Chapter 220: 004: You have been promoted to a wizard!

Shadow Tower, Lynch Mansion.

“Caw! Caw!”

Two dry screeches came from outside the window. A raven flapped its wings and slowly landed on Lynch’s windowsill, using its claws to sweep aside the nettles growing wildly over the edge while shouting into the room through its beak:

“Lynch Valen, apprentice, you’ve got registered mail!”

Lynch pushed open the wooden window and took the letter from the raven’s claws. He casually asked, “Thanks, where’s it from?”

The raven responded, “The Putan Kingdom, Frost Cold Town. It’s probably a friend of yours from the Human World.”

Sure enough, Lynch noticed the Bayn family crest on the sealing mud.

He said, “Someone from my hometown.”

The raven replied, “That’s wonderful, still having people from your hometown. The life of a Transcendent is so long that most apprentices’ parents and relatives fade away into the river of time, no longer visible. Treasure it.”

Lynch nodded, “I will.”

“Well then, good luck to you.”

The raven flew away.

Lynch turned back and opened the letter to read it. The letter invited him to go back, explaining that Acate had recently purchased a dilapidated estate from a fallen noble. While exploring the estate’s study, he had unexpectedly found a hidden chamber. Within the chamber, he discovered an object suspected to be a Wizard artifact and hoped Lynch could come to appraise it.

“The ancient and mysterious patterns, covered in strange runes, glowing even in the depths of the night…”

“We found it in the hidden chamber, which itself was concealed behind an oil painting…”

The letter was filled with vivid descriptions of how Acate had serendipitously bought the broken-down estate, encountered eerie events while organizing the property, and ultimately uncovered the hidden chamber and its relics. It was so detailed that Lynch couldn’t help but admit that such writing wouldn’t be possible without firsthand experience.

But after finishing, Lynch scoffed.

He knew all the talk about a fallen estate and hidden chamber was nonsense. Acate, that old fox, most likely stumbled upon an Extraordinary Item somewhere, and it was probably already in his possession for quite some time.

The real purpose of sending the letter was undoubtedly not about asking Lynch to appraise it. More likely, he’d run into trouble and wanted Lynch to help him out—just like what happened with the silver mine the last time.

That’s just how the nobles are, full of unnecessary theatrics, always beating around the bush instead of speaking plainly.

Lynch tossed the letter aside without care. The letter seemed to sprout wings, drifting into the deepest part of the living room before the flames of the crackling fireplace engulfed it, turning it into fuel for the fire.

This fireplace had accompanied Lynch through an entire harsh winter.

He had even laid out a soft carpet and set up a low table beside the fireplace.

After cultivation sessions, he and Avery would sit by the flames, lounging on the carpet, enjoying the warmth of the fire while savoring an assortment of snacks and sipping a touch of the fairies’ secret brew.

Most of the time, snow would still be falling outside, its flakes gently drifting down from the sky, piling up on rooftops and filling the courtyard.

They’d head outside for some playful fun—snowball fights, building snowmen—and once exhausted, they’d return inside, shedding clothes soaked through with snow, bare against each other, wrapped in a blanket by the fire for warmth.

They’d feel time flowing softly beside them, serene, free from the unease of its passing.

It was truly a comforting enjoyment.

“Click.”

At that moment, the sound of a key turning came from outside the door, and soon, Avery stepped inside.

“I,”

“Am back!”

With cheerful steps, the girl walked up to Lynch, giving him a big, warm hug.

Lynch tilted her chin up and kissed her cheek, then her soft lips, responding with passion, “Welcome home.”

“I’ve got good news for you.”

“And there’s something I need to discuss.”

Lynch was about to tell Avery about his advancement to Wizard, but to his surprise, she seemed to have something to say first.

Lynch replied, “You go first.”

Avery nodded and then asked, “Lynch, regarding your mentor, how have you been handling it? Wizard Somda has been missing for five years. As per the Tower’s regulations, he’s automatically lost his status as a mentor. As a Netta Apprentice, you’ll need to find a mentor to take you in.”

Lynch asked, puzzled, “Huh? This is a thing?”

He’d been so caught up in advancing to Wizard that he’d entirely overlooked this.

