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Chapter 185 The Garden of Eden (Part 1)

For the next period of time, Lynn transformed into a diligent repairman, dismantling and patching up, transplanting all the valuable modules from this wizard tower to his own wizard tower.

The foundation of Lynn Wizard Tower is rapidly improving.

Although the wizard tower is somewhat rough due to its direct transplantation, Lynn doesn't have much time to refine it, as the fleet recruiting new wizard students is about to arrive at Bangor Harbor.

Lynn needed to go home first. Looking at the ruins of the capital, Lynn gathered up the Wizard Tower and left the Kingdom of Mordor.

News of what had happened in the capital of Modo had already spread throughout the surrounding kingdoms by this time.

The island currently has four kingdoms. The Kingdom of Modo is located in the central area, with flat terrain, vast plains, and a large population. Only a small part of it borders the sea. The other three kingdoms are located around and adjacent to the Kingdom of Modo.

A country like the Kingdom of Modo is theoretically located in a place where it is surrounded by enemies. Countries that develop from here will either be bullied by the surrounding countries and survive in the cracks, or they will grow strong and intimidate the surrounding countries.

But the capital of such a country was utterly humiliated, the capital was destroyed, and it is said that even a sorcerer who descended was slaughtered by that ruthless man, and then nothing more happened.

Upon receiving the news, the kings of the three surrounding countries were unable to sleep for several nights in a row.

The reason why the Kingdom of Modo was able to dominate the surrounding kingdoms was because the wizards of the Kingdom of Modo were the most powerful. In this civilization where wizards were supreme, all power was established under the feet of the wizards.

Even the wizard behind the scenes of the Kingdom of Modo has backed down, which means that if this had happened in their capital, the outcome would probably have been no different.

Lynn went to the cemetery in the suburbs.

In the spacious cemetery, each tombstone seems to be its final resting place.

A figure dressed in black robes stands before one of the graves, placing flowers in his hand.

When Lynn saw this person, he paused, met those familiar eyes, and smiled.

"Mentor Anglie."

"Well, I've roughly looked into what happened to you. Are you feeling better now after venting?" Anglie glanced at Lynn.

Lynn just smiled shyly.

"If I hadn't stepped in and stopped the people behind me, I wouldn't be standing here now." Anglie shook his head. "The second-level wizard you killed also had powerful backers."

"I acted impulsively."

Lynn knew he might have gone a little too far this time. Even if there was hatred between his mentor Anglie and those wizards, he only used clones to gradually lure him into killing those wizard apprentices.

Looking back now, I realize how patient Professor Anglie was.

Anglie changed the subject, "You and Harlin are the same. When you're impulsive, you like to just rush in. Harlin also killed several wizards after he gained power and was punished by the headmaster. If you ask me, killing people directly is the lowest level. It would be more appropriate to wipe out their offspring as well."

Angre's cold face forced a slight smile.

As expected, those who bite don't bark.

"After we finish here, come back with me. You were supposed to be in charge of guarding the ships, but you deserted your post, and a wizard has reported you to the lower council of wizards."

Lynn's eyes showed a slight change when he heard the wizards go to the council.

The Wizard Council is the highest council of the wizarding civilization. Every member of the council is a top figure in the wizarding world. For example, the dean of the Abyss Wizarding Academy has a council seat. The council is usually convened only when it involves the wizarding civilization or very important matters.

Those high-ranking figures all have their own affairs to attend to and would not be able to deal with trivial matters within a wizarding civilization.

Thus, the Lower Council of Wizards was born.

There is only one requirement for wizards to register for the lower council: the wizard must have a connection or relationship with any member of the council.

Because the Lower Wizard Council is essentially an extension of the powers of the Wizard Council.

Here, "backing" refers to relatives, teachers, and affiliated forces.

For example, all wizards at the Abyss Wizarding Academy have the right to run for positions in the Wizarding Council.

Of course, these are just the registration requirements; it doesn't mean that you'll definitely pass the exam if you register. The Wizarding Council also organizes assessments regularly, just like civil service exams. After passing the written test, there's an interview, and only those with excellent scores can get in.

The Lower Council of Wizards is responsible for maintaining order in the wizarding world, or more precisely, maintaining order in the wizarding superplane of the Divine Annihilation Continent.

