I Created Scientific Magic

Chapter 50: Chapter 47: The Eye of Death n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The “advanced” political system of Wizard Land left Lynn astounded as it quickly moved into a democratic parliamentary system.

But after some reflection, he found it normal. A high-level wizard alone is an army, and if such power is not granted corresponding rights, it only breeds turmoil.

So there, the status of wizards was almost akin to that of nobility!

“Once you reach the port, you will indeed be shocked by the sight,” Laud said with a lot of feeling.

Over the years, he had been to Wizard Land a few times, and it felt like a farmer, who had always lived in a village, suddenly arriving in Viknil, with the shock being indescribable.

“Then I am indeed looking forward to seeing such a sight,” Lynn said with a smile.

As they were talking, a sailor suddenly came over and whispered a few words into Laud’s ear.

Laud waved the sailor away and respectfully asked, “The witch lady has woken up, do you plan to visit her?”

Lynn nodded. He had many questions to ask Johnny and quickly made his way towards the cabin.

Watching Lynn walk away, Laud did not follow; instead, he looked up at the misty sky, where drops of rain pierced the white fog and fell onto the deck.

Although this little bit of wind and rain did not affect the journey, Laud felt a sense of unease in his heart since they had left the port a bit too late this year to evade capture by the Church.

Hopefully, the sea would quiet down a bit before they crossed this area…

…

Lynn followed the sailor towards the inside of the cabin while the wooden ship kept rocking, the air filled with a faint stench of decay.

Fortunately, he had gotten used to these medieval poor sanitary conditions over the days and this was considered good already, given that Laud had arranged separate cabins, so they did not have to squeeze in with the rest of the crew.

“Wizard sir, this is the place!” The leading sailor stopped in front of a cabin door, looking at Lynn, memories of the harrowing scenes in the port town flashing through his mind, his pupils revealing a trace of fear.

Lynn paid it no mind and pushed the door open to enter.

The cabin was only a few square meters in size. The silver-haired witch was leaning against the wooden headboard, her gaze fixed out of the fog-veiled window to the ocean; dim light flickered through the window and shone on the young girl’s pale cheeks, revealing an unhealthy beauty.

Perhaps hearing the sound of the door, Johnny turned her head, her delicate profile shadowed in semi-darkness. Looking at Lynn who walked up to the bedside, she fell silent for a long while before suddenly speaking.

“Bai Ge is dead!”

Lynn paused, then softly replied, “I have preserved her body in ice; perhaps the high-ups in Wizard Land might have some way to help, but…”

While he said so, Lynn knew the hope was faint. Never mind whether those powerful wizards had the capability; even if they did, it was unlikely they would rescue a mere Wizard Apprentice.

He did so mainly because Bai Ge, who was extremely afraid of death, had dared to enter the port town to “rescue” him in the face of an almost certain death situation, which had touched Lynn somewhat.

Secondly, the unknown energy absorbed by the neural implant last night also concerned him a great deal.

Johnny seemed not to have heard Lynn’s words and continued to repeat them softly.

Lynn sighed inwardly. Given the girl’s mental state, he feared it was futile to ask anything further. He was just about to let Johnny rest when a soft, slightly warm body crashed into his embrace.

Lynn paused momentarily, not yet comprehending, before the sound of the girl’s sobs reached his ears.

“Bai Ge is dead… The teacher is dead… and Kent, Will, Buck, Barton…”

With each name she called out, Johnny’s voice choked up more, her shoulders shook uncontrollably, and tears streamed down her cheeks, dampening Lynn’s robe. The girl’s voice was tight with sobs, she spasmodically revealed everything that had happened in Nordland Territory.

Kro had the chance to escape when the clerics discovered his group, but he chose to stay behind to cover their retreat.

That was why she alone had escaped. Before leaving, she had promised her teacher that she would return every apprentice safely to Wizard Land, but apart from themselves, everyone else had died…

Lynn stood quietly, not interrupting the girl’s outpouring. He understood that what Johnny needed was only a way to vent the fear, grief, and despair that had built up over more than ten days and that she could not express to outsiders.

The intermittent crying lasted for over ten minutes. Only then did Johnny’s emotions begin to stabilize. It was only then that she realized she was embracing Lynn, his clothes soaked with her tears.

The girl, somewhat embarrassed, released her arms, and suddenly the atmosphere in the cabin became somewhat awkward. Johnny, looking slightly flustered, wiped the tears from her eyes and said in a low voice.

“If the teacher had chosen to take you to the main city in Nordland Territory initially, perhaps everything would have been different.”

“You think too highly of me, Johnny,” Lynn shook his head. At that time, he hadn’t even crossed over yet. With the original Carl’s capabilities, he would most likely have been captured as well.

“And what you did was already enough, and it was good,” Lynn said earnestly. Johnny was neither a master tactician nor a cunning elder like Laud.

In Carl’s memory, she was just a girl with a knack for magic who liked to sit under shady trees, reading books.

For Kro to entrust the lives of these wizard apprentices to Johnny’s efforts was unrealistic.

Johnny did not respond to Lynn’s reassurances, but instead pursed her lips and asked, “In Wuer Town, why did you choose to stay behind alone to face the Archbishop?”

This dilemma had always puzzled her. Although they were all Kro’s apprentices, they weren’t close on regular days; yet, in Wuer Town, Lynn was willing to face danger alone, leaving a path for them to escape.

Of course, it’s because all of you standing there was really affecting my performance…

Lynn’s words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back, choosing instead a more tactful tone. “Facing Anluoke, I wasn’t completely confident, nor could I afford to be distracted by protecting you all.”

Johnny looked at Lynn blankly, about to say something when suddenly the cabin shook violently without warning, throwing them toward the wooden wall.

Before Lynn could steady himself, a series of terrified screams came from the deck above.

“The Eye of Death… it’s the Eye of Death!”

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