Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience - Chapter 261 - 012: Please let me introduce to you...
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Chapter 261: 012: Please let me introduce to you…
Star Language Manor, garden.
“Whoosh!~”
The cold night wind swept through the garden, rustling the flowers and grass. In the vast garden, Lynch was the only one standing there, his figure lonely and bleak.
Sitting on the edge of a flower bed, Lynch took out a leather pouch, faced the direction of the Tulip Domain, and poured the wine inside onto the ground.
“Farewell.” His voice carried a trace of a sigh.
This was a day he had known would come eventually, yet when it did, he couldn’t help but feel a certain sadness.
Another person he considered close was gone.
“Wizard Lynch.”
At that moment, an elderly voice sounded as a man in formal attire approached.
Lynch turned around and bowed, saying, “Wizard Ron… Oh, no, Mentor.”
The arriving Wizard Ron had once sought Avery, hoping to take Lynch as his apprentice before Lynch had officially advanced, as cultivating apprentices could earn Wizards significant rewards if the apprentice successfully advanced.
Lynch had already advanced to Wizard but hadn’t reported it yet. After hearing about this from Avery, he took the initiative to contact Wizard Ron and formed a mentor-apprentice relationship.
Lynch believed that making friends could open up opportunities. Since it cost him nothing, it couldn’t hurt to extend a favor.
Wizard Ron chuckled, his demeanor serene: “You don’t need to flatter me. Your advancement had nothing to do with me. With your talent, as long as you get proper training, surpassing me in the Wizard path is only a matter of time.”
Lynch replied with a smile, “Once a teacher, always a teacher.”
Not all Purebloods saw Lynch as a threat; some were quite friendly toward him. Wizard Ron belonged to that minority.
Although their mentor-apprentice relationship was nominal, whenever Lynch encountered issues and sought him for discussion, Ron would generously impart his knowledge, leaving no question unanswered.
While he didn’t have much to teach Lynch, in the areas where he could, he had certainly earned the title of mentor.
Wizard Ron chuckled and said, “Since you’ve said such things, I, as your teacher, can’t let you leave empty-handed.”
He reached into his Space Pocket and took out a scroll, handing it to Lynch.
Lynch asked curiously, “What is this?”
Wizard Ron replied, “Open it and you’ll see.”
Lynch unfolded the scroll, revealing lines of densely packed runes—Wizard-level runes.
He exclaimed in surprise, “Ring Spell Model?”
Sitting before him was a complete model for a First Ring Spell.
Wizard Ron nodded in confirmation. “Yes, this spell model is called ’Blood and Fire Hymn.’ It’s an enhancement-type magic, capable of temporarily boosting one’s strength to a certain degree.”
He paused and chuckled. “You’ve already been a Wizard for so long, and yet I haven’t given you anything. Consider this your advancement gift—as long as you acknowledge me as your mentor.”
Lynch frowned, hesitating. “This…”
Acquiring Wizard-level knowledge before a formal alliance was against the rules. If pursued seriously, neither Lynch nor Ron would escape punishment.
Lynch didn’t mind—he was preparing to leave—but Wizard Ron still lived here.
Wizard Ron noticed his concerns and reassured him, “Take it. The fact that I offer it now means it’s already permissible.”
“Everyone knows about Miss Avery’s situation by now. It’s time to declare positions. My gesture can serve as an example for those Purebloods observing from the sidelines, fulfilling my initial promise.”
Hearing Ron’s reasoning, Lynch couldn’t refuse further and accepted the scroll.
“Thank you,” Lynch said solemnly.
Wizard Ron shook his head. “It’s nothing.”
After a moment’s thought, he added, “The order on these lands has lingered for too long. It’s birthed too many vested interests. They act like hoarders guarding a treasure house, refusing anyone new to approach.”
“These short-sighted leeches clutch at scraps as if they’re priceless treasures, fearful that someone might take them.”
“They neither strive to improve nor expand their abilities, merely scheming within the rules to enslave others and reap the rewards effortlessly!”
“This land will inevitably collapse in their hands!”
Wizard Ron fumed with anger.
Lynch opened his mouth but remained silent. While he had always known his mentor was outspoken, Ron’s words still took him by surprise. Among Purebloods, Ron was certainly unconventional.
