Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience Chapter 668 - 1: Long Time No See... My Friend

Suddenly, Lynch, the bearer of this realm of ti, seed... seed to have unraveled the ultimate secret of ti, bringing the past back into the present in his mind.

There was a scene of two people eting for the first ti.

The greedy fellow who embezzled materials he’d intended to use to cleanse a curse.

And also the ti he knocked on my room door in the middle of the night...

"Thud!" A sound.

Graham fell to his knees in front of Lynch, grabbed his thigh, and his tears poured out instantly: "Buddy, bro... no, godfather! You have to help ..."

Hmm...

Recall that guy was a real nuisance back then, always taking small advantages and suffering large losses.

Of course,

he also had his monts of glory...

"Hey hey hey! What are you shouting about!"

"Today I stand here and I want to see who has the right to demand an apology from Graham Scuzzi’s brother?"

"Alfred, don’t think you’re sothing just because you are Lord Murphy’s apprentice. Let tell you officially, Lynch is my brother, and you better not seek trouble!"

"Otherwise, I promise you’ll regret it!"

He barged into the banquet hall like that and put his arm around my shoulder, standing side by side with .

Back then, there were so many people in the banquet hall, and he managed to scare them all away.

He really helped regain my position back then!

Of course...

there was also the unforgettable scene at Punishnt Square...

Ha,

the guy was pinned right there.

The whole person stretched out in a near-"suspended" posture, like so sort of insect specin nailed to a display board.

Blood dripped everywhere, bones exposed wantonly, chains pierced through the skin, through the bones, hanging there mid-air.

An unforgettable scene for a lifeti.

At the ti, Lynch thought he was already gone.

It really was...

from a long ti ago.

But it felt like...

it happened just yesterday.

Lynch’s pupils reflected the old man in front of him, but in those pupils it was as if a ti spell had been cast. The old man seed to reverse through space-ti, turning back into that greedy yet particularly loyal young man.

Ti,

also seed to be invisibly reset at this mont.

Lynch stood there, gazing at the white-haired elder erging from the crowd.

The chisel of ti had left indelible traces on him, turning a once shrewd, scheming, slightly sleazy young apprentice into the weathered figure of today.

Only in his eyes, a flicker of excitent, guilt, relief, and an indescribable complex light, was there a trace of the past.

Then, the two moved.

They walked towards one another.

Graham’s steps were initially hesitant, even with a hint of imperceptible shrinking back, as if unable to believe that the dignified, prestigious figure before him was truly the "honest man" he once slighted and sched against from the outskirts.

However, when he saw in Lynch’s grey eyes, no expected alienation, arrogance, or accusation, only a calmness that seed to have perated through the long passage of ti, his old heart pounded violently in his chest.

He quickened his pace, from his initial hesitant pace to eagerness, even stumbling a bit.

Lynch moved as well.

He showed no hesitation, collecting that air of detachnt that belonged to a strong man, transforming it into pure and sincere emotion. He strode forward to et, his steps firm and powerful.

The two walked toward each other in the star-lit plaza before Starry Sky Magic Academy’s reflective surface, quickly closing the distance.

The afternoon sun, through the overlapping magical glows between the academy’s high towers, cast mottled patches of light and shadow. Tiny specks of dust danced like golden elves in the light pillars.

"Dong—!"

As if on cue, in the distance, the tall bell tower echoed the sound of the ti-reporting chi. The sound was deep and far-reaching, penetrating the tranquility of the academy as if originating from so forgotten era, wielding a soul-cleansing power, resonating in layers through the vast space.

A slight breeze brushed by, lifting a few leaves from so kind of magic tree at the plaza’s edge. The leaves displayed a beautiful blend of gold and red, swirling in the air, quietly drifting past the two nearing figures.

Ti, at this mont, seed to genuinely freeze.

All the noise—the whispers of the surrounding wizards, the faint hum of magical vehicles in the air, and even the distant sounds of the bustling city—faded, disappeared. The world seed to consist only of these two walking towards each other, alongside the tiless chi, scattered shadows, and swirling leaves.

In the next instant, the two stood face to face.

No words were spoken.

Graham’s lips trembled, eyes quickly reddened, filled with shimring tears, countless words stuck in his throat, yet not a single sound ca out. He rely looked up, with eyes mixed with endless remorse and relief, gazing deeply at Lynch.

Lynch didn’t speak either. He simply stretched out his arms, not in the customary handshake between wizards, but with open arms, in an unwavering, powerful gesture, suddenly pulling the old, stooped friend before him into an embrace, firmly and solidly!

He hugged with such intensity, as though he wished to convey through this embrace all the lost ti, the lived life and death, and that weighty, unspeakable friendship they shared.

Graham’s body initially stiffened for a mont, then relaxed completely. He also held Lynch tightly in return, his wrinkled face buried in Lynch’s strong shoulder, shoulders trembling slightly uncontrollably.

Scattered light and shadows fell on the back of their embrace, as if draping them in a robe woven by ti. The distant bell continued to resonate faintly in the air. Several golden red leaves drifted with the wind, gently brushing against the hems of their clothing, then quietly sliding off.

In that mont, there was no Master Saphiro, no invited scholar of Fran, no weathered old man.

Only two who once t at the Shadow Tower, having been through deceit and redemption, ultimately connected in life and death on destiny’s gallows—

Friends.

"Long ti no see..."

Lynch’s voice, deep and clear, carrying a slightly imperceptible hoarseness, sounded in Graham’s ear.

Graham nodded forcefully, tears finally sliding down his aged cheeks, tracing over those bark-like wrinkles, falling drop by drop onto Lynch’s robe. He choked, responding with all his strength:

"Long ti no see...my friend!"

With the starry sky as witness, the bell as song. The friendship that transcended life and death, ti and social class, reunited like before under Fran’s starry sky that afternoon.