The Wizard Path From The Simulator

: How is it Possible?? (Seeking First Subscription)

Translator: 549690339

Shopkeeper, this is the new procurement list for the upcoming month, please take a look.

Hmm, put it aside for now, Ill take a look later.

The maid, Winona, placed the procurement list on the side, and then left the room.

Milton Cheney rubbed his forehead, then sat up and stretched his body.

The shop had been managed very well by Doka over the past three years, so taking over the shop was quite easy for Milton.

Doka was gone, so now all the shops affairs were solely Miltons responsibility.

The first few days of taking over were quite busy.

But for Milton, it wasnt anything significant.

After all, during his time in the Subcontinent, he had some experience managing industries within his family.

Milton was also pleased with the environment here, so he recently resumed experimenting with the engraving of Magic Disks.

His success rate for engraving ordinary Magic Disks is now quite high.

Milton had been locked away in this laboratory room for days, barely leaving.

However, most of the shopkeepers on this street already knew that the White Rose shop had a new manager.

There were also visitors, but Milton had rejected the majority of them.

Miltons priority upon first arriving here was, of course, to familiarize himself with his surroundings and duties.

Thankfully, after the hectic first couple of days, things became somewhat more relaxed.

Milton was now able to allocate a large chunk of each day to experiment with Magic Disks and practice his Meditation Technique.

Milton picked up the procurement list that Winona had left, studying the contents on the list with high focus.

After a moment, he nodded his head in approval.

Everything seemed fine, the record was detailed, and all of the expenditures seemed reasonable and within normal range.

Placing the procurement list back on the side, Milton collected the fluorite disk and finished Magic Disk in front of him, then prepared to get up and leave the room.

As the shopkeeper, he needed to spend most of his time in the shop each day.

If he wanted to go out for a stroll, naturally no one would stop him, since he was the shopkeeper, after all.

Just as he was about to get up, Milton seemed to hear something.

Suddenly, Miltons spiritual power surged, and the wooden door was pulled open using the force of his spiritual power.

Winona, whats the matter?

Lord, a visitor outside wants to see you.

To see me?

Milton was not surprised; there had been plenty of people wanting to see him these past few days.

However, unlike Doka, Milton had almost always turned these visitors away.

But why did this situation feel oddly familiar?

Yes, he is waiting inside the shop now.

Winona nodded as she explained, awaiting Miltons response. As soon as Milton declined, she would immediately convey the message.

Lets go see him, Im free now.

Milton spoke softly, then took a step forward, signaling for Winona to lead the way.

As it so happens, he was quite free at the moment, and his experiment with the Magic Disks had drawn to a close with no significant breakthroughs in sight.

Meeting this guest wouldnt cost him much time, so Milton chose not to refuse this audience.

Walking into the commercial area of the shop, most of the patrons gazes shifted to Milton.

They were all well aware that this young man was the new shopkeeper assigned by the White Rose School.

Their eyes were tilled mostly with curiosity, they couldnt help but wonder now such a young man had become the new shopkeeper.

So, they were naturally very polite and friendly, greeting Milton as he passed.

Tit for tat, Milton would also smile in response to those who greeted him.

Winona led Milton to a middle-aged man, then slightly bowed and excused herself.

Miltons attention then shifted to the man before him. Hello there, I think its our first meeting. My name is Lemley Arry. Before Milton could initiate the greeting, Lemley began.

Looking at the offered hand, Milton reached out for a soft shake.

Vernon Wesley, what can I do for you? We could talk in the backroom. Milton spoke quietly.

Milton didnt quite understand Lemleys intentions, but he didnt detect any malice from him.

Just a moment ago, Milton had turned on his Spiritual Eye to observe Lemley, who was revealed to be a Level 2 Wizard Apprentice.

To be honest, Lemley was a bit astonished when he first saw Milton.

He knew that the White Rose had sent a new shopkeeper, but he hadnt expected him to be so young. However, he did not let this surprise show on his face.

However, the next instant, his pupils contracted abruptly, only to return quickly back to normalcy.

Milton, who was standing before him, appeared to be oblivious to Lemleys momentary oddity.

Theres no need for that; we can just talk here.

I would like to make a transaction with your shop. I intend to purchase a large quantity of Magic Disks. The first batch is expected to be 500 finished Magic

Disks.

On hearing this, Miltons eyes flashed brightly.

It seems that a big business opportunity had presented itself. Milton asked, Are there any specific requirements?

Four hundred of Level 1, one hundred of Level 2, any kind.

Milton frowned slightly, pondering over it.

This was undoubtedly a huge deal, nearly equivalent to the shops few months sales volume.

Im sorry, Im really tempted, but the current stock of Magic Disks in the shop isnt sufficient to support such a big transaction.

