Wizard: I Have a World of the Dead

The middle-aged man known as the Eton Wizard's gaze fell on Merris, with a faint, gentle look, as if examining an old object.

A slight smile appeared on his lips: "It's little Merris, I almost didn't recognize you."

Merris gave a slight bow, the wrinkles on his face smoothing out with a smile, like a crumpled piece of paper being gently smoothed: "The last time you came here was twenty years ago."

"Back then, I wasn't this old."

Eaton sighed softly, his voice low and heavy with a sense of melancholy that comes with the passage of time: "Time... it's so cruel."

He paused, his tone becoming more casual, as if in a casual conversation: "I remember the last time I saw you, you had already advanced to the advanced apprentice level, right? How many runes have you meditated by now?"

Meris said, "Not long ago, I successfully condensed the thirteenth basic will rune."

Eaton nodded, a hint of approval flashing in his deep gray eyes. He said slowly, "Keep it up. With a little more effort, you'll be able to climb that step and gain the power to walk alongside time."

Meris said devoutly, "I will heed your teachings."

Eaton’s gaze shifted from him to the group of young apprentices behind him, dressed in scholar’s ​​robes and wearing hoods.

He asked, "Is this the first batch of apprentices?"

Meris nodded and said, "Yes, sir. There are sixteen in total. The oldest is seventeen and has been studying under me for six years; the youngest is eleven and was just found last year."

Eaton curled the corners of his mouth and suddenly said, "Ramos Wizard's incubation program has really taken off. It seems like he's been able to contribute a dozen or so apprentices each time these past few years."

The wizard's casual remark astonished the apprentices present, because of a name he mentioned—

Ramos.

The name was not unfamiliar to the apprentices present; it had appeared in the Lolunt history section on the fourth floor of the library.

That great sage who single-handedly led tens of thousands of people across the ocean to this land and establish civilization:

Ramos Catton!

However, judging from Eton Wizard's words, this great sage does not seem to be as described in historical biographies, who stepped in to help people escape suffering and rescue them from the flames of war out of pity for the world.

It seems to be just...

A petri dish for civilization? What is this? An experiment?

The enormous Lorunt.

Millions of people, countless knights and great knights, from royalty and nobility to ordinary commoners—all of this...

Was it merely an experiment by some wizard?

This is absolutely amazing!

Eaton showed no intention of continuing his explanation. His gaze swept slowly over the apprentices, casually, like a breeze across a wheat field.

But the instant his gaze swept over them, every apprentice present felt an invisible pressure pressing down on them.

It's like there's something spying on your soul, digging into your deepest secrets—that kind of pressure.

The feeling was fleeting, like someone gently knocking on the door deep within your consciousness and then turning away.

Lin Qi stood in the middle of the group. When that gaze fell on him, he felt an exceptionally powerful mental force sweep over him.

It's like a beam of light seeping into your skin, through your muscles, through your bones, through your blood vessels, and reaching the deepest part of your soul.

Although he knew it wasn't offensive, the passive effect of the mental shield still made him spontaneously circulate his mental energy, subconsciously gathering it.

"Hmm?" Eaton's gaze lingered on Lynch for a moment, his eyebrows slightly raised. "Magic?"

The mentor is only responsible for teaching the apprentice basic knowledge and meditation techniques, assisting the apprentice in embarking on the path of a wizard, and is not responsible for teaching magic.

The learning and transmission of magic in the wizarding world are governed by strict rules; it is not something that can be taught or learned at will.

therefore,

Of all the apprentices present, apart from Lynch, none of them had truly mastered any spell models.

Merris immediately turned around and waved to Lynch, "Lynch, come out here for a moment."

Lynch stepped out of the group, walked over to Merris, and stood still.

Merris turned to Eaton and introduced him, "Sir, this is the boy I mentioned to you in my letter, Lynch Warren."

Eaton's eyes suddenly lit up: "Oh?"

He seemed quite interested in Lin Qi, his gaze sweeping over Lin Qi from head to toe: "So it's you, that lucky little guy."

The surrounding apprentices were filled with envy, for they had gained the wizard's special attention so soon after meeting him.

At the same time, I am also extremely curious about what Lin Qi has done.

Why did Lord Meris mention his name to the wizard alone?

However, Lin Qi, the person involved, did not feel honored at all. He did not see this attention for unknown reasons as a sign of success, but rather as a risk.

He didn't know why Meris had mentioned him to the wizard alone, or what exactly she had said in the letter.

But worrying about these things at this point is obviously pointless.

He immediately crossed his hands over his shoulders and performed the standard wizard's salute that Meris had taught him.

The voice was steady and clear: "It's a pleasure to meet you, Eton Wizard. I am Lynch Wallen of Wallenberg."

Eaton nodded slightly, then said in a tone of kind concern, like an elder to a younger person, "Your noble status means nothing in the wizarding world. You don't need to mention it anymore."

"It brings you no benefit other than attracting unnecessary malice."

Lin Qi paused slightly, then bowed again: "I am ready to receive your guidance."

This wizard was quite easygoing and had no airs at all.

Eaton shook his head: "This isn't exactly valuable knowledge; there's no need to be so serious about it."

He paused, his gaze lingering on Lin Qi's face for a moment, before continuing, "Unexpectedly obtaining a wizard's legacy—this is a legendary experience that not everyone can have."

"But what's even more remarkable is that, without anyone's guidance, you can still use your own talent to understand those obscure contents and embark on the path of a wizard on your own."

"Great. It really is... excellent..."

As if it were a trick of the mind, Lynch felt that Eaton's tone was a little strange when he said those words, as if there was a hint of... envy?

A wizard?

For him, an apprentice?

envious?

Eaton continued, "Make the most of it. You're very lucky; God has given you extraordinary talent from the very beginning."

"When you arrive in the wizarding world, you will know how valuable this 'special talent' of yours is."

Without waiting for Lin Qi's reply, he ended the brief conversation.

He turned his head, his gaze returning to the apprentices. His voice was not loud, but every word was as clear as if it were carved on a stone slab in the gray fog, igniting the emotions in the hearts of the apprentices present.

"Alright, let's go. Let's set sail, next stop—"

"The world of wizards!"

The sailboat silently departed the dock. There was no whistle, no bugle call, no shouts from the sailors.

The ship glided across the sea without splashing a single wave or creating a ripple, like a sharp blade cutting through silk, leaving a thin, silvery-white trail that vanished in an instant.

Lynch leaned against the ship's railing, watching the dock gradually recede from view, just like the other apprentices.

From this moment on, they will bid farewell to the land where they have lived for so many years.

Or sadness.

Or expectations.

Or happy.

Or sadness.

All emotions seemed to be submerged in the deep sea, gradually fading away with the splashing waves on the surface.

Anyway,

Regardless of their emotions, from this moment on, it was destined that they would bid farewell to this old land of mortal existence and journey to that place possessing the extraordinary—

New world!