Eye of Death

The "advanced" political system of the Land of Wizards made Lynn gasp. He quickly stepped into a democratic parliamentary system.

However, after thinking about it, he felt it was normal. A high-level Wizard was an army in himself. If they weren't given corresponding rights, it would be creating unrest for no reason.

Therefore, in that place, the status of Wizards was almost equivalent to Nobles!

"When we reach the port, you'll definitely be shocked by the sight there," Laud said with great emotion.

Over the years, he had also been to the Land of Wizards a few times. It was like a farmer who had always lived in a village suddenly arriving at Victnil; the feeling of shock was simply indescribable.

"Then I'm really looking forward to seeing such a sight," Lynn said with a smile.

As the two were chatting, a sailor suddenly walked over and whispered a few words in Laud's ear.

Laud waved the sailor away and asked respectfully, "That Witch has woken up. Do you plan to go see her?"

Lynn nodded. He had many questions for Joanne and quickly walked towards the ship's cabin.

Watching Lynn's retreating back, Laud had no intention of following. Instead, he looked up at the misty Sky. Drops of rain were falling through the white mist onto the deck.

This bit of wind and rain wouldn't affect their voyage, but Laud felt a vague sense of unease. This year, to escape the pursuit of the Holy See, they had set sail a bit too late.

He hoped that before they passed through this sea area, it would calm down a little...

Lynn followed the sailor all the way to the interior of the ship's cabin. The wooden boat shook constantly, and the air carried a faint smell of decay.

Fortunately, he had long since adapted to the terrible hygiene conditions of the Middle Ages over these past few days. Moreover, this situation was already considered good; at least Laud had arranged separate cabins for them, so they didn't have to squeeze in with the other crew members.

"My Lord Wizard, this is it!" The guiding sailor stopped in front of a cabin door and looked at Lynn. He couldn't help but recall the tragic scene in Harbor Town, and a hint of fear flickered in his eyes.

Lynn didn't pay it any mind and directly pushed the door open and walked in.

It was a cabin only a few square meters in size. The Witch with silver-gray hair was leaning against the head of the wooden bed, her gaze fixed on the ocean obscured by fog outside the window. A faint light shone through the window onto the girl's pale face, revealing a kind of morbid beauty.

Perhaps hearing the sound of the door opening, Joanne turned her head. Her delicate profile was half-covered in shadow. Seeing Lynn, who had walked in and was now by the bed, the girl was silent for a moment before suddenly speaking.

"White Dove is dead!"

Lynn paused, then replied softly, "I've already frozen her body. Perhaps the important figures in the Land of Wizards will have some way."

Although he said this, Lynn knew the hope was slim. Not to mention whether those powerful Wizards had the ability, even if they did, it was unlikely they would save a mere Wizard Apprentice.

He did this for two reasons. Firstly, White Dove, who was usually extremely afraid of death, had dared to enter Harbor Town to "rescue" him in a near-certain death situation, which moved Lynn somewhat.

Secondly, the unknown energy absorbed by the intelligent system last night also made him very concerned.

Joanne seemed not to hear Lynn's words and continued to repeat in a low voice.

Lynn sighed inwardly. Given the girl's mental state, he probably wouldn't get anything out of her. Just as he was about to tell Joanne to rest well, a soft, slightly warm body crashed into his arms.

Lynn froze. Before he could react, he heard the girl's sobs in his ear.

"White Dove is dead... Teacher is dead too... and Kent, Will, Buck, Barton..."

With each name she called out, Joanne's voice choked a little more. Her shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and crystal tears streamed down her cheeks, soaking Lynn's robe. The girl spoke intermittently, her voice choked, recounting everything that had happened in Nordland Territory.

After being discovered by the Holy See's personnel, Coru had a chance to escape, but he chose to stay behind to cover their retreat for her sake.

That was how she managed to escape with her life. Before leaving, she had promised her teacher that she would bring every apprentice back to the Land of Wizards safely. As a result, except for the two of them, everyone else was dead...

Lynn stood quietly, not disturbing the girl's outpouring. He understood that Joanne simply needed an outlet to vent the fear, sadness, and despair that had accumulated for over ten days and could not be told to outsiders.

This intermittent crying lasted for more than ten minutes before Joanne's emotions gradually stabilized. It was then that she realized she was hugging Lynn and that his clothes were soaked with tears.

The girl awkwardly released her arms. The atmosphere in the cabin suddenly became a bit strange. Joanne hastily wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said in a low voice.

"If Teacher had chosen to take you to the main city of Nordland Territory back then, perhaps everything would be different."

"You think too highly of me, Joanne," Lynn shook his head. He hadn't transmigrated then. With the original body's Karl's skill level, he would have most likely been captured along with them.

"Besides, you've already done enough, and you've done well," Lynn said very seriously. Joanne wasn't a master tactician, nor was she a cunning schemer like Laud.

In Karl's memory, she was just a girl with some magical talent who liked to sit under a shady tree and read.

Coru entrusting the lives of their Wizard Apprentices to Joanne's efforts was unrealistic from the start.

Joanne didn't respond to Lynn's comfort. She pursed her lips and asked, "In Ur Town, why did you choose to stay behind alone to face the Archbishop?"

This question had been bothering her. Although they were all Coru's apprentices, they didn't have much interaction in daily life. Yet, in Ur Town, Lynn was willing to face the danger alone, leaving a path of survival for them.

Of course, it's because you standing there was really affecting my performance...

Lynn's words reached his lips, but he forcibly swallowed them. Instead, he said in a more tactful tone, "Facing Antioch, I didn't have absolute confidence, and I certainly couldn't afford to be distracted protecting you all."

Joanne gazed at Lynn blankly, her mouth opening to say something. Suddenly, the cabin, which had been relatively stable, shook violently. Both of them, caught off guard, almost hit their heads on the wooden wall.

Before Lynn could even steady himself, sounds of terrified screams came from the deck above.

"Eye of Death... It's the Eye of Death!"