After venting his frustrations, Wizard Ron addressed Lynch again: “I’m sorry, as your mentor, I couldn’t fight for more for you. What little I can offer feels shamefully insufficient.”
Lynch shook his head. “You’re far too modest.”
The Golden Key Library contained many books filled with advanced knowledge far beyond Lynch’s initial understanding. Whenever he faced obstacles, it was Wizard Ron who provided solutions.
Having delved deeply into Wizard Power for years, Ron not only had foundational expertise but leveraged his network to find answers from other Wizards in areas he didn’t understand.
Lynch’s swift ability to absorb all the knowledge within the Golden Key Library owed much to Wizard Ron.
“Do not underestimate this scroll, ’Blood and Fire Hymn.’ It’s part of an entire Magic System. However, due to rule restrictions, I cannot teach you the rest for now. Start with this, and when the situation changes, I’ll share the rest with you.”
Wizard Ron departed.
Watching the man’s receding figure, Lynch touched his nose and mused, “What an interesting old man. If I had become his apprentice when first entering the Wizard World, perhaps my life would have unfolded differently?”
Lost in thought, Lynch stored the scroll and walked away.
“Wizard Lynch!”
He hadn’t taken more than two steps before another voice called out to him.
Lynch turned his head and saw a stranger—a man he had never met before. By appearance, the man seemed to be about the same age, wearing a Wizard-level cloak.
Lynch stopped and asked, “Who are you?”
The young Wizard approached Lynch, bowed slightly, and then with a small smile said, “You don’t know me, but perhaps you’ve heard my name. I’m Ack Lance Joseph, currently serving the Joseph family.”
Oh!
Lynch thought for a moment and quickly recognized the young Wizard’s identity. Trained by the Shadow Tower, Ack had recently advanced a few years ago. Like Lynch, he was a muggle wizard.
With limited numbers of Wizards in existence, any new advances in Wizard Organizations attracted attention. Though they might not know each other personally, names were always passed around.
Lynch returned the courtesy, saying, “It’s a pleasure meeting you.”
Ack continued, “I saw what happened earlier in the banquet hall. Those scoundrels were far too bold—the audacity of mere apprentices daring to challenge a Wizard’s dignity! It’s outrageous! If you wish to hold them accountable, I’m happy to testify for you anytime.”
Lynch shook his head. “That won’t be necessary.”
Provocation by someone of similar power might count as an offense. But as for those in the banquet hall… Well, at most, they were insignificant little distractions from an otherwise mundane life.
Ack sighed and suddenly empathized, saying, “I understand your reluctance to stir up trouble.”
“Indeed, if I were in your position, I’d likely make the same choice.”
“After all, such people come from the Bloodlines of Wizard Families on this land, while we are born of humble origins as muggles. If the situation escalates, the rules might not favor us. Better to avoid unnecessary conflict.”
“They speak of alliances, of acceptance, but in truth, muggles remain muggles. When have we ever been truly embraced? When has this land’s gates ever truly opened to us? Don’t you agree?”
Lynch raised his eyebrows suspiciously.
What’s this…?
Are we even that familiar?
He laughed awkwardly and responded perfunctorily, “Ha, is that so? Perhaps?”
Whether Ack misunderstood Lynch’s intention to avoid sharing deeply personal matters or whether Ack himself was eccentric, he poured out a string of negative emotions to Lynch.
Finally, he suddenly said, “In this cold world, only kindred spirits can understand one another. Our group has privately established an organization, mostly composed of muggles from various Wizard Organizations, including both Wizards and apprentices, united in mutual support. Would you be interested in learning more?”
Lynch froze. “What?”
Ack held up a finger, forming a cross over his chest, and then introduced himself with reverence: “Our organization is called the Freemasonry Church. Here, there are no Bloodline distinctions, no high or low status. All members are equal, sharing common aspirations, beliefs, and ideals.”
Lynch was momentarily stunned.
Ack continued, glowing with pride, “Now, let me introduce to you the supreme leader of our Church—a figure who has given us guidance and salvation, helping us find clarity within this confused world.”
“Our leader is none other than: Father.”
