A few burnt, carbonized corpses lay on the ground, and from their twisted postures, it was clear they suffered extre agony before death.
Burned to death,
without a doubt one of the most miserable ways to die.
Charles sat solemnly at the head, his face sullen and silent, while the apprentices below had varied expressions.
"Tutor."
His apprentice Claude spoke, voice tinged with sobs:
"Langman was always so obedient to you, worked diligently for years, and now he’s killed just like that!"
"Please, tutor, please seek justice for my son!"
"Senior." A female voice quietly asked:
"Langman was an official apprentice at the academy, even if a wizard killed him, there should be consequences, right?"
"No." Claude shook his head:
"The academy’s inspection team said Langman was trading points privately, violating regulations, so Lynn won’t be punished for killing him."
"How could this be!" Soone looked displeased:
"Even if a wizard is powerful, they can’t just kill people as they please. After all, how many apprentices in the academy haven’t done what Langman did?"
"If you ask , it’s just that the inspection team doesn’t want to offend Wizard Lynn!"
The Wizard World is strictly hierarchical.
An advanced wizard apprentice rely needs to offer so compensation for killing a mortal; it’s the sa for a wizard killing an apprentice.
But the academy certainly can’t allow wizards to act so recklessly and will impose so penalties.
Otherwise, all apprentices would end up as experints for the wizards.
"Lynn isn’t even seventeen yet and has already beco an official wizard, with a very likely future advancent to the Second Ring." Soone murmured:
"No one wants to offend such a person, not even the inspection team."
"So Langman dies in vain?"
"..."
"I heard Wizard Lynn attended a small gathering with several of Charlotte’s wizards, and there were even broadcasts of the eting."
?
The atmosphere in the room suddenly tensed.
Charlotte, the youngest disciple of the academy’s founder, Third Ring Wizard Akasha, is expected to advance to the Second Ring within a decade and is considered the best candidate as the next headmaster.
His clique consists only of those with the most outstanding talent and power among wizards, and people like Charles have no chance to join.
The apprentices present, even though they rely on Charles, know exactly who they can and can’t afford to offend.
"Heh..."
Charles chuckled lightly and shook his head, saying:
"Has Luo Ye not arrived yet?"
"No."
Claude shook his head, his expression gloomy.
Luo Ye was a disciple Charles took on twenty years ago, with outstanding talent and potential to beco an official wizard.
Charles originally cultivated him as an heir.
However, once Luo Ye beca an advanced wizard apprentice, he gradually distanced himself from Charles and recently has not shown up at their gatherings several tis.
"When a big tree falls, hares scatter, never mindful of the shelter the tree once provided from wind and rain."
Charles closed his eyes and sighed:
"Forget it!"
"Lynn is an official wizard, and with the favor of Wizard Charlotte, there’s nothing even I can do."
"Who were the man and woman when Langbo died?"
"Two itinerant apprentices from Vier Town, not from the academy." Soone stepped forward and said:
"They probably know there’s no good outco in offending us, so they’ve already delved into the Abyss Rift, and dare not show their faces easily."
"Oh!" Charles raised an eyebrow:
"Lynn helped them, and they never thought of seeking refuge?"
"They tried, but were chased away." The other person shrugged:
"Wizard Lynn wasn’t interested in them."
"Langbo’s death cannot be in vain." Charles nodded in understanding:
"First, kill those two, as for what follows..."
"We’ll talk about it later."
"Yes!"
The people responded.
Watching everyone leave one by one, the plain expression on Charles’ face instantly turned somber.
"A bunch of ingrates!"
He spent over a hundred years nurturing those around him; their gatherings used to be so lively, but recently they have beco increasingly desolate, with many not even showing up, and those who do co with shifting glances.
"Lynn..."
"Hmph!"
With a cold snort, he slowly closed his eyes:
"Everything is determined by strength. I had lost hope before, but now with the opportunity before , I must at least give it a try."
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Alchemy Room.
Lynn twisted his body, surrounded by flying sparks and encircled by flas, his body gradually taking on the image of a Fire Scale Flood Dragon.
"Hiss..."
He spat out a snake’s tongue, hissing, as a faint, mysterious glow appeared over his serpent body.
Ghost Fire!
After this period of cultivation, he had successfully refined Ghost Fire as his own and could manipulate it at will.
"Indeed, Ghost Fire has almost no effect on the physical form, but fortunately, it can slightly enhance my spiritual power, which is also beneficial for cultivating the Great Fla Witch Vein."
Lynn’s thoughts turned as he controlled the Ghost Fire to float back and forth:
"If soone intends to attack with a Spirit Secret Technique, they first have to penetrate the Ghost Fire’s defense."
"Heh..."
"For wizards who haven’t cultivated in spiritual witchcraft, refining Ghost Fire is indeed of little use."
"But I’m different!"
Lynn’s eyes snapped open, and he exhaled sharply.
A strand of blue fla spewed from the mouth of the Fire Scale Snake, intertwining with that ethereal Ghost Fire.
Sea Heart Demon Fla!
This was a fla he had refined in the past, not even reaching a tier but usually used beneath an alchemy furnace.
"The Fla Heart is a thod of the Fourth Tier and even the Fifth Tier, far more than just refining flas."
"Fusion of flas is also its ability!"
"rge!"
Lynn whispered, and the Sea Heart Demon Fla and Ghost Fire began to rge at a visibly fast speed.
Soon.
A brand new fla appeared in the room.
"Hmm..."
"It has the quality to burn souls and the effect of lting potions; this fusion can be described as perfect."
But it wasn’t finished yet.
Lynn twisted his body, a few sparks drifting from within him to converge into a fiery cloud toward the flas.
Demon Fire!
The lifebound fla of the Fire Scale Flood Dragon.
This Demon Fire possesses exceptionally terrifying lethality, and once it touches you, it rapidly destroys any flammable material.
Wood, stone, flesh, tal...
Even a knight’s Battle Aura, or a wizard’s Magic Shield, can fuel the energy of Demon Fire to burn.
"Crackle..."
Accompanied by a series of muffled sounds, fusion began again.
Days later.
Sitting cross-legged in the center of the quiet room, Lynn looked at the floating fla before him with a hint of a smile.
"Not bad!"
"Now, my Fla Affinity has nearly doubled from when I first beca a wizard."
"Although it’s only the First Ring Early Stage, the power of my Fire Magic is comparable to the First Ring Middle Stage. If I transform into a Fire Scale Flood Dragon, my combat strength briefly equals the First Ring Late Stage."
"Unfortunately, while the Fla Heart can ld flas, it can’t allow as a First Ring to control Second Tier Flas, and my cultivation is too low, the burst strength strong but unsustainable..."
Shaking his head, Lynn got up and left; today was the day to deliver potions again.
Grover lay as usual on the soft chair.
"I hear two people connected to you are being pursued."
He took the potion handed to him and casually asked:
"Don’t plan to intervene?"
"Nothing to do with ." Lynn shook his head.
He had helped a brother and sister at the ti, who even wanted to repay and depend on him, but he did not agree.
Now that they are in trouble, he still doesn’t plan to intervene.
Unexpectedly, Isaiah, who originally operated in Vier Town, sohow ended up here, and needs to et him today.
There weren’t many apprentices from the sa academic period with whom Lynn had a good relationship, and those who did either died or vanished.
Now when counted,
only Isaiah remains.
Classmates?
Lynn gently shook his head, took the necessary herbs for the next month, bade farewell, and left.
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