Milton spoke with an undeniable hint of regret.

It was not about raising the price, but was due to the shops current situation.

The Magic Disk shop Milton had taken over wasnt the largest shop the White Rose School had in Curved Corner City.

The shop wasnt even particularly valued.

This shop was a small scale one, and it wasnt capable of supplying such a large quantity all at once.

Although Milton Cheney was somewhat tantalized by the commission from this deal, he was forced to decline reluctantly.

The reason why taking over the shop task was so popular within the school was because of its rich benefits.

Who would say no to more magic stones? Especially since, for Milton Cheney, magic stones also represented simulation counts, he naturally preferred having as many as possible.

With that in mind, Milton Cheney spoke again: Mr. Lemley, there are more than a dozen magic disk shops in Curved Corner City to my knowledge, why did you choose us?

This was indeed puzzling for Milton Cheney.

We didnt choose you; we purchase batches of magic disks from every shop.

That sentence had a wide range of implications.

The easiest explanation was that a powerful force was backing Lemley.

Milton Cheney just nodded, not asking further.

We can provide three hundred finished magic disks, including two hundred and seven at Level 1 Wizard Apprentice level, and thirty disks at Level 2 Wizard Apprentice level.

Milton Cheney quoted a number, which was indeed the shops maximum supply capability.

He didnt ask Lemley what he planned to do with these magic disks, after all, it didnt really concern him.

The two then discussed further details and finally settled on a number.

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lWvo hundred sixty magic disks at Level 1 Wizard Apprentice level, and forty magic disks at Level 2 Wizard Apprentice level.

Lemley decisively paid the deposit.

Milton Cheney took the small wooden box handed over by Lemley and opened it.

Inside, thirty magic stones emitting a purple glow were neatly arranged.

Watching Lemleys departing figure, Milton Cheneys eyes deepened significantly.

Lemleys bodily changes had been clearly observed by Milton Cheneys Spiritual Eye.

His heartbeat had sped up, as if he had witnessed something unbelievable.

The question was, it was the first time they saw each other, and Lemley was just a Level 2 Wizard Apprentice, so why such a huge reaction?

Even though Lemley thought he was hiding his abnormalities well, assuming that Milton Cheney hadnt noticed,

Milton Cheney was an old hand at this and didnt show any outward signs that he had noticed.

What did he see?

Milton spoke to himself in his heart.

He didnt think that Lemley would consider his youthful anomalies unusual. Because Lemleys oddities did not occur until after he shook hands with him, not at the moment they met.

Could he have spotted that I am a Level 3 Wizard Apprentice?

How is it possible? How is it?

A little distance away from the shop, Lemley was walking with his head down, muttering to himself.

He bumped into someone the next moment, knocking the person down. Whats the matter with you! Cant you watch where youre going! The knocked-down man looked unpleasant as he got up and spoke.

Im sorry, Im sorry.

Lemley quickly apologized, then hurried on.

Ordinarily, he would never behave this way.

The middle-aged man who had gotten up looked at Lemleys receding figure.

What an unlucky day, where did that lunatic come from.

Lemleys pace quickened gradually and then he turned into a dimly lit alley.

His face turned flushed, there was bloodshot in his eyes and he never stopped muttering.

At this point, he was vastly different from when he was having a pleasant conversation with Milton Cheney.

As time passed, Lemley walked out of the alley and stopped in front of a large compound.

His emotions had eased somewhat at this point and he stopped muttering, but his face was still flushed.

Lemley reached out a trembling hand and knocked on the door of the compound. As soon as someone opened the door and saw Lemley, they immediately let him in and quickly closed the door. The Lord is in the west room, you can go there.

Lemley nodded and paced even faster.

He soon reached the place, opened the door and a pretty woman was inside, knitting some cloth.

Seeing Lemley barge right in, the woman frowned and put down the exquisite garment she was knitting.

What matter has you in such a hurry?

Lemley gasped as if trying to calm his emotions. Seeing the woman frown, he quickly knelt on the ground.

Lord Lord, red red!!

His words came out stammering, unlike his usual steady self.

What red? Take your time!

The woman motioned for Lemley to stop kneeling and stand up, and to speak slowly.

Lemley seemed to think of something, a lightbulb moment, and then slapped his forehead.bender

The next moment, his spiritual power surged and a red token appeared in his hand.

The token was small and entirely crimson.

Moreover, this color was extremely bright, as if it were about to spill out.

If Milton Cheney was here watching this scene, he would be very surprised because a magic device that could be received into the Spiritual Sea was at least a Level 1 Magic Device.

The woman, seeing the token, lost her composed demeanor.

In just an instant, she appeared in front of Lemley, and then took over the token.

After confirming it, her expression was extremely serious.

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