Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience Chapter 692 - 25: Reunion

Lynch’s brow furrowed tightly, and his expression instantly darkened, as if shrouded in a layer of frost. A flash of extre astonishnt and deep wariness appeared in his gray eyes.

’Alfred?! How could he be here?!’

This "old friend," long considered a thing of the past and even presud dead in so unknown corner, had unexpectedly appeared at the entrance of the Lost Tower! This was completely beyond Lynch’s expectations.

The last ti he had clearly received news of Alfred was during the Jade Land period.

This fellow was the maniac who had massacred those four human realms in the Jade Land, single-handedly causing the "sudden death" of the then Lord of Erald Felvin, which led to years of chaos and a power vacuum in the Jade Land.

This butcher and conspirator, whose hands were stained with blood and who should rightfully be hunted worldwide, was not only a sworn enemy of the Jade Land but should also be at the top of the Supre Council’s wanted list!

Yet now, not only was he alive and well, but he was also dressed in an elegant Wizard Robe, appearing composed among the ranks of the Tower of Order, standing with people like Cyrus and Ragnar?

This is simply inconceivable!

No matter how lawless the Tower of Order is, it shouldn’t openly shelter soone who has committed such heinous cris, with evidence being hard to refute, should it? Aren’t they afraid of being exposed and bringing down the wrath of other witch domains or even the Supre Council itself?

Or could it be... Alfred paid so unimaginable price, or perhaps he possessed sothing that the Tower of Order, and even the Land of Freedom behind it, would be willing to risk protecting him for?

Countless doubts and wariness instantly filled Lynch’s mind. Alfred’s sudden appearance was far more unexpected and unsettling than the hostility from Cyrus and Ragnar. This forr peasant companion, whose dangerous character and cunning Lynch knew all too well.

Alfred seed oblivious to Lynch’s grim expression, maintaining that sickeningly amiable facade as he stepped closer, a playful light like a cat catching a mouse glinting in his gray eyes:

"What? Seeing an old friend, are you too surprised to speak? Lynch, we are ’brothers’ from the sa manor. To et here, truly is... fate’s guidance."

Lynch squinted his eyes, completely ignoring Alfred’s repulsive performance. His gaze moved past Alfred and locked directly onto Cyrus, who looked sullen in the back, and in a cold, clear voice, he asked:

"Councilor Cyrus, what does the Tower of Order an by this? If I rember correctly, this Mr. Al Fredo, his na should still be prominently on the Supre Council’s wanted list, shouldn’t it? Slaughtering several human realms, causing turmoil in the Jade Land... These cris have solid evidence. Does the Tower of Order now intend to openly shelter, or even associate with, such an executioner?"

His questioning was loud and clear, imdiately drawing suspicious and uncertain looks from the surrounding wizards of other witch domains. Publicly sheltering a wanted criminal is an act that severely violates the Supre Council’s rules.

Alfred, whose identity had been directly revealed, did not show any panic but instead let out a burst of exaggerated and shrill laughter, as if he had heard the world’s funniest joke.

"Hahaha! Wanted criminal? Sheltering?" He abruptly stopped laughing, his face full of utmost mockery, pointing sharply at Lynch:

"My dear Lynch, before you say that, why don’t you take a look at yourself first? If I rember correctly, not long ago, your na was also shining brightly on that list, wasn’t it? ’Betrayer of the Shadow Tower,’ ’Rebel of Order’... aren’t these titles any more glorious than mine?"

He spread his hands, putting on an innocent yet hypocritical expression: "Since you can remove yourself from that list legally and clean your na with external help... then why can’t I? Rules are always made to serve the winners and those of value, aren’t they?"

These words, albeit twisted and heretical, carried a certain harsh reality that left Lynch speechless for a mont. Alfred had clearly utilized similar ans to gain the protection of the Tower of Order and so form of "pardon."

Alfred seed quite pleased with Lynch’s reaction, adjusting his luxurious robe and once again putting on that fake smile as he said leisurely, "Alright, as for reminiscing, we have plenty of ti to talk slowly in the future. After all... after so many years, I have so many ’things’ to ’talk’ with you about."

