Wizard: I Have a World of the Dead

After returning from the mountaintop, Lynch immediately instructed the old butler to search for information about wizards.

Since wizards are a real group in this world, we should definitely try to make contact with them.

The wizard's manual obtained from the Asdok shaman was merely a rather rudimentary collection of wizarding knowledge.

It only taught meditation and some simple spells, just enough for Lynch to get started.

To think that one can embark on the path of a wizard based on this alone is wishful thinking.

The wizarding system is a rather complex and vast system, and the knowledge required within it can be described as all-encompassing.

Although the undead world has a complete wizard system, it can only be accessed in the later stages of the game, and requires overcoming many obstacles and difficulties.

If one can master wizarding powers in this world in advance, it will greatly reduce the obstacles to exploring those dangerous areas in the future.

Wallenberg, study.

Lin Qi sat down at the desk: "Speak."

Cliff bowed slightly and said, "The information you asked me to gather about wizards has yielded quite a few rumors over the past few months."

"However, most of it is just nonsense. Talking crows in the forest, stone men knocking on doors in the middle of the night, springs that can cure all diseases—they're all just stories."

At this point, he stepped forward and placed a leather box on the desk.

The copper clasp clicked open, and he took out three rolls of parchment, which he neatly arranged in front of Lin Qi.

Cliff's expression turned serious. He pointed to the three parchments and said, "These three... are the most likely to be related to wizards so far."

Lin Qi nodded: "Thank you for your hard work."

As he spoke, he reached out and picked up the leftmost roll of parchment, slowly unrolling it.

It was a record from the capital, dated thirty-seven years ago.

It says that in the spring of that year, in a slum south of the capital, a blacksmith's son suddenly went mad.

The child was only fourteen years old. He was originally an honest and simple boy, but overnight he became crazy, muttering words that no one could understand, saying that he had seen his dead mother.

At first, no one took it seriously, until he actually dug up a sum of money his mother had saved for his tuition in the backyard.

His mother died in childbirth.

Then the child disappeared. Nobody knows where he went.

It is said that before he left, someone saw a stranger in a cloak appear in the slums.

"37 years ago..."

Lin Qi frowned, put down the first roll, and picked up the middle roll.

This volume contains information from a monastery in the north. Lynch quickly skimmed through it.

Twenty-one years ago, a wandering missionary came to the monastery.

He stayed at the monastery for seven days, during which time the monks noticed something strange.

Every night, a strange sound would come from this guest's room, as if someone was chanting something in a low voice, but no one recognized the language.

When the abbot of the monastery asked him about it, he just smiled and said that it was a prayer from his hometown.

But one young monk didn't believe it. That night, he secretly eavesdropped under the window of the guest room and listened all night long.

The next morning, the young monk went mad. He ran all over the courtyard, shouting, "The fire is burning me!" "The eyes are watching me!" and no one could stop him.

He was later locked in a cellar and died there three days later.

The missionary left the monastery on the seventh day. The abbot later inspected the room where he had stayed and found several lines of writing on the table.

Those were symbols that no one recognized, crooked and twisted, like some kind of script.

At the end of the parchment was a small sketch, which the monks had copied from the symbols on the table. The symbols were crooked and twisted, like some kind of distorted worm crawling on the paper.

Lynch looked at the distorted characters on the paper.

He recognized those symbols.

The handwriting was exactly the same as the one on the cover of that wizard's journal.

Unfortunately, too much time has passed...

He didn't say anything, put down the second volume, and picked up the third volume.

This is the roll on the far right, the best preserved. Although the paper is also yellowed, the edges are neat and the ink is clear.

The date is three months ago.

Lin Qi's gaze shifted slightly.

Cliff whispered from the side, "This is information we only recently obtained; it's the most recent, but also the most... vague."

Lynch unfolded the parchment; the writing on it was more detailed than the previous two, clearly indicating that the investigators had put in a lot of effort.

The content is about the Misty Forest.

Three months ago, in the Misty Forest, a hunter was so engrossed in tracking a deer that he lost track of time. When he came to his senses, he found himself deep within the Misty Forest, a place no one had ever been before.

There, he saw a lake, the water of which was like flowing gold.

He also saw a group of unusual small fish in the lake.

They are clearly fish, but they have human upper bodies and facial features.

The hunter was stunned.

There was a small wooden cabin by the lake. A very beautiful young woman came out of the cabin and spoke to him.

The hunter said he was very scared at the time, but the young woman did not make things difficult for him. After learning that he was just a lost traveler, she said she would take him away from there, only asking that he not tell anyone about this place.

The hunter then fainted, and when he woke up, he was back at the entrance to the forest.

The hunter thought it was a dream, but the dream was so vivid that he couldn't bear it for several days. After a few days of drinking, he finally told his companions about it.

He died the day after he told the story.

Lin Qi frowned: "The Misty Forest...it's the Misty Forest again."

This place has always been associated with strange and unusual legends.

Rumors circulated that strange singing could be heard inside, and that the trees would dance in response to the music.

Some people say they saw walking mushrooms inside, moving in groups through the forest.

Some people saw winged little people flying among the flowers...

That place was a mysterious and unknown land full of legends throughout the entire Kingdom of Lolunt.

It's not that no one has tried to verify the truth of these legends.

Many lords from the surrounding area have ventured deep into this place.

However, the environment inside was too harsh, with countless poisonous insects and ferocious beasts, and most of the lords who went in suffered heavy casualties.

Lynch's father and brother also met with misfortune while exploring that area.

"Could it be...?"

Lin Qi stroked his chin: "Could there really be some kind of superstition about that place?"

The old butler frowned and said with concern, "Baron, please forgive my bluntness, but you seem to be a little too obsessed with these things."

He emphasized his words, speaking earnestly: "These taboos are not something we mortals should touch upon or try to understand."

"wizard..."

"For mortals, that is the deepest, most profound taboo!"