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Looking at the line of data, a subtle gleam flashed in Lynch’s grey eyes.

Since the day he initially restored and wielded this divine weapon from Ragnar’s remains after the battle in the Flowing Cloud Whirlpool, he has never stopped researching and refining it.

Whether through daily energy nurturing, rules resonation, or occasional combat simulation exercises in the Ti Hut, it was all to understand and master this divine artifact containing the rules of "fla" and "destruction" more deeply.

Each study and use brought a steady increase in skill level. This slowly growing figure isn’t just a number; it represents the depth of the connection he has forged with the sword and his understanding of the trace of "Ifrid" divine rules it contains.

A hundred thousand points of skill level are needed to advance to the next level. Currently, nearly a third is complete.

"The progress is faster than I anticipated."

Lynch’s fingertips gently brushed over the cool spine of the sword, feeling the terrifying power lying dormant like a volcano beneath it, "It seems that periodically washing it with the power of decay and ti indeed effectively erases Ragnar’s residual spirit imprint, accelerating the fusion with the sword’s core rules."

He clearly knows that when the skill level reaches one hundred thousand and advances to Level 2, the power of this Ifrid’s Sword will undergo a qualitative leap.

The potential of this sword is very high!

As Ifrid is a Fourth-tier Rules entity, theoretically, the potential of this sword should also be capable of reaching the Fourth-tier Level.

Currently, the power displayed by Ifrid’s Sword is only equivalent to the early stages of the Third-tier Domain, and there’s still a long way to go before fully developing the energy it possesses.

Once the skill level is fully maxed out, perhaps then it will reflect the sword’s true energy.

At that ti, perhaps a deeper layer of divine power will be unlocked, even initially showing its true terrifying nature as an "Ancient God..."

It’s far more than just sharpness and the addition of flas.

Retracting his fingers, Lynch’s gaze beca even more focused. He gathered his vast spiritual power once again, combining the initially mastered power of [Spiritual Rules] and [Decay Law] like the most precise carving knife, carefully penetrating into the complex divine rules structure within the sword, continuing this ticulous cultivation and interpretation.

The laboratory fell silent again, with only the soft crackling of the eternally burning golden flas on Ifrid’s Sword and the faint energy fluctuations around Lynch indicating that a silent exploration of higher power levels was underway.

Outside the window, Fran’s starlight remained brilliant, eternally illuminating this city of knowledge, intermingling with the ever-pulsating divine fire within.

...

Ti flies, as months go by in the blink of an eye.

That morning, sunlight poured through the arched glass windows of the dining room, casting warm, gentle light patterns.

Lynch sat at the head of a long dining table covered with a pristine linen tablecloth, lightly holding an exquisite white porcelain teacup with steam bearing the calming fragrance of the Calming Flower rising from it.

He just finished a simple breakfast, his eyes casually falling on a magic plant in the courtyard outside the window, slowly changing color.

Naliti, dressed in an elegant maid’s gown, was quietly and deftly cleaning the tableware. Her movents were gentle and skillful, the collision of porcelain and silverware made soft crisp sounds, serving as the only lody of this serene morning.

The dining room was quiet, Annie probably dragged Frankenstein off to explore sowhere in the academy, leaving the two of them.

Lynch retracted his gaze from the window and fell on Naliti. Her head was slightly lowered, her side profile looking particularly gentle under the sunlight’s sketch, her focused expression carrying her usual warmth and tranquility. Having been in Fran for so long, she seems to always be busy around this house and the people around her, like a silent spring nourishing plants.

Suddenly, a thought surfaced in Lynch’s mind. He set down the teacup, the base making a soft "click" against the saucer.

"Naliti." He spoke, his voice breaking the morning calm.

Naliti’s hands paused slightly from cleaning the tableware, she raised her head, her lake-green eyes carrying a hint of inquiry as she looked at him: "Sir, is there anything you need?"

Lynch looked at her and casually asked, "You’ve been in Fran for so ti now, want to go out for a stroll? See this legendary city."

Naliti was clearly taken aback, blinking her eyes as if she didn’t react imdiately. Go out? Take a stroll? That didn’t seem to be part of her usual tasks.

She instinctively glanced at the silver dinner fork still in her hand, then at the plates on the table yet to be cleaned, her lips slightly parted as if she wanted to say sothing, but hesitated.

In those always calm lake-green eyes, for the first ti clearly surfaced a mixed hint of incredulous light, like a calm lake disturbed by a pebble, spreading tiny ripples.

Lynch took in her hesitation, and without waiting for her to organize her thoughts, he gently waved his hand, speaking decisively, "Forget it, leave these for now."

He stood up, straightened his unwrinkled mage robe’s cuffs, his expression relaxed as he said, "Let’s go, right now. Accompany out for a walk, and I’ll show you Fran’s sights. Spending all day in this house, it’s ti to get so fresh air."

At that mont, Naliti’s facial expression finally underwent a significant change.

The tiny ripples instantly expanded into clear waves! A touch of disbelief mixed with joy and enthusiasm abruptly lit up her eyes, making those lake-like eyes sparkle. Her cheeks slightly flushed, like a newly blooming rose.

"Sir... is it... really possible?"

Her voice carried a barely noticeable tremble, suppressing excitent. She instinctively placed the dinner fork gently back on the table, her actions even seeming a bit rushed, contrasting with her usual composure. Her fingertips unconsciously twisted a corner of her skirt, revealing her inner unrest.

Being able to go out and see? Not just completing procurent tasks, but truly... touring Fran? To her, it’s an unimaginable luxury.

"Of course." Lynch looked at her rare sight of having shed a bit of her usual poise for a more lively air, his lips unconsciously curving into a faint smile, "Recently, just finished a stage of cultivation, with several research projects stuck at bottlenecks, consuming a lot of spiritual power, indeed needing so relaxation. Having been here for so long, can’t keep being a closeted wizard."

His tone was calm, as if it was just an ordinary spontaneous decision.

Nali took a deep breath, trying to calm her accelerating heartbeat, yet the bright eyes and slightly upturned corners of her mouth couldn’t be concealed.

She quickly and earnestly grouped the last few pieces of tableware, her voice carrying uncontainable cheerfulness: "Alright, sir! Please wait a mont, I’ll... I’ll go prepare right now!"

Saying this, she seed to suddenly recall sothing important, hastily bowed to Lynch, then walked towards her room with footsteps slightly quick but filled with a hint of joy, probably going to change into a more appropriate outfit for outings and perhaps don a pretty sunshade hat.

Lynch watched her hurry off, shaking his head, chuckling softly.

Outside the window, Fran’s sky was washed blue, with the gentle light of the Eternal Starlight Tower shining over this Miracle City. Today seed to be a good day for a stroll.

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