Pioneer Wizard's Notebook

"Linde, my child, the territory will be yours for the next two weeks."

Baron of the Blossoming Ridge, owner of Sunflower Manor, Jefferson Senwright, gazed at his second son before him.

Linde vaguely saw a trace of guilt in his father's eyes.

But when his father closed his eyes and opened them again, his gaze was no different from before, as if it were just a momentary illusion.

"Manage this manor well, and from now on you will be its master. Do whatever you want."

After saying this, his father, Baron Jefferson, picked up his trunk and walked toward the carriage, never looking back.

The eldest brother, Anthony, followed closely behind his father, his treasured sword hanging at his waist. The sword made a comical whooshing sound as he hurried to put it on.

Before boarding the carriage, the eldest son of the Senwright family turned back to give his younger brother some words of advice:

"You are absolutely not allowed to leave the territory before I return, do you hear me! Otherwise, you'll be in big trouble!"

Anthony pointed forward with his right index finger, emphasizing that he was done before diving into the carriage.

The mother and her eight-year-old younger sister followed behind.

The mother kept her head down the whole time, and didn't look up at him once while getting into the carriage.

Perhaps sensing something was amiss, her younger sister, Colisa, looked at her mother uneasily and tried to run over for a hug to say goodbye, but her mother held her back tightly and reluctantly carried her onto the carriage.

The coachman cracked his whip, and with a neigh from the horse, the carriage carrying Baron Jefferson and his family hurriedly departed.

Two knights from the territory followed on horseback, and the procession disappeared at the end of the road.

Throughout the entire process, Linde simply stood there numbly, without uttering a single word.

He slumped to the ground, powerless, after the carriage had left.

Of course he had something to say.

He wanted to say that he had overheard his father's conversation with the knight the night before last, and knew that those ferocious monsters on the ice plains were coming.

He wanted to ask his father why they abandoned their territory and people and chose to run away alone.

But all these fears and doubts eventually converged into a resentful question—why abandon him alone and leave him to face this tragic end of being torn apart by monsters?

Just because he's the second son?

Or is it only by dying here that his father can, when faced with the lord's accusations, righteously declare—"Look, my son died in the territory! I had no idea that monsters would attack this place while I was away visiting!"

This was a necessary sacrifice for the continuation of the family line, and Linde couldn't ask him for the answer, because the answer was already in his heart.

Even though her father was the lord who swore to protect this land, even though her elder brother Anthony would inherit it in the future, even though he clearly had a younger sister.

No, stop! Lind, what are you thinking! Colisa is your sister, she's only eight years old, she's the most innocent one!

At that moment, Lind curled up in agony, clutching his hair, feeling self-loathing for the despicable and shameful thought he had just had.

He clutched his nauseous throat, feeling dizzy and disoriented, and couldn't remember how he got back to the manor.

When I came to my senses, I realized that I was huddled on the outer corridor of the fourth floor of the manor, with my back against a pillar and half of my body hanging outside.

Linde looked down at the people of the Flowery Territory below. The baron's departure had not affected their lives; the laughter of the women mingled with the aroma of baking bread.

Before he could even catch his breath, a sudden gust of cold wind from the icy plains swept over him, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

The countdown to death can sometimes be more agonizing than facing death itself.

Lin De had the idea of ​​escaping, but ultimately he gave up in despair.

Now he is the acting lord of this territory and has the obligation to protect it. Moreover, if he abandons this place and his family, where can he go?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but raise his head, clinging to the last glimmer of hope, and look at the sun in the sky.

"Gods of Heaven, in the name of the Sunflower Senwright family, guardians of the Ice Mist Forest, I beg for your protection. Whatever it takes, please save me, save the people here!"

Linde knelt and prayed, his vision blurred by the emotional turmoil of the entire day.

He vaguely heard a cracking sound, and something seemed to shatter in his mind.

"Gods above, have I received a response...? Unfortunately, I don't believe in gods... Wait, what?"

"A god? No, that's not right, who are you?"

Linde suddenly froze on the spot, touching his cheeks with both hands. "I should say, who am I?"

Long-forgotten memories are awakened at this moment.

In a daze, he felt as if he had arrived at a stormy sea and was standing alone on a sailboat.

Lead-gray clouds shrouded the dome, and purple lightning, like cracked blood vessels, crawled across the sky, each flash reflecting his cold, stern face.

A massive wave, like a liquid mountain range, surged forward, its crests churning up murky white foam that transformed into countless wailing skulls.

As if it were the end of the world, the people on the ship simply raised their hands slowly, and the next moment, the storm subsided, the giant waves calmed down, and the sea became peaceful and tranquil.

The memories were successfully integrated.

Linde's expression changed from panic to calm.

He rose from his kneeling position and looked down at the new world before him.

The cold wind still blows, but it is no longer cruel.

"In this ancient world where dimensions overlap, I think you wouldn't mind welcoming another guest."

Linde smiled and bowed, introducing his arrival.

Who is he?

He is Lind Senwright, the second son of the Baron of Blossoming Territory in the northern province of the Kingdom of Rosa, and a transmigrator who embarked on the path of pioneering wizards.

Linde opened his palm, and a thick book appeared on top of it, with the title "The Pioneer Wizard's Handbook" prominently displayed on the cover.

In his previous life, he unexpectedly obtained a wizard's primer, thus embarking on this extraordinary and mysterious path.

Unfortunately, the multiverse is dangerous and unpredictable, and it seems he encountered an accident on this path.

Linde realized that since he needed to reincarnate and awaken his memories, it meant that his former self was already dead.

The wizard's most important spirituality was also severely damaged, and he lost almost all of his important memories.

Fortunately, he still had a backup plan, which was this wizard's journal.

This is a magical notebook he wrote using his spirituality, based on that enlightenment book.

It records his important achievements in pioneering the path of wizardry.

The wizard's journal lies hidden in the deepest part of his spirituality.

Even if one suffers an accident, as long as one retains a trace of spirituality for reincarnation, one can use the notes to retrieve past knowledge and quickly regain strength.

The territory we are currently in is facing a crisis that urgently needs to be addressed.

Linde composed himself and turned to the first page of the wizard's journal.

A spiritual radiance shone before his eyes.

[Witchcraft Classification: Crops/Animal Husbandry/Alchemy]

[Retrospective Witchcraft: Trait Mutation/Spiritual Contract/Fossils Turned into Mud]

The text records three magical arts, corresponding to crop cultivation, animal husbandry, and mineral alchemy.

This is also the focus of Linde's research after becoming a pioneering wizard—how to efficiently transform the world and make it work for him.

Through the journal, Lind was able to travel back in time and quickly learn these witchcrafts using the knowledge sealed within.

But this process can put a burden on one's spirituality.

He examined himself and confirmed that his current spiritual strength could only regress to one spell.

In other words, it's a choice of three.