Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience-Chapter 143 - 018: Don’t want to see again

The matter of Master has been settled in this way, and from then on, Lynch never saw his master again.

It seems that the rumors are true; whether he has a master or not makes no difference, expecting anything from him is likely out of the question.

Fortunately, Lynch had prepared himself mentally early on, so he could hardly call it disappointment. Besides, his master had applied for all sorts of apprentice benefits on his behalf, and provided him with such a luxurious laboratory for his use.

One must know, for many popular Wizards, the waitlist to use such a facility could stretch endlessly. For new apprentices, they didn’t even have a chance.

Besides...

As long as the truly important things were in his possession, that was enough.

"Gulp!"

Swallowing a little saliva, Lynch’s expression turned excited as he looked down at his palm. There, quietly lying, was a silver-white key.

"Finally got it!"

Lynch had been yearning for this Silver Key for a long time—Wizard-level knowledge was finally about to open up to him at this moment.

Securing the key, Lynch immediately headed toward the library...

...

Meanwhile, in Shadow Land, at White Castle.

A flying carriage circled down from the sky, landing steadily in the square. Once the carriage door opened, Avery stepped out, a white wizard robe draped over her, her entire being radiating a holy aura.

A sizable crowd had gathered in the square, including apprentices and Knights alike.

As soon as they saw Avery step down, they immediately bowed and greeted her, "Lady Avery!"

Their titles had changed, adding an extra layer of reverence to the gaze in their eyes.

Avery had just returned from the Family Elders’ Court, where she had successfully passed all the elders’ inquiries and was officially established as the first heir of the Tavendish family.

Before, she had been merely a young lady to these people, respected by them but nothing more.

Now, however, she could count herself as their master.

Avery nodded casually, her gaze soon falling on the puppet maid Lisa at the forefront, and a slight smile quickly surfaced on her face.

Lisa walked up as well, "Welcome home, Lady Avery!"

Avery’s brow unintentionally furrowed.

It wasn’t until she noticed the mischievous smile on Lisa’s face that her brow smoothed back out.

She said, "Let’s go, I want to take a bath."

"As you wish."

Back in her bedroom, the composure Avery had maintained fell away as she carelessly flopped onto her bed.

Lisa frowned, scolding, "This is not a good habit, you know—body all smelly like this, you should bathe first before lying on the bed! I’ve told you this plenty of times!"

With her head buried in her pillow, Avery said muffledly, "Ah! Can’t I act out for just a moment? I don’t want to hear it!"

Lisa kept her face rigid, responding, "You’re now the heir of Tavendish. Every word and deed must be mindful at all times. Do you want to hear those old farts gossiping?"

Avery froze on the bed but still refused to come out.

Lisa said, "The hot water has been prepared, please bathe, Lady Avery."

Avery muttered, "Do you really have to be like this?"

Lisa replied earnestly, "Unless you cooperate properly."

In the end, Avery reluctantly got up, "Fine, fine, I surrender."

Lisa finally let a bit of a smile show on her face, "That’s better. Alright, let’s go, the hot water’s ready."

Following Lisa to the bathroom, Lisa helped Avery undress as she asked, "So, how did everything go? Was the trip smooth?" freewёbnoνel.com

Avery replied, "Everything was fine. It’s just that, unfortunately, I still couldn’t force Luwa out. Those old farts are clearly determined to protect him, so it seems they still don’t fully trust me."

Lisa said, "No worries—he’s already out of the game now; he isn’t a threat to you anymore."

Avery nodded, "I know."

She walked into the water and laid down, letting Lisa pour water over her fair body, as she asked, "By the way, how were the things I requested handled? Has that person arrived at the Netta yet?"

Avery’s mood noticeably brightened, her voice carrying a hint of cheer.

Lisa hesitated slightly, "About that..."

Avery looked puzzled, "What’s the matter?"

Lisa confessed, "Netta’s entry papers were delivered, and the apprentice successfully entered Netta as well, but regarding the choice of master..."

Avery frowned, "What about it?"

Lisa sighed, "Here’s how it happened..."

She then explained Lynch’s situation regarding master selection in detail: "...By the time I found out, the notification had already been sent out, and it was too late to make changes."

Instantly, the temperature in the air seemed to drop several degrees.

Avery said coldly, "The Inheritance Corridor! How dare they!"

She gritted her teeth, "Who did this?"

Lisa said, "The signature was from a Monterey family apprentice named Hamilton, but the one who deliberately caused trouble was another apprentice named Rulles, from the Mueller family."

Avery sneered, "A measly Second-class Wizard Family and a Fourth Rank Wizard Family—how bold of them! Do they think the Tower is a place for their petty scheming?"

Her voice was resolute, "Tell Wizard Leslie I don’t want to see these two people in the Tower anymore!"

"Send them back to wherever they came from!"

...

Lake Heart Island, Tree Bookstore.

As soon as Lynch stepped into the library, the surrounding space twisted briefly, as though traversing the boundaries of time and space, arriving at a fantastical and mysterious alternate dimension.

His vision restored, Lynch eagerly swept his eyes around.

The space here was lofty and expansive; the ceiling seemed infinitely distant, shrouded by a thin, faintly glowing magic film.

All around were rows upon rows of bookshelves. These weren’t ordinary wooden structures but were instead woven together from twisted, ancient vines. Dotted along the vines were shimmering Magic Runes, glowing enigmatically in the dim lighting.

On the shelves, a dense array of books lay in perfect order—some with yellowed pages exuding an ancient aura, others coated in glimmering Magic Dust that released faint energy ripples upon touch.

The air carried a peculiar fragrance, a blend of ancient Magic Potions, rare spices, and the distinctive scent of aged scrolls. It invigorated the spirit and sharpened the mind.

"Welcome to the Silver Library. Is there anything I can assist you with?" Just then, a courteous voice sounded from below.

Lynch looked down to see a figure emerge from the floor.

The figure appeared to be a man in his thirties or forties, dressed in a black double-breasted suit, with a neatly arranged white ruffled shirt at the collar. He wore a high-top hat on his head and a monocle over his right eye, presenting himself as a refined noble country gentleman.

His translucent appearance made his identity plain.

This was a ghost.