I Created Scientific Magic

Chapter 49: Chapter 46 Lynn: I Smell the Scent of Being Framed (Please Follow)

Tap, tap, tap…

Raindrops continuously smashed onto the deck, bursting with crisp but low-pitched sounds, as Lynn, situated inside the cabin, woke from his recurring nightmare.

After recognizing his surroundings, Lynn couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. The sudden apparition of the goddess the night before had brought him considerable psychological pressure, thankfully, she did not seem to have followed them.

They should be safe now.

Lynn sat upright, rolled off the hard wooden bed, casually grabbed a cloak hanging near the door, and then opened the cabin door to step onto the deck.

The gentle sea breeze carried droplets of seawater that hit his face, bringing with them the taste of salt and moisture, and dispersed the stale air within the cabin.

Lynn looked up into the distance, where a thick fog spread across the sea surface, enveloping the entire sailing ship, allowing only a glimpse of about three to five meters beyond the vessel.

This fog seemed to possess some mysterious power; even when he used the first-level magic “Tic’s Far Vision Technique,” he couldn’t see through the white mist to the farther reaches.

Sailing under such conditions was undeniably dangerous, not only making it hard to discern direction but also increasing the risk of crashing into rocks.

“Wizard sir, are you awake? Did you rest well last night?”

A familiar voice sounded from behind, and when Lynn turned around, there was Limp Laud.

However, compared to the previous night, the man seemed somewhat dispirited, clearly having been scared quite a bit.

Lynn did not answer Laud’s question, but instead directly asked, “Is this the Mist Sea? How do you usually determine your direction, and how long will it take to reach the Wizard Land?”

“Under normal circumstances, it would take about half a month to sail from the port town. As for how we determine our direction…” Laud took out a compass with great care.

Lynn, curious, leaned in closer. The compass was round, made of wood, and the surface was inscribed with many complex runes and patterns. The most eye-catching part was the needle on the top, motionless, pointing in the direction the ship was heading.

Could it be a compass?

Lynn wondered to himself, then heard Laud explain.

“This compass was crafted by the great Wizard Helram, an alchemical creation. No matter where you are, it will always point in the direction of the Wizard Land.”

This was their reliance on navigating through the Mist Sea; no matter where they started, they only needed to follow the direction indicated by the compass to find the Wizard Land.

Incredible… Lynn picked up the compass and examined it closely, his interest piqued in this great Wizard Helram whose name he had now heard twice.

It seemed that Anluoke had gone through so much trouble to lay out a scheme against a few Wizard Apprentices, using Laud to get his hands on this compass.

Handing this object over to the Church would certainly be an enormous merit!

As he could not decipher the runes on the compass, Lynn simply took note of them, then handed it back.

Laud reached out to take it, then seemed somewhat conflicted; after a long while, he carefully inquired, “Are you a great wizard?”

“Of course not,” Lynn shook his head; he dared not admit that.

At present, he was but a Wizard Apprentice who had only recently encountered magic. Being mistaken for a formal wizard was one thing, thanks to the aid of the smart brain, he indeed could do many things that only formal wizards could do, but he was still far too distant from the level of a great wizard.

If it weren’t for the help of the thousand-plus people from the “Ship Gang,” he would have been unable to set up a trap capable of destroying the entire port dus.

The devastation of Anluoke and the others was less a product of magic and more the power of science.

Seeing Lynn shaking his head in denial, Laud appeared somewhat skeptical; last night, he had personally witnessed that terrifying explosion, absolutely a display of great magical power!

But recalling how the other party had previously requested a large amount of materials, Laud guessed that this “fireworks” witchcraft probably required a special ritual to be prepared in advance in order to use such a strong spell out of ordinary circumstances.

“If that’s the case, once we reach the Wizard Land, I’m afraid you will face some censure,” Laud said with a sigh.

Lynn’s expression suddenly changed, his gaze toward Laud laced with a hint of danger. He faintly sensed the smell of being framed.

Under someone’s “benevolent” gaze, Laud hurriedly began to explain.

Although he has been running the sea route from the port town to the Wizard Land, it was the great wizard Helram who created this route.

In straightforward terms, the entire “Ship Gang” was nothing but a tool in the other party’s hands; whether willing or unwilling, each year they needed to transport some scarce resources to the Wizard Land.

Because of their consistent secrecy over more than a decade, no major mistakes had happened; however, because of Johnny and the others, this transportation route was now totally destroyed. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

If Lynn were also a great wizard, then naturally, there wouldn’t be much to worry about, but if not, he needed to be prepared to be held accountable, which was why he specifically asked to confirm.

Thanks to Laud’s explanation, Lynn quickly grasped the situation, feeling somewhat troubled. He naturally understood the importance of this sea route.

This pot should have been carried by his mentor, Kro. If it weren’t for the latter’s audacious plan to abduct the Duke’s second daughter and being caught red-handed, how could the Church possibly trace the clues all the way to the port town…

“Is this the only route from the Wizard Land to the Sekas Empire?” Lynn asked.

“There should be more… The Mist Sea also connects to another important port — the capital city of the Sekas Empire, Viknir,” said Laud hesitantly, although not entirely certain, he guessed that inside the city of Viknir, there must be others doing the same thing as him.

“I understand,” Lynn nodded. It seemed that things hadn’t developed to the worst-case scenario yet, but he had no intention of carrying this blame; he needed to find a way to shake it off…

While pondering, Lynn casually continued to inquire about various pieces of information regarding the Wizard Land from Laud. He was too unfamiliar with this place, and lacking sufficient information could easily lead to disadvantages.

Through several questions, Lynn came to understand that the Wizard Land differed from what he had previously imagined. It was not a refuge established by a group of wizards persecuted by the Church, but rather an enormous island that had existed hundreds of years ago, with its own cities, ports, and a population of a whole six hundred thousand, almost a small kingdom in its own right…

Except that there were no King and nobles here, replaced instead by wizards and various schools, with the highest authority being held by a Wizard Council comprised of several legendary wizards…