Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102: 010: Teach you something you can’t learn from books

"Master!"

"No!"

"It’s over..."

As William Heim was consumed by flames, the undead servants he left behind also met their demise.

Skeletons collapsed, zombies fell, and wisps of ethereal blue soul flames surged out of their confined bodies. In the air, the flames twisted into distorted human figures that, amid eerie or agonized or relieved wails, were swept away by the power of plane rules, heading to the legendary Reincarnation Hell.

In a moment, the once-noisy castle descended into silence. Everywhere Lynch looked was a dense overlay of bones and decomposed corpses.

Shaking the sparse sweat off his hair, Lynch pulled out a space pocket, crouched down, and began collecting. These bones and corpses were no ordinary remains; they were refined undead materials, crafted with a wastefully large amount of precious resources. Their value was significant.

Avery stepped out and was stunned when she saw Lynch picking up bones all over the ground. "What are you doing?"

Without lifting his head, Lynch replied, "After killing people, of course, you gather some loot."

Saying so, he handed Avery a piece of a hand bone. "Want it?"

Avery rolled her eyes. "You are... incredibly ambitious!"

Then she turned and walked off in another direction.

Lynch asked, "Where are you headed?"

Avery replied, "Unlike you, I can’t see the hidden value in these scraps, so I’d better look for the treasure house or something."

A... treasure house?

"I’m coming!" Lynch quickly followed.

Looking at the unfamiliar surroundings around him, he asked, "Do you know where this guy’s treasure house is?"

Lynch hadn’t spotted any space rings or space pockets on William Heim, nor had he seen any living people around the ancient castle. The undead had dissipated, leaving no chances to resurrect corpses for interrogation.

Avery glanced at Lynch with a slightly smug look. "I thought you knew everything."

Lynch said, "I’ve never claimed that."

"Tch~"

Seeing him admit defeat so quickly, Avery found it rather dull but decided to explain things slowly to Lynch. "Let me teach you something that books won’t cover."

"The Haim Family belongs to a third-class Wizard Family, under the Water Spirit Star Position. According to the Wizard Family Convention, they can use silver magic patterns, and their living arrangements can follow the second official layout model."

"If their residence is three floors, the first floor will house servants, attendants, and guards. The second floor serves as the dining area and reception rooms, while the third floor is for the master’s bedroom, study, and other private quarters. The treasure house is also located here."

Lynch remarked, "How complicated."

Avery replied, "This is just the start. Wizard families adhere to a detailed convention, meticulously dividing everything from attire, daily living, to resources for cultivation. Specific ranks dictate the type of clothing, patterns, dining utensils, even the colors of the bed sheets in rooms."

Lynch was speechless. "You remember all that?"

Avery responded matter-of-factly, "Of course. Memorizing the Wizard Family Convention is a basic competency for every pureblood. If you wore the wrong outfit at a banquet, even a minor error in the pattern would lead to ridicule."

Pausing for a moment, she sneered at Lynch with a hint of mockery, "Muggle thinking might grasp knowledge, but certain things remain forever out of their reach."

As they spoke, she led Lynch up to the third floor.

"William Heim is a direct descendant of the Haim Family, ranking third in the household. According to the convention, his treasure house should be located in the third room on the third floor. But since he defected from the family, aligning with the reverse star position, the sequence would be flipped—making it the third room from the end... Here."

She guided Lynch to a doorway and pushed it open.

Suddenly,

A dazzling array of items presented itself to Lynch’s eyes.

The room was spacious, about the size of a basketball court, with neat rows of shelves. Bottles and jars filled with formalin-soaked eyeballs, brains, and various organs lined the shelves, resembling a biological laboratory.

Is this...

Modos’s eyeball? _{freёweɓnovel.com}

And biological cells from a blue-skinned giant troll?

Wow! There’s even a complete set of high-level biological Petri dishes! This guy is outrageously wealthy!

Seeing the strange and rare materials and magical items on the shelves, Lynch was ecstatic. For any necromancy wizard, the items in this room were priceless treasures.

Even with just a quick glance, the value easily surpassed tens of thousands of magic stones—not to mention the rare materials that couldn’t be bought with magic stones...