Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience

Chapter 668 - 1: Long Time No See... My Friend...

Suddenly, Lynch, the bearer of this realm of time, seemed... seemed to have unraveled the ultimate secret of time, bringing the past back into the present in his mind.There was a scene of two people meeting for the first time.

The greedy fellow who embezzled materials he’d intended to use to cleanse a curse.

And also the time he knocked on my room door in the middle of the night...

"Thud!" A sound.

Graham fell to his knees in front of Lynch, grabbed his thigh, and his tears poured out instantly: "Buddy, bro... no, godfather! You have to help me..."

Hmm...

Recall that guy was a real nuisance back then, always taking small advantages and suffering large losses.

Of course,

he also had his moments of glory...

"Hey hey hey! What are you shouting about!"

"Today I stand here and I want to see who has the right to demand an apology from Graham Scuzzi’s brother?"

"Alfred, don’t think you’re something just because you are Lord Murphy’s apprentice. Let me tell you officially, Lynch is my brother, and you better not seek trouble!"

"Otherwise, I promise you’ll regret it!"

He barged into the banquet hall like that and put his arm around my shoulder, standing side by side with me.

Back then, there were so many people in the banquet hall, and he managed to scare them all away.

He really helped me regain my position back then!rating the tranquility of the academy as if originating from some forgotten era, wielding a soul-cleansing power, resonating in layers through the vast space.

A slight breeze brushed by, lifting a few leaves from some kind of magic tree at the plaza’s edge. The leaves displayed a beautiful blend of gold and red, swirling in the air, quietly drifting past the two nearing figures.

Time, at this moment, seemed to genuinely freeze.

All the noise—the whispers of the surrounding wizards, the faint hum of magical vehicles in the air, and even the distant sounds of the bustling city—faded, disappeared. The world seemed to consist only of these two walking towards each other, alongside the timeless chime, scattered shadows, and swirling leaves.

In the next instant, the two stood face to face.

No words were spoken.

Graham’s lips trembled, eyes quickly reddened, filled with shimmering tears, countless words stuck in his throat, yet not a single sound came out. He merely looked up, with eyes mixed with endless remorse and relief, gazing deeply at Lynch.

Lynch didn’t speak either. He simply stretched out his arms, not in the customary handshake between wizards, but with open arms, in an unwavering, powerful gesture, suddenly pulling the old, stooped friend before him into an embrace, firmly and solidly!

He hugged with such intensity, as though he wished to convey through this embrace all the lost time, the lived life and death, and that weighty, unspeakable friendship they shared.

Graham’s body initially stiffened for a moment, then relaxed completely. He also held Lynch tightly in return, his wrinkled face buried in Lynch’s strong shoulder, shoulders trembling slightly uncontrollably.

Scattered light and shadows fell on the back of their embrace, as if draping them in a robe woven by time. The distant bell continued to resonate faintly in the air. Several golden red leaves drifted with the wind, gently brushing against the hems of their clothing, then quietly sliding off.

In that moment, there was no Master Saphiro, no invited scholar of Fran, no weathered old man.

Only two who once met at the Shadow Tower, having been through deceit and redemption, ultimately connected in life and death on destiny’s gallows—

Friends.

"Long time no see..."

Lynch’s voice, deep and clear, carrying a slightly imperceptible hoarseness, sounded in Graham’s ear.

Graham nodded forcefully, tears finally sliding down his aged cheeks, tracing over those bark-like wrinkles, falling drop by drop onto Lynch’s robe. He choked, responding with all his strength:

"Long time no see...my friend!"

With the starry sky as witness, the bell as song. The friendship that transcended life and death, time and social class, reunited like before under Fran’s starry sky that afternoon.