Wizard Apprentice and Magic

Thirst, heat, exhaustion...

Under the influence of intense discomfort, Lynn slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was a cobweb-covered ceiling, and the unfamiliar surroundings caused Lynn's mind to freeze for a moment.

It was a room less than thirty square meters. Due to disrepair, the wooden walls looked very dilapidated, covered in dust and traces of insect damage on their gray frames.

The interior of the room was also a mess, with many miscellaneous items and garbage piled carelessly in the corners. Dozens of unbound book pages were scattered on the floor, leaving only a narrow path for passage.

Where am I? Could I have been kidnapped?

Lynn rubbed his slightly dizzy head and sat up with effort, his heart pounding.

He was certain this was nowhere he recognized, so Lynn had to prepare for the worst—he had most likely been kidnapped!

"071, display my current location!" Lynn subconsciously asked in his mind, but after several seconds, there was no response.

Even the auxiliary intelligence was blocked?

Lynn's heart sank. He instinctively rolled out of bed to find a way to escape, but unexpectedly found a sharp short sword placed by his bedside. In his right hand, he clutched a crumpled piece of parchment.

Lynn instinctively gripped the short sword, finally feeling a bit safer. After a moment's hesitation, he unfolded the crumpled parchment. It was written in complex symbols that looked like gibberish, and what was even more baffling was that he could understand the text!

[Time is running out. The Inquisition's Priests have found our trail. We will meet at the agreed location in Ur Town before Moon Radiance Day. Bring seventeen Secas Copper Coins and follow the markings... Be careful—Joanne.]

The moment he understood the text, an inexplicable fear surged through him. Immediately, a memory faintly surfaced in his mind.

[In a wide square, a noisy crowd gathered, their expressions fanatical and excited, shouting something incessantly.

A giant platform stood in the center of the square. A Bishop, clad in a white silk robe, stood before it. Amidst the crowd's fervent shouts, he raised his scepter high.

The next moment, crimson flames shot up, and faint figures could be seen struggling desperately in the sea of fire, their agonizing screams echoing endlessly...]

What is this? Filming Movies?

The cruel scene that flashed through his mind sent a shiver down Lynn's spine.

But why did he have these inexplicable memories in his head? And who was Joanne at the end of the letter?

Suddenly, as if struck by an idea, Lynn rushed to the large water vat in the room and gazed at his reflection, his pupils constricting.

His fingers, trembling slightly with agitation, created ripples on the water's surface, but Lynn could still clearly see his current appearance.

He was a boy of about eighteen or nineteen, wearing a patched burlap robe, slightly slender. His pale face was covered in dust, and his unkempt brown hair was messy. His dark eyes were filled with terror...

Could I have transmigrated?

Lynn gasped, the absurd thought popping into his mind. But he couldn't find any other explanation.

Although before his transmigration, the Federation had already made significant achievements in brain development and neuron research, and brain chip implantation technology was extremely advanced, implanting consciousness into a second body for rebirth was pure fantasy.

He also didn't believe he was worth such elaborate deception by anyone.

Realizing this, Lynn abandoned any hope and sat down on the floor. While shocked, a flood of complex memories surged into his mind again.

After spending half an hour sorting through the sudden influx of memories, Lynn finally managed to grasp his current situation.

He had transmigrated to a place somewhat like medieval Europe, a land of many warring nations, with the most powerful being the Secas Empire, where he was now.

Above the secular imperial power existed the Holy See, which worshipped a God named [Ella]. It was a strict monotheistic religion, with doctrines based on creationism.

Besides spreading their faith and deceiving people, another major tenet of the Holy See was hunting Wizards!

What made Lynn feel particularly uneasy was that the boy he had transmigrated into seemed to be a Wizard.

No, to be precise, he was a wanted Wizard Apprentice!

Lynn looked at the crumpled parchment in his hand with a headache. What a mess. Transmigrating inexplicably was one thing, but not getting any good treatment, and being in a state of being hunted right from the start. He could be tied to a stake and burned any day now.

Speaking of which, the previous owner was quite reckless.

He was the illegitimate son of a Viscount in the Secas Empire, named Carl.

Although he wasn't favored, he at least had food and clothing. In this chaotic world of constant warfare, being able to eat and wear clothes was already happiness!

With this status and a relatively stable environment, coupled with his knowledge from another world, he could have thrived in a few years and possibly even started an industrial revolution to overthrow the Holy See.

But this kid was tricked by a Wizard named Coru. Instead of living a good life, he insisted on becoming his Apprentice, constantly on the move and never knowing where his next meal would come from.

Just four days ago, his mentor Coru attempted to abduct the Duke's daughter. Unfortunately, he didn't succeed this time, so the Inquisition received the news the next day and arrested Coru before he could escape.

Upon hearing this news, Carl hid in this secret hideout, filled with fear and anxiety.

During the half year he spent traveling with his mentor Coru, Carl had personally witnessed Wizard Apprentices being burned at the stake. Fearing that the Inquisition's Priests would suddenly burst in and arrest him, he hadn't dared to sleep for days, eventually losing consciousness in despair and fear, followed by his transmigration.

"This is troublesome..." Lynn whispered with a headache, recalling this. He even considered defecting.

Besides him, Coru had six other disciples, who should not have been caught yet. And he happened to know their names and appearances. Perhaps acting as a witness for the prosecution could be an option.

At worst, he could pretend to convert and repent later...

However, after consideration, Lynn decisively discarded this somewhat dark thought. He simply couldn't trust those who preached doctrines all day and wished to burn all Wizards alive. Even if he surrendered willingly, the probability of being captured and interrogated was not small.

Betraying teammates was out of the question...

He wasn't that kind of person!

Discarding those unrealistic fantasies, Lynn, now calm, suppressed the turmoil in his mind and focused entirely on figuring out how to escape the Inquisition's pursuit.

In an ancient world without cameras, where criminals were identified purely through hand-drawn sketches and vague impressions, going into hiding in disguise might have been a viable option. Once he left this Duke's territory, recapturing him would become incredibly difficult.

Fortunately, the original body seemed to have practiced some swordsmanship, which had caught the attention of that Viscount father a few years ago. He had even single-handedly dealt with several bandits who had been harassing the territory.

Of course, this was all predicated on him keeping a low profile and not casually revealing the Magic he had learned, lest he attract the attention of the Inquisition...

Wait... Magic?

Lynn suddenly froze, then focused his mind, searching through his memories. Afterwards, his expression grew increasingly strange.

Because he discovered that the "him" in his memories seemed to know Magic!

This wasn't the common sleight of hand used by ancient charlatans, nor was it some trick meant to deceive people...

It was real Magic!