Avery pouted, “Honestly, such an important matter, and you aren’t prepared? Are you planning to get expelled from the Tower? At your age, you’ve already exceeded the limit. Leaving Netta would also mean leaving Shadow Land. Don’t you understand?”

Leaving Shadow Land would mean the two of them would be separated, and that was what truly upset Avery.

Lynch said, “Sorry, a momentary oversight. I’ll start looking tomorrow.”

Avery replied, “You’ll be too late.”

After a pause, she pulled out a stack of documents and handed them to Lynch. “I’ve already contacted a few mentors for you. These are wizards who are willing to take you on as their apprentice. Pay special attention to Wizard Ron; he’s particularly eager for you to become his student.”

“If an apprentice successfully advances to Wizard, the mentor also gains a generous reward. Right now, you’re quite the hot commodity to many wizards.”

With a playful smile, she added, “It’s just too bad I haven’t advanced to Wizard yet. Otherwise, wouldn’t it be great if you were my apprentice?”

Lynch replied while flipping through the documents, “No problem. You’ve already been my de facto mentor. I’ve learned invaluable knowledge from you.”

Avery was briefly stunned, asking, “What did you say?”

With a sly grin, Lynch responded, “Biological knowledge, of course!”

“You rascal!”

A blush of embarrassment spread across Avery’s face as she lifted her foot to kick Lynch, only for him to catch it. His hand then mischievously slipped under her clothes, kneading and caressing.

“Stop messing around.”

Avery quickly pushed Lynch away, knowing that if she didn’t, it would be another couple of hours before anything productive got done. Though she didn’t mind, priorities needed to be addressed first.

She hurriedly said, “Let’s handle the serious matters first.”

With no choice, Lynch withdrew his hand and focused instead on examining the stack of documents earnestly.

Truthfully, mentors weren’t so critical to him anymore. After successfully advancing to Wizard, he now stood on the same level as the Tower’s mentors. The most they offered was the formal title of “mentor.”

Still, there was merit in learning. Among three people, one could always be the teacher. Having the opportunity to discuss knowledge and explore academia with other wizards remained quite valuable.

“Hmm?”

At that moment, Lynch noticed a particular row of text in the documents: “Mentor’s teaching scope limited to apprentices.”

He asked with a peculiar expression, “What does this mean?”

Avery answered matter-of-factly, “Exactly what it says. What’s wrong? The Tower’s mentors are obviously meant to teach apprentices.”

“What if an Outer Ring apprentice applies to join the Inner Ring after advancing to Wizard? How would the mentorship work then?”

Avery paused before saying, “Are you kidding?”

“The Tower trains apprentices until age 30. Considering most enter Shadow Land at around age 12, they get 18 years of training.”

“Eighteen years to go from starting on the Wizard’s Road to advancing to Official Level Wizard, practically without resources, purely through personal cultivation—that kind of ability is unfathomable.”

Looking at Lynch like he was crazy, she asked, “What sort of genius could achieve that? Tell me, I’d love to know.”

The average time it took for an apprentice to advance was fifty years. Without resource-intensive methods, fifty years was already average. Advancing in two or three decades meant they were undeniable prodigies.

Avery added, “Those with such talent—Fourth-class or Fifth-class potential—are immediately taken in by Netta upon their arrival in Shadow Land.”

“Which means your hypothetical scenario doesn’t actually happen.”

Lynch thought for a moment.

That… was probably true. Based on the Tower’s operational model, it really was unlikely for an apprentice to advance to Wizard level without a mentor.

“Makes sense.”

He nodded, “But there’s always an exception to the rule, isn’t there?”

Avery scoffed, “An exception? Well, go ahead, surprise me. No special reason—just genuinely curious to see it.”

Lynch replied, “Since you’re so curious, I won’t let you down.”

Looking skeptical, Avery wondered where Lynch might conjure such a phenomenon.

Before she could figure it out, Lynch raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

“Snap!”

Accompanying that crisp sound was a surge of unparalleled Spiritual Field emanating from Lynch, bursting outward like an overwhelming mountain pressing down on her. The force made her knees weak and her soul tremble.

It was a kind of pressure—a domination exerted by higher-dimensional life over lower-dimensional existence.

Avery’s eyes widened, her smile completely wiped away.

In disbelief, she exclaimed, “You’ve advanced to Wizard!”

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