem in detail and used a bone pen to draw the nodes that I kept getting wrong when building the model on the bone board provided by the vendor.

The old man took the bone plate, examined it for a moment, then his tightly furrowed brows relaxed. He muttered something to himself and gestured on the table with his fingers dipped in tea.

He was indeed skilled in using the [Skeleton Armor], but he hadn't studied the trick in depth. He had some basic knowledge of common problems, but he was far from being able to "solve them with his eyes closed."

The problem described by the apprentice involves a tiny energy blockage in the energy loop, which requires a fairly precise microscopic understanding of the model to pinpoint.

Half an hourglass had passed, and the older brother, with a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead, finally looked up and said with a hint of uncertainty:

"Your problem lies at the end of the third energy loop. The energy output is too strong, causing poor return flow, which accumulates at the seventh stabilizing rune."

"Try pausing slightly when the third loop is about 70% complete during the construction phase, and divert a small portion of energy to the backup branch..."

The apprentice tried his method with some skepticism.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, negative energy surging at his fingertips. A layer of grayish-white bone-like phantom material emerged and condensed with difficulty on his body surface, a process that was noticeably smoother than usual.

However, the formed bone armor was nearly 30% thinner than normal, and its luster was inconsistent, raising concerns about its stability.

"Did it...do it work?"

The apprentice looked at the "shrunken" skeletal armor on his body, his tone somewhat uncertain.

Although the problem seems to have eased somewhat and it has managed to take shape, the effect is greatly diminished.

Seeing this, the older brother quickly said:

"See, it worked! That shows the right approach! Go back and practice more, get used to the rhythm, and the results will get better and better! Here's a contribution point for you."

The apprentice hesitated for a moment, feeling as if he had indeed "solved" the problem, and finally paid some contribution points and got up to leave, trying to maintain that thin layer of bone armor as he walked.

The guy held the contribution points he had just received, breathed a long sigh of relief, and felt a surge of pride, thinking, "I can do it too."

He subconsciously turned his head and glanced at Lynn with a slightly provocative look, wanting to see how his "rival" would react.

This glance instantly extinguished his smugness.

A small queue of four or five people had formed in front of Lynn's stall!

Moreover, those queuing did not show any impatience; on the contrary, they mostly looked expectant.

They waited quietly, occasionally exchanging whispers, mostly about things like, "I heard that a little guidance from him can increase power by 20%", or "He solved my friend's difficult problem in just two sentences last time."

At this moment, Lynn was receiving a second-class apprentice whose question seemed quite complicated, with intricate loops drawn on the bone plate.

Lynn glanced at it a few times, then picked up the bone pen and quickly circled and outlined the modification plan in several key positions, while explaining the principle in a low voice.

The whole process took no more than twenty or thirty breaths!

The second-class apprentice suddenly understood, his face showing admiration. He readily paid the contribution points and left satisfied.

Wait... is this kid really that efficient? Or is he just a fraudster again?

The older brother felt a tightness in his chest, but at the same time, he was a little unconvinced.

He took a deep breath, roused himself, and waved enthusiastically to the apprentices who were about to line up at Lynn's stall:

"Brother, do you have any problems with witchcraft? Come take a look at my place! It's cheap and affordable!"

The apprentice was stopped by him, hesitated, and walked over, taking out a document about the unstable energy condensation of [Negative Energy Rays].

When the guy heard that, his head went blank.

Although the [Negative Energy Ray] is a common apprentice-level sorcery, it involves energy compression and stable release, requiring a precise understanding and manipulation of energy particles, which is precisely its weakness.

Once again, my brother embarked on a lengthy process of analysis, calculation, and tentative solutions, but this time it took even longer, and his proposed solution was riddled with flaws.

The apprentice tried his method twice, but not only did he fail to solve the problem, he almost injured himself due to the energy disorder.

The apprentice stood up, his face grim, slammed the bone plate on the table, his voice filled with barely suppressed anger:

"Do you even know what you're doing? If you don't, don't waste my time! If you hurt yourself while practicing incorrectly, can you afford to pay for it?"

After saying that, he overturned his brother's wooden table, turned around and went to line up in front of Lynn's stall, muttering something under his breath.

The older brother was stunned when the apprentice overturned his table in front of everyone, his face turning pale and then red.

Seeing the pointing and snickering coming from the people at Lynn's stall next door, the older brother felt his face burning with embarrassment.