Once you leave the territory ruled by the wizarding civilization, whatever you do will have nothing to do with the wizards.

Of course, considering the inertia of the wizarding community, even the Lower Wizard Council is often quite lax. They don't care about most things.

Lynn's eyes were complicated. "Teacher Anglie, there's something else I need to do. I don't know if it's right or wrong, but I feel that if I don't do it, I might regret it someday in the future."

"Then go do it. How can a free wizard be confined in a cage?" Anglie encouraged Lynn.

Lynn took out a pocket watch from his spatial ornaments. Anglie's gaze fell on the pocket watch in Lynn's hand, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he were deep in thought.

Lynn lowered his head, and the soil and rocks on the ground in front of him automatically parted, revealing a black coffin at the bottom of the pit.

"Hey, what are you doing?" A shout came from not far away.

The gravedigger approached carrying a lantern. A glint flashed in Anglie's eyes, but the gravedigger's gaze became unfocused, and he ignored the two of them.

He walked straight past the two of them, carrying a lantern.

Lynn summoned a wizard tower on the open ground next to him.

The colossal wizard tower, reaching into the clouds, descended to the ground, causing the earth to tremble slightly.

The Wizard Tower resembled a colossal beast, with massive amounts of white mist spewing from its walls, making it impossible to see one's hand in front of one's face.

Lynn fiddled with the pocket watch in his hand; the hour hand turned backward, and time inside the coffin began to flow backward.

Standing to the side, Anglie's eyes were deep and unfathomable. "Playing with time and death, child, you have violated two taboos at the same time."

dong dong dong.

A thick, flavorful soup was laid out on the table that night, and Borg frequently glanced at his brother.

My brother suddenly disappeared after returning a few months ago, but he came back today.

He wondered if all wizards were this mysterious.

If this continues, my brother might disappear again tomorrow, and how long will it be before we meet again?

Next month? Next year? Ten years from now?

Or is this the final farewell?

Borg lowered his head, unwilling to think about it further.

"Borg," Lynn suddenly spoke.

"What? Brother?" Borg was stunned for a moment. He was already forty years old and had gained some weight. He had a receding hairline and his mouth was oily from drinking fish soup.

"What is your dream?" Lynn asked.

"A dream. Does hoping Dad will be healthy count?" Borg smiled.

"This is a wish, not a dream."

Borg chuckled sheepishly, glancing at his wife beside him and his son sitting to his right.

He hadn't really paid much attention to his dreams.

But if I had to pinpoint the exact time, it would probably be when he and his brother were lying on a haystack, gazing at the starry sky, and he loudly proclaimed that he wanted to be a knight who would punish evil and promote good.

But now that I have a family, how can I be a knight?

"I think being a tailor is fine," Borg said softly.

The tailor shop was left to him by his mother.

My mother's favorite thing was being a seamstress.

He remembered that his mother used to like making colorful and pretty clothes, and she also liked to see the surprised and praising expressions on other people's faces when they received new clothes. He didn't understand it before, but now he suddenly felt the same way.

He was one of only two men in the family. With his older brother gone, he, as the younger brother, naturally had to take on the family responsibilities and inherit his mother's tailor shop.

"You like being a tailor?" Lynn asked, looking at him.

Borg paused for a moment, then smiled. "I think this is fine."

He felt that anything suitable was fine.

"Ava, what are your dreams?"

Lynn turned to look at Ava sitting next to the dining table.

Ava's eyes lit up. She glanced at her father furtively and then whispered, "Brother, I work at the city government. I often see those rich ladies wearing beautiful clothes and riding in fancy carriages. They even go out for afternoon tea every day. Brother, you could give me some money."

Hamilton, who looked drowsy and seemed to be dozing off, opened his eyes at some point.

He frowned and looked at his daughter, "Ava!"

Hamilton's tone was stern.

Ava shrank back, not daring to mention money again.

I just feel a little wronged. My brother wanted to give us money, so why can't we accept it?

"If you give her money, she can enjoy the benefits while you're around, but if you leave, that money won't be a good thing for us," Hamilton said.

After a pause, Hamilton added, "If you stay, she can use the money openly and honestly."

(End of this chapter)