I Am Doing Daily Tasks in the Wizarding World

In the laboratory, the liquid in the test tube was clear and bright, like an uncut natural ruby, radiating a magnificent and magical glow.

This was a demon bloodline potion, formulated using the essence of demon flesh and blood. For Lynn, who had prior experience with lizard-man potions, creating a potion infused with a demon’s bloodline was not particularly challenging.

However, the success rate of this potion was still unproven. Firstly, demon blood was notoriously difficult to fuse, and the more powerful the creature, the harder it was to integrate its bloodline. Demon blood, in particular, was notoriously volatile.

Secondly, this was Lynn’s first attempt at crafting such a bloodline reagent. He did not expect to create a perfect product on his first try, acknowledging that there was much room for improvement and refinement.

Lynn placed the test tube on a nearby rack and bent down to clean the flesh and blood remnants from the laboratory table. After washing his hands and drying them with a cloth, he turned to his assistant, “Did you learn it? I’ve demonstrated it three times.”

“Almost,” Liszt replied.

“Good, you’ll be making the potions from now on,” Lynn said, then looked at Lauren and beckoned him over. “Where are the goblins?”

Lauren pulled a line of goblins, each no taller than his thigh, from a nearby corridor.

“Master, these are the ones with the best physical attributes,” Lauren said.

Lauren looked down at the goblins he was holding. The little goblins looked up at him, bewildered, not knowing what was about to happen. Holding their hands, Lauren led them into a small adjacent room, the ten little goblins following like a clueless entourage.

Lauren filled a syringe with the reagent and began administering it to the goblins one by one.

Bang!

The second goblin injected couldn’t withstand the demon bloodline and exploded.

The third goblin followed suit, its body blowing apart into pieces too small for even the best puzzle master to reassemble.

When the door opened again, Lauren emerged, covered in blood and carrying two goblins whose pupils had turned dark red and whose auras had drastically changed.

“20% success rate. Looks like it needs further improvement. Take them to test their physical attributes,” Lynn said, shifting his gaze back to his work.

The success rate might fluctuate somewhat, but whether it rises or falls, around 20% is far from sufficient. The losses were too great; the profit lost in the process outweighs the cost of directly purchasing ready-made slaves from the market and then training them.

Not all wizards cultivate their followers from scratch. Aside from well-established factions that have a complete system in place, it’s generally a time-consuming process for ordinary wizards to cultivate followers.

Lynn’s focus wasn’t entirely on this at the moment. However, to become a first-level wizard, he had nearly met all the requirements. What remained were the transformation ritual to become a wizard, the completion of his wizard tower, and the training of his followers.

“Improving the demon bloodline potion is now your responsibility,” Lynn said to Liszt. “I hope to see results within twenty years.”

Liszt felt the weight of the task but nodded resolutely. Although it was a heavy burden, it was also an opportunity. If he were merely replicating existing potion formulas, any apprentice with some knowledge of alchemical studies could replace him. Only by showcasing his value in these foundational yet intricate tasks could he earn Lynn’s favor.

Lynn’s talents were worth following. Liszt believed Lynn’s future would surpass that of a mere first-level wizard.

After instructing Liszt, Lynn decided to visit the market to look for suitable slaves. He had visited several places in the past few days but hadn’t found any that met his standards.

As Lynn left, he ran into Ido, who was just coming out of her residence. She remarked casually, “What’s the matter? You look so gloomy. Being a wizard should be enjoyable. Isn’t it exhausting to frown all the time?”

“It’s nothing. By the way, where did you buy your slaves?” Lynn asked.

He had seen Ido’s slaves before. Although they weren’t high-level, their energy and quality seemed quite good.

“You want to buy slaves? You should have told me earlier. I know someone who deals in that business. I’ll take you to him,” Ido said with a wink.

“In Demon City?”

“Of course, where else? I’m not taking you to faraway places. You might have heard of his shop—it’s called Silver Wing Merchant Guild.”

“I have heard of it,” Lynn replied.

Lynn had visited the merchant guild before. It mainly dealt in slaves and various raw materials. Many of Lynn’s raw materials had been purchased from Silver Wing Merchant Guild.

“This Silver Wing Merchant Guild also deals in the slave trade,” Ido informed Lynn.

“And the branch head of Silver Wing Merchant Guild here is a friend of my father’s,” she added.

Lynn was taken aback. A friend of Ido’s father? Her father was a legendary wizard. To be friends with someone of that stature…

“Come on, I’ll take you there,” Ido said, lifting the hem of her dress as she walked ahead. Seeing Lynn still standing there, she urged, “What are you waiting for? Don’t worry, he’s an old friend of my dad’s.”

