Chapter 12 Lynn: I Know This One! (Request for Continued Reading)

After a whole night of rushing, everyone present was exhausted. Once Johnny finished speaking, they each went to rest.

Of course, Lynn was no exception. He chose a room that looked somewhat decent, pushed the broken door closed, and lay down on the dusty wooden bed without caring.

For the past week since he crossed over, Lynn's nerves had been tense. He had slept with one eye open, fearing that soldiers might rush in at any moment and kill him. Now, he could finally relax a bit.

"Greenriel..."

Lynn murmured about the Wizard Land that Johnny had mentioned. Unlike Will and the others, who were suspicious, he didn't find it strange that a group of wizards who knew magic would band together to occupy a piece of land and immerse themselves in the study of magic.

Or rather, he thought it was completely normal. On the contrary, the church, with its religious theology, seemed incredibly strange to him.

For Lynn, going to the Wizard Land was undoubtedly an excellent choice. In a place that valued magic and knowledge, he could better utilize his advantages without worrying about being captured one day.

Within the Sekas Empire, which was controlled by the church, he probably couldn't even find a place to peacefully farm and advance technology.

If God really descended, there'd be nowhere to appeal, even creating anti-matter weapons might not solve anything...

Weighing the pros and cons, Lynn temporarily gave up the idea of going alone, but a lingering concern still loomed over his mind.

He didn't think that the sense of danger he had felt in the dense forest earlier was an illusion.

Johnny, Bai Ge, Will, Buck, Barton... One by one, their figures flashed through Lynn's mind.

In the six months since he became a wizard apprentice, his relationships with these people had been shallow, and there were no grudges, so he could basically rule out the possibility of personal vendettas.

As for who the attacker was?

Lynn thought about it and first ruled out Johnny.

It wasn't because of some lingering goodwill from his original self but because she was the least suspicious.

As the apparent leader of the apprentices and the proposer of the escape plan, if she surrendered, he might as well run away.

Next was Bai Ge. Her ability to control animals was crucial, acting as the team's eyes and ears. If someone like that changed sides, it would be a nightmare.

The parchment that had warned him earlier was written by Johnny and delivered by Bai Ge controlling a gray crow. If either of them had problems, Carl would probably have died before Lynn crossed over.

Lynn hesitated over the remaining three. Buck and Barton were twin brothers; they could cover for each other and deceive Johnny and the others easily.

At least, the taciturn Will was someone he knew even less about, only that he was the offspring of an earl in the Sekas Empire.

Lynn closed his eyes and recalled every detail of his interactions with the other wizard apprentices, then thought of the secret passage in the [Drunkard's] tavern, old York, Wizard Land, and the crippled Laud...

Vaguely, a guess flashed through his mind. Lynn suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, a cold feeling slowly rising in his heart.

Click~

Just at that moment, the creaking sound of a door hinge turning came, and the slightly ajar door was pushed open.

Already on guard, Lynn instinctively drew his longsword from his waist and slashed towards the door.

Seeing the person clearly, Lynn's hand movement suddenly stopped, the sharp blade hovering in front of the girl.

"Johnny?" Lynn was a bit surprised.

The silver-gray-haired witch raised her right hand to block the sword edge. It was then that Lynn noticed she was wearing a pure black leather glove on her right hand, inscribed with complex and mysterious symbols.

It seemed to be some kind of alchemy tool.

"Had a nightmare?" The silver-gray-haired witch frowned slightly, not understanding why Lynn reacted so violently. She paused before explaining again. "I knocked on the door just now, but you didn't respond."

Lynn nodded, sheathed his sword, and asked puzzledly, "It's so late, is something wrong?"

"My teacher mentioned earlier that once you mastered the one-ring spell [Frost Blade], I should give this to you." Johnny said dejectedly, taking a two-finger-thick book from her bosom and handing it to Lynn. The cover had the words [Basic Magic Compendium] scrawled in common language.

Curious, Lynn took it. The book was made of rough papyrus. Opening the first page, the first spell recorded was [Magic Missiles].

Similar to [Elementary Material Decompilation Skill], [Magic Missiles] was a special category of zero-ring magic, with lesser power than [Frost Blade] and [Fireball Technique]. The benefit was that [Magic Missiles] were purely magical constructs, requiring no pre-prepared casting materials and having no control limit.

Theoretically, as long as there was enough magic power, creating hundreds of [Magic Missiles] at once was not impossible.

Of course, sheer quantity was useless. Any wizard's focus was limited. Wizard apprentices managing to create and control two or three missiles for attack was already their limit; otherwise, they'd easily get distracted in battle.

But there was a solution.

Flipping through the book, Lynn found the second page of the [Basic Magic Compendium] filled with numerous curve diagrams along with many Helram-like symbols below.

After some detailed research, Lynn understood roughly what it was trying to convey.

To break the control limit of [Magic Missiles], one needed to construct a three-dimensional coordinate system centered on oneself in the mind and pre-set the flight paths of the [Magic Missiles].

The flight paths could be straight lines or curves, meaning a spellcaster could create numerous [Magic Missiles], forming overwhelming, hard-to-resist barrages from different directions and angles.

This required the use of straight-line and curve equations in three-dimensional space...

Lynn stroked his chin, this problem didn't seem too difficult...

Since [Magic Missiles] were pure magical constructs, they were minimally affected by gravity, needing consideration of only inertial force and wind speed.

Seeing Lynn's deep interest in the pages, Johnny couldn't help but remind him. "This is a spell formula created by Grand Wizard Helram, further enhancing the power of [Magic Missiles]. However, it's too difficult for us right now. You shouldn't waste too much energy on it."

"I'll be careful." Lynn responded fluently, closing the book after confirming his thoughts were correct.

Johnny saw Lynn's dismissive attitude and helplessly shook her head. When she first encountered magic, she too loved studying these complex formulas until she hit a wall and became more self-aware...

(PS: A new week, asking for recommendations, monthly tickets, and continued reading.)