strokinit Chapter 157 - 032: Mentor
Chapter 157 - 032: Mentor
Chapter 157: 032: MentorWizard Somda walked over to the clock face, picked up a series of tools such as tweezers and screwdrivers, and began repairing the clock.
He looked extremely anxious, as if wishing he could grow an extra pair of hands. He muttered incessantly, "It must be quicker! What’s going on... Time has stopped... This shouldn’t be happening..."
Lynch stepped forward and observed for a moment, noticing that Somda was repairing a peculiar round metal device.
Upon closer inspection, Lynch realized he recognized this metal device. He had seen it in the pile of books Somda had asked him to read. Lynch remembered its name—it seemed to be called the Time Plate? A component similar to the adjuster in a clock.
"Where did it go..."
At this moment, Wizard Somda crouched down and began rummaging through the scattered parts on the floor, seemingly
Wizard Somda finally closed the cover of the clock.
"Click!" A soft sound resonated.
At the moment the cover closed, blue light began to emanate from beneath it. These luminous traces rapidly illuminated the Magic Rune Track inside the clock, where numerous Magic Arrays glinted brilliantly along the circuit. The strange patterns etched across the device were fully lit at this moment.
When the final magical pattern came alive, a series of crisp clicking sounds emerged—’click, click.’ It was the gears inside the clock beginning to turn, and then—
"Tick-tock! Tick-tock!"
The clear sound of ticking suddenly became exceptionally pronounced. It was the sound of time flowing—the giant clock had started moving again.
Simultaneously, countless clocks suspended in the warped space around them reactivated, their stopped hands beginning to move again. Even cuckoo birds sprang out and chirped, ushering a chorus of harmony—all ceased time resumed its motion at this instant.
"Tick-tock! Tick-tock!"
Wizard Somda let out a long sigh of relief. "Finally... finally..."
He turned to face Lynch, gratitude evident in his gaze. "Thank you, apprentice. You’ve been of great help to me."
Lynch replied, "It’s my pleasure."
Wizard Somda continued, "Your name is Lynch, correct? Lynch Valen?"
Lynch nodded. "Yes, mentor."
Somda fixed his gaze on Lynch, his wise and aged eyes filled with insight. "The successor of the Eye of Death God, with no wizard bloodline, likely hailing from the Northern Frost Cold Territory of the Putan Kingdom. I’ve been there before—the snow flower trees blooming in winter are quite beautiful."
Lynch’s eyes widened in astonishment.
Somda kept watching Lynch, his expression carrying a tinge of surprise. "Without relying on many materials or Magic Potions, you’ve condensed elements solely through your own meditation... Such a feat! A Third-class Talent managing to ascend to High-level Apprentice in such a short time through sheer self-mastery—it’s truly remarkable."
Lynch opened his mouth but said nothing.
Meanwhile, Somda seemed to discern something deeper, his eyes flashing with mild astonishment. "Which school of spellcasting do you study? Your elemental affinity seems so diverse... Wait! I see now—you don’t focus on a single school of magic. Instead, you’ve meticulously mastered myriad elemental spells... Yet there’s a faint trace of soul corrosion around you. Interesting, bloodline and Dead Spirit elements? Judging by your adept handling of alchemy equipment just now, it appears you’ve also dabbled in alchemy studies."
He chuckled, his eyes filled with admiration. "You’re quite the gutsy one, boy!"