…

“Lady Ido, is this the friend you mentioned who wants to purchase slaves?” An elderly man with meticulously groomed white hair and dressed in a black suit eyed Lynn, making him feel pressured.

“Yes, Uncle Noah, this is my new neighbor and friend,” Ido responded nonchalantly. “He’s looking to buy some slaves, and since you deal in that business, I thought I’d introduce you.”

Noah was silent for a moment before nodding. “Our Silver Wing Merchant Guild deals in slaves. I wonder what kind of slaves this friend is looking to purchase?” he asked, handing Lynn a catalog.

“Here are all the slaves we have for sale. If you see anything you like, let me know. Since you’re Lady Ido’s friend, I can offer you a 20% discount.”

Lynn opened the catalog, his expression growing stiff. The first page featured a demon lord, with the price listed in astronomical figures. Lynn glanced at the magic stone number, which was as long as a phone number, and silently turned to the next page.

A Hill Dwarf King with a trace of the bloodline of the Dwarf God.

Lynn silently flipped through the pages faster.

Finally, he flipped to the last page that featured a dragon beast with red dragon bloodline.

It was evident that the Silver Wing Merchant Guild specialized in high-end slaves. While there were rare slaves skilled in craftsmanship, their prices were beyond Lynn’s reach.

Lynn was looking for a batch of high-quality but affordable slaves. The demons in the Abyss didn’t demand high-quality weapons.

Moreover, the demons that the fly demon subdued were not formidable demon armies, so their weapon quality requirements were not that high. Lynn considered this as the start-up phase for both himself and the fly demon. The two partners could begin with low-end products to earn some initial profit and then gradually move on to more lucrative ventures.

Lynn comforted himself with the thought that even if he created high-end products, the fly demon wouldn’t be able to afford them.

“These are too expensive for me. I can’t afford them,” Lynn admitted frankly. “I am only looking to purchase some low-level dwarves or slaves skilled in crafting weapons.”

Noah’s eyes flashed with a hint of appreciation at Lynn’s honesty. In the past, Ido had brought other wizards to him, and he was aware of her situation. There were always those with ulterior motives who tried to take advantage of Ido’s kindness. As long as they weren’t too excessive, he usually turned a blind eye.

Just as Noah was about to respond to Lynn, he suddenly paused, his ears twitching slightly. He then looked at Lynn deeply.

“If you need some dwarf slaves, perhaps I can help,” Noah said. “I remember that our merchant guild is expecting a batch of slaves soon, and there might be some dwarves that meet your requirements.”

“Thank you, that would be a great help!” Lynn expressed his gratitude. The Silver Wing Merchant Guild, being a prestigious and reputable establishment, would certainly not resort to offering subpar slaves just to placate him.

“It’s a minor matter,” Noah replied with a smile and a nod.

“It will take about two to three days for the slaves to arrive. Once they do, I will have someone notify you. As for the price, we’ll stick to the 20% discount as promised.”

As they left the Silver Wing Merchant Guild, Lynn turned to Ido and said, “Thank you so much for today.”

“It’s alright. I haven’t made many friends since I got here anyway. From now on, big sister Ido will look out for you,” Ido said, lifting her chin proudly. “Come on, call me ‘big sister’ and let me hear it.” Her face beamed with pride.

Lynn looked down at Ido, who barely reached his chest, and ruffled her white hair.

“Hey, that’s disrespectful! I won’t help you anymore,” Ido said, pushing his hand away angrily.

…

In a certain plane of magic civilization…

On the southern hilly plains, a large number of dwarves lived. Many trade caravans frequently traversed this area. The dwarf clans were famous for two things: their crafted weapons and their exceptionally strong liquor.

Numerous dwarf clans were scattered across the hilly region. Some dwarves preferred to live in excavated mines, while others resided in stone houses on the surface.

However, their peaceful and warm lives were abruptly shattered one day. A squad of slave catchers, riding winged horses¹ and wielding spears and chains, descended from the sky. After a one-sided crushing fight, many dwarf slaves were dragged away.

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1. TL/N: 

   -To make things easier, I used winged horses for now instead of Pegasus or pegasi.

   -From a Quora answer, “Pegasus is/was unique — there’s ever only one Pegasus, which is that white-winged stallion of Medusa and Poseidon in Graeco-Roman mythology. That means no plural for it.”

   -There’s also a star called Pegasi. ↩︎