The Wizard: Starting with Infinite Part-Time Jobs

Chapter 138 A World Apart: The Demon-Slaying Wood

"It is indeed lighter, but it feels more solid in the hand, like the wood has become denser."

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"It seems the assembled wooden materials have been significantly improved. This is an internal optimization, and even if it were disassembled, it wouldn't be noticeable," Aiden remarked with a sense of realization.

He leaned the broom against the wall and patted the sawdust off his hands.

"Alright, let's give it a try."

With that, Aiden rode his magic broom to the garden.

The broom suddenly bounced off the ground, the grass underfoot was pressed down by the airflow and flattened in all directions, and the fallen leaves in the garden were swirled around in the air.

He circled dozens of times in mid-air, his speed noticeably faster than before.

"That's good. We've reduced the consumption of magic stones by nearly 30%, which means less expense. Although I'm not short of money right now, it's better than nothing."

"If I build other vehicles in the future and inscribe this hidden rune again, I can unconditionally optimize the structure," Aiden grinned.

He was already starting to think about how he could use this rune on something else, and that would save him more than just a few magic stones.

It can be used in future transportation, defensive artifacts, and even weapons.

"Aiden, what are you doing, circling around in the sky like an idiot?"

Below, Annie's voice could be heard.

She was wearing a blue dress, and from the sky, she looked exactly like a blue lily.

She put her hands on her hips, pouted, and her whole face was full of curiosity.

The skirt swayed gently in the breeze, the blue fabric contrasting sharply with the surrounding green.

"I came out for some fresh air. It's been a long time, Senior Sister Annie." Aiden had returned to the ground and saw that Senior Sister Annie's expression was very relaxed, completely different from when she was flying in the sky. A faint smile was always on her lips.

"What are you busy with, you busy man? I came to see you before but you ignored me." Senior Sister Annie took two steps forward and raised her finger to poke Aiden's forearm lightly.

"I was busy analyzing new runes last time, Senior Sister," Aiden honestly confessed.

He had a good impression of this cheerful senior. Although she didn't have Lannika's superhuman talent, she was like a girl next door, and it was easy to get along with her.

Having been in Rune Courtyard for so long, Annie is one of the few people he feels he doesn't need to be wary of.

It's not because she's strong, but because she's genuine.

Every time I talk to her, I don't have to be formal or overthink it. I can say whatever I want, which is very comfortable.

"New runes? Aiden, I feel like you're different from before when I see you this time," Senior Sister Annie said earnestly.

The smile faded from her face, her brows furrowed slightly, and her gaze swept over Aiden from head to toe.

"It is a rune that can enhance mental power."

"I guess I've aged a bit because I went out with Senior Sister Iseli and I've become more mature," Aiden said with a laugh.

But Anne's expression told him that this explanation hadn't fooled him; her brows furrowed even more.

"In short, I estimate that the new runes will be available for teaching soon. Remember to attend Lord Lyon's rune class. The future of our Rune Academy's rune department depends on you."

After Aiden finished speaking, he waved to his senior sister Annie, turned around and went back into the house to say goodbye.

The figure grew smaller and smaller along the garden path, soon disappearing into the shadow of the building.

"Hmph. We barely exchanged a few words."

Watching Aiden's retreating figure, Annie felt a mix of emotions.

She stomped her foot on the ground, her lips pressed tightly together, her hands unconsciously clutching the hem of her skirt.

It's obvious to anyone with eyes that Aiden frequently visits the wizard towers of several first-ring wizards, and he even flies in on a magic broom.

In the entire Rune Courtyard, there were very few apprentices who could do this.

Although there aren't as many rules between formal wizards and wizard apprentices at Rune Courtyard, apart from Aiden, even Anne herself, who is well-liked by everyone, has to make an appointment before visiting.

Clearly, Aiden's identity is far more than that of a normal wizard apprentice.

Such treatment is rare, having been seen only a handful of times since the entire Rune Courtyard was established.

The last person to enjoy this treatment was several years ago.

"Aiden is just like my senior sister Ithelie from many years ago; all the first-ring wizards have high hopes for him," Anne exclaimed.

A gust of wind blew, causing her blue skirt to cling to her legs, but she didn't seem to notice, as if she were frozen in place.

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"However, Senior Sister Annie is getting more and more beautiful. Let's focus on our business."

"The Woodcraft Inventor profession has been unlocked, but there's still a lot of time before the next stage. Let's leave it for now," Aiden said, continuing to sit cross-legged in the room, making plans.

He took down the quiver hanging on the wall, placed it on his lap, and reached in with his fingers to fiddle with the arrows one by one.

"In the next three weeks, we also need to improve our combat strength. The most crucial thing is to get a good batch of arrows," Aiden muttered to himself, looking at his quiver.

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He pulled an arrow from his quiver, pressed it down hard, then released it, his brow furrowing even more.

"The arrows we use now are all very ordinary. They turn into powder as soon as they come into contact with witchcraft, and have no effect at all. The subsequent offensive relies entirely on the offensive power brought by my Arm Strength Technique, Soaring Eagle Wings Technique."

"So we need to get a batch of good wood to make arrows. Ideally, it should be wood that is resistant to magic."

As he spoke, Aiden closed his eyes and began to browse through his knowledge of wood.

The room was very quiet, and his breathing gradually slowed down.

The spatial butterfly, Little Butterfly, was already used to Aiden's closed eyes. It silently closed its eyes as well, knowing that it would soon be even closer to spinning its cocoon again.

It has been with Aiden for a long time, from initial unfamiliarity to current tacit understanding, no words are needed, a single glance is enough.

It was late at night at Aiden's cabin.

"Demon-slaying wood, the wood doesn't conduct magic well. It's not expensive, and it's very uncommon. Wizards don't need this kind of wood at all. Using it to make wands or other tools will greatly reduce its effectiveness due to the wood's inherent properties," Aiden muttered to himself as he opened his eyes.

"More importantly, this strange wood actually exists in the wizarding world, and it's incredibly sturdy. It's perfect for me to forge into arrows," Aiden grinned.

"However, I can't mass-produce arrows myself; I have to have them custom-made," Aiden said, resting his chin on his hand.

Early the next morning.

Aiden rode his magic broomstick toward the market area on the edge of the organization.

The broom flew close to the ground, creating a soft rustling sound.

In the distance, wisps of smoke could already be seen rising from the market town, mingling with the morning mist.

"If I remember correctly, there's a blacksmith shop in this city that makes things for ordinary people," Aiden muttered to himself.

The market entrance is an archway supported by two thick wooden pillars, with a wooden sign hanging above it bearing the three large characters "Market Area," though the characters are somewhat blurred.

The stone slabs underfoot were worn smooth and shiny, and the shops on both sides were side by side, with most of the signs being handwritten.