Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience - Chapter 269 - 020: The last thing before leaving...
Chapter 269: 020: The last thing before leaving…
Lynch asked doubtfully, “Copy?”
The book in his hand was clean, and the paper inside was crafted with the latest techniques. There was not the slightest trace of it being freshly excavated from the soil.
Vera nodded, “Yes. The batch of documents we acquired isn’t the original materials. However, the contents have been copied verbatim from the original versions. You only need to help us with the translation.”
“I see…”
Lynch immediately opened the pages and began examining them. After confirming the text inside, he gave an affirmative answer, “Hmm, it’s written in the fourth series of Rune Language, the official script of Southern Acadia. That’s fine; I’m familiar with this language.”
Beside him, Graham exclaimed joyfully, “Haha! Didn’t I say it would be fine? My brother’s expertise in Rune Language is unmatched in this region. Even against an Abyss Scholar, he wouldn’t be fazed.”
Wizard Vera nodded and smiled as well, “Then we’ll trouble Wizard Lynch.”
After a pause, he pulled out a Magic Stone Bag and handed it over, “Here’s an advance payment of 50% of your fee. The remainder will be paid once all the documents are translated. Would that be acceptable?”
That’s incredibly generous!
Most of the tasks Lynch had worked on were paid upon completion. Some payments would even get delayed indefinitely. Prepaid commissions were extremely rare, and it was the first time he encountered a case like the Cavas family directly paying 50% upfront.
For a moment, Lynch felt a surge of goodwill, “You’re being too considerate.”
Wizard Vera smiled, “Knowledge is priceless. We only have one requirement: ensure the accuracy of the translations.”
Lynch promised steadfastly, “I’ll do my utmost.”
Originally, Lynch thought the matter might encounter some obstacles, and he even suspected that the six-point-eight million figure was nothing more than a marketing ploy or stunt. But the smoothness of the proceedings seemed almost too good to be true.
Wizard Vera said, “Then I’ll leave you to your work. If you need anything, just let the apprentice at the door know. Graham, come with me; don’t disturb Wizard Lynch’s tasks. Go and check on Anna. It’s been a long time since you last saw her.”
Graham’s fiancée, Anna, was from the Cavas family. Their engagement had been arranged when they were very young.
“Ah, alright. I’ll leave things here in your hands, Lynch.”
“Mhm.”
Both Graham and Wizard Vera left, leaving the vast library with only Lynch and the towering collection of books.
Lynch glanced up at the study overhead and couldn’t help but comment, “They sure have a lot of nerve.”
Though Defense Magic had been cast over the study’s exterior, magic itself was static while people were dynamic. With enough knowledge, there wasn’t a spell in the world that couldn’t be unraveled.
“Didn’t expect Graham to have quite the clout.”
Lynch deduced that it was probably born out of trust in Graham.
Shaking his head, he dismissed the distracting thoughts and returned to his desk to start translating.
Time ticked by, and in the blink of an eye, a day had passed. Lynch had already successfully translated dozens of documents, piling them high on the desk.
At this moment, Wizard Vera and Graham returned.
Seeing that Lynch had translated so many documents in just one day, Wizard Vera’s eyes lit up, “Are all these translated? Impressive efficiency.”
Graham grinned, “Of course! He’s my brother.”
Vera scoffed mockingly, “Then why don’t you learn from him?”
Graham replied, “I’ve been trying, but I’m not a genius like him.”
Vera smirked and chided, “Get lost.”
After a pause, Vera picked up one of the translated documents and read through it. He then praised, “I’ve heard before about Wizard Lynch’s extensive knowledge, but I finally witnessed it firsthand today. With such skills, honestly, I feel quite inadequate.”
Lynch replied humbly, “You’re too kind.”
After a brief pause, Lynch spoke, “During my translation, I noticed something.”
Wizard Vera asked, “What is it?”
Lynch explained, “While these documents indeed belong to the Acadica Era, their content is overwhelmingly fragmented. Most of it consists of unorganized entries, lacking any coherent points of knowledge.”
“I don’t know what cost you paid to acquire these materials, but based on their current value…”
Lynch suspected the Cavas family might have been swindled. The documents lacked systematic value, mostly consisting of disjointed drafts and notes, barely qualifying as antique collectibles. They certainly weren’t worth multiple Magic Stones.
Although translating was his sole responsibility, and technically this issue had little to do with him, Lynch felt compelled to say something. After all, Graham’s family was an established ally, and taking this payment without comment would leave him with a guilty conscience.
Wizard Vera asked skeptically, “Is that so? Are you certain?”
Lynch nodded, “I’m sure.”
Wizard Vera’s expression turned more serious, “I’ll report this to the family later. Thank you for the information.”
Graham frowned, “What about the translations then…?”
Wizard Vera replied, “My apologies, Wizard Lynch. I may need to delay notifying you further. However, even if we suspend the task, we won’t ask for the advance payment back. Please rest assured.”
Lynch responded, “It’s fine.”
