Wizard: I Have a World of the Dead

The windmill was also the fief of Knight Foster.

After news of the battle at the summit spread, Sir Foster sent several letters, earnestly pleading for Lynch's forgiveness and attempting to reaffirm his loyalty.

However, he was left out of the picture by Lin Qi.

After the Earl's banquet, Sir Foster knew he had no chance, and in order to protect his family, he fell ill.

The process was quite efficient; in just over a month, the knight, carrying his unfulfilled loyalty, went to find Lynch's father.

Lin Qi paused for a moment.

Actually, he didn't want to go to such extremes, since there were only two knights left in the territory.

The reason for giving Foster Knight the cold shoulder was to stall for time and see if there would be any opportunity for him to reaffirm his loyalty as the situation changed.

Unfortunately, the knight never got this opportunity, and more importantly, after so long, not a single person even tried to give him one.

There's nothing we can do about it.

Lin Qi asked, "What are the arrangements for the follow-up?"

Colin said, "Sir Foster's wife, Lady Irene, and his eldest son each inherited half of Windmill Territory. The former selected a novice knight from the castle, and the latter was sent here to be trained as a novice knight."

Knight Foster had three wives, the most recent of whom was under 16 years old and had a son with him who was only three years old.

Lynch nodded: "Okay."

Colin asked, "So, who do you think would be a suitable choice for this trainee knight?"

Lin Qi thought for a moment and said, "Let's go with Matthews. This young man has good talent and is brave enough. He's worth nurturing."

"in addition..."

After a moment's hesitation, Lynch continued, "Also, hand over Sir Foster's child to Sir Gale, and tell Sir Gale that the child's future wife will be his daughter."

The only remaining territory knight is Gael Knight, so it's only right to elevate his status appropriately.

With this old knight personally training him, as long as he doesn't have very poor talent, becoming a knight in the future shouldn't be too difficult. It's quite pitiful that he lost his father at the age of three.

It's cruel, but there's no other way.

Colin said, "Yes."

Lynch nodded, quite satisfied with the manager he had chosen.

The division of a knight's fief was highly profitable, yet Colin handled the entire process with fairness and impartiality, without ever considering personal gain.

He is indeed a qualified talent.

Back then, the butler Cliff recommended more than a dozen members of the family to him, and Lynch spoke with each of them individually.

Most of them are not very talented, and only two or three are actually useful.

However, among these candidates, some are too young, ambitious, and eager to achieve something, make a name for themselves, or expand their territory.

Either they are too selfish, and their eyes are full of calculations.

Only this Colin.

He didn't have much political ambition, and since he had no foothold in the Valenn region, he didn't have many thoughts of seeking personal gain.

While it's highly unlikely that such a person would share in Wallenberg's success and bring significant development to the area, he would certainly be more than capable of ensuring stable operation.

And this is exactly what Lin Qi needs most.

Colin bowed and said, "Well then, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."

"etc."

At this moment, Lynch stopped Colin and pointed to the chair in front of him: "Sit down first, I have something to ask you."

Colin paused for a moment, then sat down opposite Lynch.

He sat very upright, with his back straight and his hands resting naturally on his knees.

Lynch leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on Colin's face, and asked without beating around the bush, "What kind of place is the Merris Grand Library?"

The Great Library of Meris, a place in the Kingdom of Lorunt dedicated to training scholars, is located in Gullsong Harbor in the western border. Lynch had heard of it long ago.

Colin's eyes lit up slightly, as if he had been asked a question he was most familiar with.

He paused for a moment, then asked in return, "What would you like to ask?"

Lynch tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest: "Where did you learn how to synthesize allicin?"

Colin nodded, his tone filled with genuine respect: "Yes, Your Excellency."

"The Great Library of Merris—it's an ocean of knowledge. Not just the stuff I synthesized with allicin, but architecture, biology, pharmacology… and even the mysticism."

"Believe me, Your Excellency, our understanding of this world is less than one in a billion."

He paused, lowering his voice as if he were talking about a secret that could only be shared between two people, "In this world, besides knights and nobles, there are far too many other things."

"Even... wizards!"

Lin Qi raised an eyebrow, his interest growing even stronger.

Colin's expression was very serious, and he raised his voice: "The wizards in those bard stories are real!"

Lynch clasped his hands together on the table: "Have you seen one? I mean a wizard?"

Colin shook his head, his honesty without the slightest hesitation: "No. But I'm quite certain that wizards really exist."

His tone was certain, as if he were stating a fact that had been verified countless times: "I have heard that our Dean, Grand Scholar Merris, has a wizard friend."

"And much of the knowledge in the Great Library of Meris was accomplished with the help of that wizard friend."

After a pause, Colin continued, "The contents of the Merris Library cannot be fully explained in a day or two; only by actually being there can you truly appreciate its grandeur!"

"If the opportunity arises, I hope that Your Excellency will visit the Grand Library of Meris and spend some time there."

"I assure you, you will find that this world is very different."

......

The world of the dead, the tormented dungeon.

Deep inside the dungeon, at the end of the corridor, was a narrow stone chamber.

A skeleton warrior staggered in, followed closely by a dozen dungeon skeletons.

The sound of bones grinding together was dense and incessant, surging into the cramped space like a tidal wave. The skeleton warrior was forced into a corner, raising his shield to block, but it quickly crumbled.

However, at the same time—

"Thud!" A soft sound, the sound of boots hitting the ground.

Lynch appeared at the doorway, and the lich behind him also began to shake his wand in unison.

"Whoosh!~"

Snowflakes, wrapped in ice crystals, poured down, frosting the ground and hanging ice on the walls. The movements of the dungeon skeletons visibly slowed down, their bodies quickly covered with a layer of white frost.

Lynch took a step forward and extended his right hand.

He grabbed the magic wand of wisdom that was hovering beside him, and the pale blue stone at the top of the wand lit up, with dazzling lightning surging from the ice cracks.

He gripped his wand and swung it downwards with force, shouting, "Thunderbolt! Lightning Strike!"

"Crackling and popping—boom!"

Seven bolts of lightning struck down from the dome simultaneously, silvery-white lightning snakes ricocheting wildly in the narrow stone chamber, hitting the skull, sternum, and shoulder blades of the skeleton, sending bone fragments flying and the lightning exploding.

The bones, frozen and brittle by the frost, shattered like porcelain under the bombardment of lightning, scattering across the ground with a crash.

Bones flew like snowflakes, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt bone meal.

As the lightning dissipated, only two or three dungeon skeletons, their bodies riddled with cracks, remained standing in the stone chamber, and they were all wiped out by Diego, who rushed in afterward.

The stone chamber fell silent again. Only the dripping sound of melting frost and the occasional soft rustling of bones could be heard.

Lin Qi put away his wand, smirked, and exclaimed, "It really feels more satisfying to shout out your ultimate move!"

In this world where I'm all alone, I might as well be a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur)!

Stepping into the stone chamber, one finds a thick layer of broken bones beneath one's feet, which crunch underfoot.

He lowered his head, his gaze carefully scanning the pile of bones.

Good things can often be found on these undead. Lin Qi has already looted Imperial military-made longswords, armor, round shields, and so on. He finds something almost every time he fights.

"Um?"

Just then, an object came into Lynch's view.

These are gloves, worn by a zombie dressed in a tattered robe.

It is pure white, soft yet tough, with faint, fine runes visible on its surface, woven into some kind of ancient pattern.

Lin Qi's eyes lit up.

He had hoped to find something good, but he never expected this batch of undead to bring him such a big surprise.

Because this is none other than one of the seven pieces of wisdom—

Smart gloves!