Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience novel Chapter 143

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?"