Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience Chapter 632 - 1: Overcast Shadows

Lynch picked up the letter unfolded by the paper crane, his gaze falling on the emblem in the corner—a cross of light entwined with thorns—the Light Church, Julia. His slender fingers traced the elegant script, his brows first slightly furrowed, then gradually tightened, forming a heavy crease.

"Blair?" he murmured the na softly, with a hint of surprise and distant mory.

The letter clearly outlined the distress and plea for help of the Wizard Family in the Ancient Ruins, and their urgent desire to ally with the Jade Land and the Light Church against the Freemasonry Church.

Lynch frowned, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the smooth walnut tabletop.

With Jade Land newly stabilized and much to be reconstructed, he had neither the interest nor the energy to get embroiled in the complex maelstrom of hatred in that distant land.

In his eyes, the Pureblood family and the Freemasonry Church were rely two forces tearing each other apart in the collapse of the old order. Who was right or wrong had long since beco blurred in the bloody tug-of-war.

As for the slight camaraderie with Blair from their school days? In the face of cold interests and a massive whirlpool of war, it was as light as a feather.

Moreover,

He still had unsettled grievances with the Wizard Family.

Alliance, in such a circumstance? Support?

Lynch sneered inwardly.

Even if he didn’t kick them while they’re down, observing from the sidelines and waiting for an opportunity to take advantage was undeniably the best choice.

However,

when his gaze swept over a certain na ntioned at the end of the letter, his eyebrows furrowed tightly.

"Avery..."

This na, like a stone cast into a tranquil lake, rippled across the depths of his heart, impossible to ignore.

After all, he could not treat it calmly. In those lands, if there should be guilt, then this girl, who had devoted herself wholeheartedly to him, was undoubtedly owed sothing.

Lynch’s gaze sank, a storm seed to be brewing in the depths of his gray eyes.

After a mont of silence, he picked up the feather pen on the table, dipped it in ink, and quickly wrote a few lines in the blank space of the letter. The pen strokes were steady and sharp:

"Everything will be discussed when I return from Fran."

At the signature, a simple mark ford by intertwining decayed runes and spatial lines was imprinted, emanating a unique domain atmosphere.

He set down the pen and flicked his finger lightly. The letter instantly refolded and shrank, transforming into an agile paper crane. With a flap of its wings, it silently passed through the reinforced crystal of the porthole, flying back into the oil painting on the wall.

Kong watched the direction in which the paper crane disappeared, then turned to Lynch, whose expression had returned to calm, though a shadow lingered deep in his eyes. Kong’s ethereal voice broke the silence, "Did sothing happen?"

Lynch took a sip of the slightly cooled elf flower tea, the bitter aftertaste spreading across his tongue. He shook his head and gently lowered the cup with a crisp clink.

"Nothing, just so things from the past." His tone returned to its usual calmness.

After a pause, he changed the subject, "Alright, continue with what you were saying earlier, about our current journey."

Kong’s silver eyes, which seed to see through souls, lingered on Lynch’s face for a mont but did not press further. She nodded slightly and returned to the previous topic, her voice steady but carrying a barely perceptible seriousness:

"The journey is generally safe, but not absolutely. Especially..." She paused, her gaze seeming to penetrate the heavy walls of the flying aircraft, directed towards the depths of the boundless sea of clouds, "...the Land of Freedom."

These three words were uttered clearly, with a cold weight.

"Land of Freedom?" Lynch raised an eyebrow.

"Yes." Kong’s voice lowered a bit, ensuring only Lynch could clearly hear, "Newborn domains are always courted by various powerful forces, especially in this Witch Domain of Jade Land. The few enormous Magic Stone Mines at Jade Ridge—the Land of Freedom cannot let them go."

Indeed.

Since Lynch took over Jade Land, he had received envoys from the Tower of Order several tis, inviting him to discuss the Magic Stone Mines of Jade Ridge.

Previously, his Witch Domain was limited in scope, with a population of only a few million. Relying on Fran’s strong support, he could barely maintain developnt. However, now that he had unified the entire Jade Land, the population had expanded more than tenfold, and relying solely on Fran seed unrealistic.

Therefore, apart from the parts occupied by the Tower of Order, Lynch had already unified and initiated mining of these Magic Stone Mines. As for the remaining part... he was also looking for an opportunity to reclaim them.

Thus, the several tis the Tower of Order sent people to talk with him, he evaded with various excuses. Although the other side hadn’t shown anything yet, it was clear they were displeased.

Kong’s voice continued, "Certain ’factions’ in the Land of Freedom hold great... wariness, even hostility, towards any potential force that could disrupt the existing pattern, especially those inclined towards Fran."

"They might not dare to openly disrupt the order by attacking flights in the ’Sky Corridor’, but... causing so ’accidents’, or seizing an opportunity to ’make contact’ after you leave the protection of the flying aircraft, is not impossible."

Her wording was cautious, but Lynch fully understood the implication. "Contact" often ant probing, ambush, or even assassination. The Land of Freedom acted with utter audacity, like venomous snakes lurking in the shadows, ready to reveal deadly fangs at any mont.

Lynch’s fingers slowly caressed the warm rim of the cup, his gaze turning cold. The threefold domain power within him, like a dormant giant dragon, subtly roiled upon sensing the potential threat. The decay of rot, the sharpness of space, and the aloofness of ti ford a delicate balance at the core of his spiritual sea, exuding a profound feeling that stirred the heart.

"I understand." Lynch’s voice was calm and unwavering, yet imbued with a steely resolve, "Thank you for the warning. I’ll keep an eye out." His gray eyes looked out the porthole at the seemingly tranquil yet deceptively turbulent magnificent sea of clouds, a cold arc curving at the corner of his mouth. The journey, it seed, wouldn’t be so dull.

Kong noted the flash of sharpness in his eyes and said nothing more. The necessary warnings had been given. This Lord of Erald, bearing threefold domains, was no easy opponent. She picked up the teacup again, as if the earlier conversation had been re idle talk.

In the cabin, Annie remained engrossed in the fantastical scenery outside the window, oblivious to the impending storm. Naliti quietly refilled the hot tea.

The clouds rolled gently, and the flying aircraft "Cloud Whale" steadily broke through layer after layer of clouds, resolutely heading in the direction of Fran. However, at this mont, this seemingly peaceful journey had quietly taken on an invisible shadow. In the depths of the sea of clouds, unknown dangers seed to be brewing.