He deliberately emphasized the word "talk," the malice within all too clear.

With that said, he gave Lynch no further opportunity to question, directly turning around and casually waving at Cyrus, Ragnar, and the others, as if he were the leader: "Let’s go, the air here... seems a bit unfriendly."

Strangely, Cyrus, whose strength far exceeded Alfred’s, although his face was extrely unpleasant, with a fleeting sense of humiliation in his eyes, did not retort but instead rely glared at Lynch grimly before truly taking his people from the Tower of Order and following Alfred’s lead. Ragnar, like a loyal hound, glared fiercely at Lynch and then followed behind Alfred.

Their departing deanor suggested that Alfred was the one in charge!

At this mont, Kong and Fanny Aila walked up to Lynch. Kong’s eyes were filled with gravity as she watched Alfred’s retreating back, asking quietly, "Lynch, do you know that person?"

"Mm," Lynch’s voice was sowhat hoarse, "From the sa place."

Kong’s brow furrowed tightly, her tone unprecedentedly serious: "I don’t know what past you two have, but the feeling he gives ... is very bad. It’s not just simple evil or chaos; it’s a more profound, chilling danger. You must be careful with him."

Even the always proud and confident Fanny Aila did not refute Kong, crossing her arms and tightly pressing her red lips as she nodded in agreent, saying: "That red-haired guy and the creepy old man are annoying, but at least their purposes are clear. But that gray-eyed one... he’s like a venomous snake hiding in the shadows, I can’t see through him. Kong is right, you have to be extrely careful."

Even these two well-experienced and well-connected paragons of their generation issuing such grave warnings simultaneously made Lynch’s heart sink. He nodded heavily, keeping their cautions in mind.

His gaze once again fell in the direction where Alfred had disappeared, and the doubts in his heart grew wildly like vines.

Why would mbers of the Tower of Order, especially a Late Domain Great Wizard like Cyrus, who is so proud, exhibit such an almost... submissive attitude towards Alfred?

What baffled him even more was that the spiritual power fluctuations emanating from Alfred were vast and obscure, definitely not below his, absolutely reaching the Domain Level!

How is this possible?!

Lynch himself had gone through countless life-and-death trials, with the system’s miraculous assistance, and had diligently cultivated over unimaginably lengthy periods in the Ti Hut, with continuous good fortunes, only barely reaching his current state, which had already been seen as a miraculous speed.

And Alfred, on what basis? How could he possibly catch up with Lynch’s steps in the sa or even less ti, and possibly... beco even stronger?

Could it be that... there is sothing unknown, akin to a system, a "cheat" in his possession as well?

Just as Lynch’s mind was filled with suspicion and wariness towards Alfred, his thoughts in a tangled ss, an old yet hearty voice, with a few hints of carefree laughter, suddenly called from behind him:

"Hahaha! Truly, you et people everywhere in life! Long ti no see, young friend Lynch! I didn’t expect to run into you here!"

This voice...

A wisp of light dispersed the gloom in Lynch’s heart, and he imdiately turned around, looking in the direction of the sound.

He saw an old man walking towards him, chuckling. The old man’s head of silver hair was ticulously grood, his face was ruddy, his spirit hale and hearty, and he was wearing a set of well-made, light swordsman’s clothes, instead of the traditional Wizard Robe.

Most eye-catching was the ancient-style Cross Sword he held in his arms, making him look more like a retired legendary Sword Saint rather than a wizard.

Even though a considerable amount of ti had passed since they last t, and the other person’s appearance had slightly changed, Lynch recognized the visitor’s identity at first glance!

Those clear and sharp eyes, that unique temperant blending a swordsman’s edge with a wizard’s depth perfectly, especially that Cross Sword seemingly bonded with his life—

It was Philis, the Truth Church wizard known as the "Swordsman," who had once t him in Lorent Kingdom, drank under the moon, sparred swordsmanship, and given him a profound talk!