I am a mage, with an infinite mana bar!

Chapter 230 Old Friends

Obsidian Street, the main city of Serentil, the capital of Assassinia.

In his room on the seventh floor of the apartment, Seth was listlessly curled up in a soft chair reading the Psychologist's Daily.

This upscale apartment is very spacious, with floor-to-ceiling windows letting in the brilliant midday sunlight of autumn. However, the most intense part is filtered out by this specially made, glass-like magical material, leaving only just the right amount of light and temperature.

The furniture and decorations were dazzling, and every flat surface—floors, tables, coffee tables, and even wardrobes—was piled high with books and manuscripts.

Seth flipped through the magical newspaper, which had shrunk to the size of a palm. Ever since receiving news of Old Man Barton's death, he had been listless.

Suddenly, when he turned to a new page, his eyes widened in surprise.

He practically jumped up from his chair, then swept away the pile of papers covered with writing and magical symbols on the table in front of him, placed the mage's newspaper on top, and flipped it several times like unfolding a folded piece of paper, so that it could be spread out on the table.

The vast amount of content presented there was actually about his hometown, Kelin Town in Luo'an City!

"The September issue of Asahi Calendar 993, breaking news you absolutely cannot miss!"

Evil spirits ravage Luo'an City; why did this border town turn into a ghost town overnight?

The magical miasma in the Secret Forest appeared and disappeared unexpectedly, and thousands of people have vanished without a trace. Who was responsible?!

Iron Blood Brotherhood assassins massacred the city of Luo'an, killing dozens of noble scholars. The White Tower Society deployed magical mechs to seal off the city, and a fierce battle ensued, resulting in a brutal conflict!

The corrupt cult has appeared here. Click here to review the details of the "Birth Night" twenty years ago!

—A series of events resulted in the deaths of 243 people and the disappearance of 1,777, including Lord Lawrence Frey, the lord of Roan, his eldest son Raymond Frey, and the veteran mage Aldorf—

A suspected witch has appeared, and the legend seems to be true!? This newspaper has invited renowned scholar Erich Däniken to explain the witch rumors in detail—

Although the mage's words were always exaggerated, he never reported useless things, which left Seth completely bewildered.

How could such a huge change have happened in just a few months since he left home? Not only did Mr. Barton pass away unexpectedly, but even Mr. Aldorf...

He immediately pounded on the table in a panic, shouting, "Viver, let me go back! Something terrible has happened in Colin Town! No, those corrupt beasts might not be all dead yet! I have to go back and avenge my teacher!"

He's always been someone who enjoys dueling in the arena, but now he's been locked up in this research institute for over half a month, and his patience has long since run out.

With a bang, he kicked over the table in front of him.

Instead of the expected crashing sound, the sound of gears turning came from inside the toppled table. Then, the four legs and the tabletop began to fold repeatedly, and in a few moments, they transformed into a fist, which swung towards Seth.

Seth immediately grabbed the staff beside him, instantly turning it into steel, and charged forward.

Then he was slapped away.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch—" he screamed in agony, clutching his head.

In the corner of the room, a pile of manuscripts filled with writing suddenly came to life.

A pile of papers fell over with a clatter, and a handsome young man with white hair sat up from inside.

He scratched his messy hair, looked at Seth with sleepy eyes, and said expressionlessly, "You shouldn't have kicked Zartel; it's never been good-tempered."

Seth knew he was in the wrong, but he still retorted stubbornly, "That's because you, as its owner, didn't give it a proper personality. By the way, do you really have to give every single thing you make a human name?"

The boy ignored him, and as if sleepwalking, crawled out of the pile of papers and went to the kitchen to get some tea.

After a sip of iced citrus tea, he regained his composure and glanced at Seth: "No, you're too weak right now."

"What?" Seth was speechless, wondering why he was suddenly being scolded again.

Even if the guy who insulted him is the chief researcher of the White Tower Society and the youngest elite mage in Asia in a hundred years, it's still not very good.

"I'm telling you, there's no point in you going back now. The issues that needed to be resolved have already been resolved. Even if there's anything left, it has nothing to do with someone like you who's just barely made it into the senior level."

Viver said earnestly, "Your top priority right now is to study hard."

Seth was completely speechless. Even Barton, who had always been very strict with his studies, had never been so direct in saying that he was bad.

However, compared to the person in front of him, his own qualifications were indeed nothing.

Looking back on my life, I can count the number of geniuses who can compare to him on one hand.

By the way, Lynn hasn't sent him a letter in a long time—has something happened?

He changed the subject somewhat awkwardly, saying, "Viver, how's your research going lately?"

Only when this was mentioned did Weaver Lester's face show a slight smile.

"I think I have found a direction for proving whether artificial beings have hearts."

Syston was overjoyed. "So, Mr. Luke is saved?"

"It will take some more time." With that, Viver put down his teacup, walked towards the bedroom, and prepared to catch up on his sleep.

"Remember to apologize to Zhater," he concluded.

Seth was on the verge of tears: "But it's just a table—"

He walked up to Zarter, who was still clenching his fists and ready to pounce, and forced himself to say sorry.

The metal contraption then creaked and clicked its way back into a sturdy and durable table.

Seth scratched his head, quickly found paper and pen, considered for a moment, and wrote: "Lynn, long time no see. I've been too busy lately to keep in touch. I've been saddened since Mr. Barton passed away, but thankfully I've made a reliable friend here in Serentier ——————"

"I saw the situation in Luoan City in the mage's newspaper, it was truly tragic, which is why I wanted to ask you what exactly happened. How are you doing now? And what caused Mr. Aldorf's death? Is Colin Town really as deserted as the newspaper says?"

—Recently, my colleague and I have been busy with something; my meddlesome colleague is trying to help a criminal.

To prove their innocence.

"And that criminal, we happen to know him, is none other than Mr. Luke Gattuso, the Golden Tower Deacon who once served as the rotating president of the Magic Association in Colin Town. He has been imprisoned in the anti-magic prison of Serentil for many days. He was personally sentenced to death by His Majesty the King, and the execution date is at the end of this year. The crime is the murder of Lord Lawrence Frey, the Lord of Roan City —"

After finishing the letter, Seth summoned an animal messenger, a lark with gray feathers, and stuffed the envelope into its beak.

The lark took the envelope and flew into the sky. Several days later, it arrived in the middle of a barren, uneven wasteland.

There were only two humans standing there, neither of whom seemed to be the recipient of the letter, yet it could clearly sense that the recipient was nearby.

The lark tilted its head and looked at it for a long time before finally deciding to put it down and hand the letter to one of the people.

The brown-haired, green-eyed half-elf girl took the envelope from the messenger in surprise, and was stunned by what she saw upon opening it.

The name she hadn't seen for months came into view, making her nose sting with tears.

"Lynn—" she murmured the name.