Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience novel Chapter 116

Chapter 116: 024: Inner Confirmation

This was a man with an exceedingly strange appearance.

Standing at only 1.34 meters tall, he had a rather corpulent figure and an exaggeratedly large mouth filled with two rows of sharp, serrated teeth, like two sets of saws shoved inside.

His highly distinctive features made him unforgettable at first glance—

Barton!

Lynch remembered the name of this senior, Richard, who had left a deep impression on him at the Wizard Market last time.

He recalled Barton mentioning he would return to the Ramos Duchy, never expecting to encounter him here!

Lynch couldn’t help but marvel at the wonders of fate.

Perhaps due to his increased power during this period, facing this formidable individual once more, Lynch was neither particularly fearful nor panicked. Silently preparing for battle, he carefully observed Barton’s every move.

Simultaneously, Barton was sniffing the air, taking one step at a time towards Lynch and his companion.

"What a sweet scent!"

"It’s those weak white lambs."

"Hehe, are you lost?"

He quickly locked onto Lynch and Avery’s position.

That long, scarlet tongue emerged from his terrifying mouth, licking his thick lips with slick saliva.

His expression appeared excited and greedy: "Hide and seek, hehe, I’ve found you!"

Seeing this, Lynch decided against hiding because he knew that Barton’s nose was implanted with the olfactory cells of a Split Demon Hound. In this secluded, deserted place, if he could hide successfully, it would be a miracle.

If escape wasn’t possible, then let it come!

A fierce battle seemed inevitable, but just then, from a distance, a ’clatter, clatter’ sound came from the mist, like the sound of a mechanical piston in operation.

The silhouette of a figure could be faintly seen rushing toward them—the outline... was it that alchemic man?

Lynch’s heart tightened.

Before he could react, Barton suddenly cursed, "Damn it! So annoying!"

With that, he immediately abandoned Lynch and Avery, charging into the mist and quickly disappearing into its depths.

The alchemic man also vanished in pursuit, and the crisis dissipated instantly.

"What... just happened?" Lynch gazed in bewilderment toward the direction they had left.

"Lynch..."

Just then, Avery’s weak and frail voice emerged from his arms, and Lynch looked down to see her pale face.

Lynch frowned: "Is it serious?"

Avery forced a smile: "I can manage, but I can’t use magic anymore..."

A warm feeling unexpectedly rose in Lynch’s heart.

In truth, Avery’s condition was precarious. Without using magic, it wasn’t apparent, but once she utilized spiritual power, it would disturb her already fragile Spiritual Sea, which was on the brink of collapse.

Because of this, though Avery’s Light Attribute spells excelled at suppressing the negative energy particles here, she would rather endure the negative energy attacks than use magic to repel them.

Yet even so, when she saw Lynch was in danger, she risked the collapse of her Spiritual Sea to help him out of the predicament.

She hadn’t considered the idiom "the teeth are cold when the lips are gone," nor had she pondered any other solutions. It was purely her instinctive reaction, selflessly deploying all available means without considering the consequences.

Her actions were irrational but genuinely sincere, the last time a woman treated him like this was his own mother.

Words of thanks were meaningless, so Lynch simply took a rope from his Space Ring and securely tied Avery to his back.

He said, "Just a few dozen kilometers left, hang in there."

Avery retorted, "I’m just a bit mentally weak, don’t make it sound like a final farewell."

Lynch chuckled: "Just trying to move you a bit."

Avery rolled her eyes: "Don’t count on it, you’re not my type. A common lad can’t enter the castle or meet the princess."

Nonetheless, upon saying these words, Avery felt an inexplicable ’thump’ in her heart and instinctively glanced at Lynch’s reaction. She didn’t know why she felt this way; it was a subconscious action, much like her spontaneous purifying spell use earlier.

She only relaxed when she saw he didn’t appear upset or displeased.

Yet immediately following, an inexplicable sense of loss overcame her.

’What’s happening!’

The rapid swings in emotions left her perplexed, a state she’d never experienced in her life so far, irrational and unlike herself.

So Avery quickly shook her head to calm herself.

With effort, she restored tranquillity, just in time for Lynch to playfully tease, "No such thing as an unassailable castle in this world; if you’re sincere, even a sleeping princess can be awakened, right?"