He had mentally prepared himself for the possibility of the advance payment being reclaimed. After all, he had only worked for one day. Wizard Vera’s statement already greatly exceeded his expectations.
Later that day, Graham came to update Lynch on the Cavas family’s decision—
Continue the translations.
This utterly surprised Lynch. He couldn’t understand what purpose the Cavas family saw in continuing to squander Magic Stones translating this pile of rubbish.
’I suppose this is the extravagance of Pureblood families…’
Thinking of how they could casually reject millions of advance payment, Lynch decided he could sort of understand…
Alright then. Since the patron desired it, he’d continue with the work.
In the ensuing days, Lynch spent his time translating. Each morning, he would head to the Cavas family for work, and by sunset, he would return to his residence, settling into a predictable nine-to-five routine.
During this period, Avery returned once for a farewell, mentioning she was headed to the South Coast to handle family affairs.
The South Coast lay at the southernmost tip of the Ancient Ruins region, far from the Shadow Land. Usually, despite her busy schedule, they could still exchange messages via raven. However, once she was there, not even a trace of communication would be possible, which was why Avery specifically came to say goodbye.
“I’ll be gone for six months. Make sure to miss me…”
“Don’t forget to sleep and not just focus on cultivation…”
“Don’t forget to feed Fatty…”
Avery clung to Lynch’s embrace, reluctantly bidding farewell with an endless stream of instructions, as if she would never see him again.
But…
It might actually be close to that?
Lynch’s plans to leave were already set in motion. After finishing this translation project and receiving the remaining commission, he would depart. Judging by the timeline, at most a month or so, making it impossible to wait for Avery’s return.
In fact, he had hesitated about the decision to leave during this period. After all, disappearing without a word seemed unkind.
But ultimately, he hardened his resolve and made the choice to leave.
There was no other option.
This land’s rigid societal structure was deeply entrenched, systemic from top to bottom, spanning the Wizard World to the Mortal World.
The ruling class had meticulously designed a complete set of rules, from mortals to nobles, from slaves to Muggles, and even Purebloods.
These rules relentlessly indoctrinated every living being here, instilling the idea that destiny was predetermined from birth—that nobles deserved to be exalted while slaves were meant to grovel beneath their feet, and that one’s bloodline determined everything.
Anyone challenging the rules was branded as evil, a sinful schemer destined to bring chaos and calamity to the world—an enemy of order and peace to be eradicated by everyone.
Every pathway to upward mobility was blocked here. Being a Muggle meant no future whatsoever.
Changing this…
It wasn’t achievable by one or two individuals; it required reshaping the entirety of the world—from the Wizard World to the Mortal World, from nobles to slaves—through an organized overhaul.
This would necessitate a powerful backing, a tightly-knit organization, and a fully-developed new rule system.
Lynch didn’t possess such grand abilities.
And so,
His apologies would have to suffice.
Nonetheless, there was no need for sorrow. This parting was simply for a better reunion in the future.
In a world where power reigns supreme, bloodlines and status fade to irrelevance in the face of overwhelming strength.
With sufficient power,
Would marriages or anything else not be entirely under his control?
…
In the blink of an eye, more than a month passed and Lynch completed the translation work smoothly.
Looking at the Magic Stone Bag in his hand, Lynch felt almost unreal—it was as if earning Magic Stones was as easy as picking them off the ground.
“Thank you for your hard work during this time, Wizard Lynch,” Wizard Vera expressed gratitude.
“You’re too kind,” Lynch replied with a smile.
“Now, leave the rest to me. I’ve arranged for Graham to host a dinner for you in the dining hall. Please head over first.”
“Alright.”
Lynch turned and left.
Before leaving the library, he glanced back at the packed bookshelves, his eyes revealing a trace of reluctance.
After all, these were precious pieces of magical knowledge, the kind entirely absent from market circulation.
For someone like Lynch, who craved knowledge, these books were akin to treasures before a giant dragon or gold before a miser.
Numerous times, he had almost failed to resist the temptation, thinking that since he was alone in this library, secretly reading them wouldn’t hurt anyone.
But ultimately, he restrained himself.
If it were anyone else, it might’ve been different. But this library belonged to the Graham family’s close ally. They had generously hired him, even trusting him enough to leave everything unmonitored. Acting as a thief in their storeroom just didn’t sit right.
’A gentleman acquires wealth rightly—don’t covet things that aren’t yours!’
Shaking his head, Lynch turned and left.
But shortly after Lynch had departed…
The warm smile on Wizard Vera’s face began to slowly fade away. His originally gentle gaze darkened, filled with unmasked disdain as he watched Lynch’s retreating figure.
He spoke coldly, “You can come out now!”
It seemed as though he was talking to the air. However, shortly after his voice echoed, a figure stepped out from the shadows of the room.
It was a young man, likely in his early twenties, with golden hair and wearing an exceptionally ornate cloak. On his chest was an emblem indicating his status as a High-level Apprentice, and his expression was arrogant.
If Lynch were here, he would instantly recognize this person—it was none other than Albert Monbatten, whom Lynch had slapped twice during their confrontation at a recent banquet.
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