Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience Chapter 547 - 6: Family Dinner, Long-Lost Warmth

The morning’s golden glow gently spilled into the top floor restaurant of the Guardian Tower, cloaking the oak long table in a warm, glowing edge. The air was filled with the aroma of toasted bread, the rich scent of fried eggs, and a faint sweetness from the elf-specialty jam.

Four people sat around the long dining table.

Lynch sat in the main seat, gazing at the scene before him, a subtle relaxation in his eyes.

To his left was the elf Naliti, cautiously using a silver spoon to evenly sprinkle a pinch of salt on the golden fried bacon, her movents as gentle as handling precious alchemy materials.

Her erald green hair was tucked behind her ears, revealing beautifully contoured pointed ears, while the morning light danced amidst her hair like dewdrop-strewn vines in the forest.

On Lynch’s right, Annie was enthusiastically tackling a piece of bread smothered in thick honey, holding Frankenstein in her arms.

Beside Annie was sitting ssiah.

Recently, an invitation had arrived from the Rotten Wood Elder regarding the upcoming ceremony of his legacy.

What trials this ti would entail and how much ti it would consu were still unknown, leading Lynch to pause all cultivation tasks and relax.

And take the opportunity to spend so ti with the family.

Having been on this land for such a long ti, Lynch had t many people, but those who had pure relationships devoid of interests, there were only these few before him: ssiah, Annie, and the elf Naliti.

Aside from Naliti, the forr two were almost seen by Lynch as family; cherished opportunities like this to relax together were rare.

ssiah held a knife and fork, cutting the veal on her plate.

As a ’God,’ she did not actually need to eat. Lynch had set her up to absorb energy from nature upon creating her, and after enduring earthly experiences, appetite held little allure.

Yet, she still appeared when Lynch invited her to breakfast.

She was crafted by Lynch, with her soul interwoven with Lynch’s myriad strands of spiritual power, and Lynch saw her as family; to her, Lynch was similarly an indispensable existence in this world.

"Oops!~" ca a startled cry.

Annie accidentally spilled out so jam when she opened the jar, with the jam landing on her nose.

ssiah, usually indifferent to everything, suddenly softened her gaze, quickly picking up a white handkerchief to gently wipe Annie’s nose, reminding her, "Be careful."

Lynch found it peculiar; ssiah seed to have a strange concern for Annie, how this concern ca about remained unknown to him.

"Thank you, Sister ssiah." Annie responded with a wide smile to ssiah.

This quirky little lass had beco increasingly lively, completely shedding her initial sadness and insecurity, appearing fully healed from childhood wounds.

Yet, alongside healing, a new peculiar problem seed to arise—

A refusal to grow up.

Now Lynch was fully capable of resolving her physical issues and had ntioned it several tis, but each was rejected by Annie. She seed to indulge in remaining unchanged, persistently maintaining her childlike appearance.

Though she appeared young, her power had reached the level of a High-level Wizard, ranking among the most powerful wizards within Feiyan City Wizard Tower.

Magic Princess!

This was the nickna given to her by apprentices within the Wizard Tower, akin to its iconic presence now.

"Co on, Frankenstein, eat so bread."

Annie placed Frankenstein on the table, then picked up a spoon to push a piece of jam-coated bread toward him. He seed less inclined to eat it, keeping his mouth shut until Annie lifted her hand to tap his head.

"Open up quickly!"

Frankenstein reluctantly opened his mouth, allowing Annie to stuff the bread inside, his actions both amusing and silly.

After Lynch’s experints with Artificial Souls succeeded, he injected an artificial soul into Frankenstein upon Annie’s request, successfully ’reviving’ the modified life.

Frankenstein now possessed a fully independent soul, a truly independent life.

However, the initial version of artificial soul crafted by Lynch wasn’t particularly bright, always appearing sowhat foolish. Though Lynch offered to replace its artificial soul, this too was refused by Annie.

"This way is perfect, I want it like this, teacher."

With a foolish soul paired with Frankenstein’s big foolish appearance, there’s a pervasive silliness from inside out. But paired with Annie as the owner, there’s an unexplainable sense of suitability.

Do not underestimate Frankenstein; it had long outgrown the Apprentice Level of Magic Life Lynch initially created.

Annie had undergone countless rounds of deep modifications on it internally, employing a vast array of rare Magic Materials. Now, Frankenstein’s overall energy strength was not inferior to that of a High-level Wizard, making it Annie’s undisputed combat ace.

"My lord, morning tea, invigorating and warming the stomach." At this mont, Naliti’s voice arose, like a gentle murmuring spring, pleasant to the ear.

The elf gracefully picked up the silver pot beside her and refilled Lynch’s bone china cup with warm tea, seamlessly graceful and respectful, handing the cup carefully to Lynch’s hands.

Lynch accepted the tea cup, nodding, "Sit down and eat, don’t be so restrained."

Through the years of life in the Tower, the elf had gradually integrated into this place, though she wasn’t as esteed as Annie and ssiah in Lynch’s heart, she was recognized as part of the Tower.

Naliti shook her head, "It’s alright, Naliti is here to serve you."

Lynch was helpless.

The elf was excellent in every aspect, except for being too restrained, viewing herself as a servant all these years and maintaining a humble posture in front of Lynch.

"I said,"

Lynch stood up, pressing Naliti’s shoulders, pushing her back onto the chair, "just sit and eat, here there are no masters or servants, only family."

Naliti was montarily stunned.

The elf’s hands clenched tightly.

Breakfast continued.

At the table, silverware occasionally touched the bone china plate, emitting a crisp, slight clinking sound, accentuating the tranquility of this mont.

Sunlight danced on the bread crumbs, in the billowing steam of the tea, along the hazy edges of ssiah’s aura. No thrilling experints, no deceitful sches, only the pure aroma of food.

Lynch raised his tea cup, the warm rim pressing against his palm. He sipped the fragrant tea, his gaze steadily sweeping over the table: Annie was giving a small slice of bacon to Frankenstein.

ssiah continued tasting the jam-smothered bread in small bites, a hint of curious satisfaction on her face.

Naliti quietly sat with hands folded on her lap, her gaze settled in the morning light outside the window, her side profile peaceful like a classical oil painting, only the slight uplift of her lips betraying her inner treasuring of this mont.

This ordinary morning al table felt like a tiny, warm island, cut off from the world’s chaos and the torrent of ti. Each subtle movent, each exchanged glance, silently conveyed the cherished warmth of ’ho.’ Even the floating aroma of food seed frozen into amber of ’happiness.’