The Man with Abundant Nutrition

Chapter 92 The Man with Abundant Nutrition

Lynn's agility and stamina far surpass those of ordinary wizards, and even exceed those of some knights who have advanced to the rank of "Great Knight".

He crouched behind a clump of bushes, leaning forward, and with his high agility, he didn't make a single unnecessary movement.

It's as easy as drinking water to observe secretly.

The only trouble was probably the swarm of carrion flies buzzing around his eyes, which annoyed him.

Where did these flies come from?

Of course, he also has solutions, such as the ten-characteristic corrosive vines interwoven with Edranor grass, or the fungus Little Black Sheep.

However, before he could make a move, Finn interrupted him and explained without changing his expression, "Don't you know? The Corruption Division has sent someone to make contact. There's a fermentation site for fertilizer and beneficial bacteria not far from here."

He then took a deep breath and exhaled, and a magical energy spread around him—it was his spell.

The effect was an eye-opener for Lynn.

Within a region centered on Finn, all the insects and leaves slowed down as he walked, and the leaves of the plants gradually transformed into solid wood structures as he walked.

As Finn moved around, the effects of the plants wore off, and the deaths of the animals were irreversible.

It's a waste to say that using a cannon to kill a mosquito, but a wizard is a wizard; being able to develop different uses for a fairly simple effect is also a manifestation of wisdom.

Lynn gave Finn's magic a very high rating.

On the one hand, the active triggering has been changed to passive activation, and on the other hand, the area effect has been changed to affect specific creatures.

Both practicality and accuracy have increased significantly.

That Finn is good.

A formal wizard, not bad.

Finn said softly, "This is the spell I intend to teach you. I hope Mary won't suffer."

"Okay. I..."

"Wait, pay attention, that person is Falvi."

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Lynn followed Finn's gaze.

In my field of vision, a young man was pulling a brand-new cart out of the side gate of the Alchemy Academy.

Several bags of "magic fertilizer" were piled on the truck, their openings tightly sealed. Even from a distance, you could smell the warm, fermented odor.

"Not this guy hauling fertilizer, the one behind him."

"Okay, senior."

After the car drove by, Lynn saw the guy.

He was somewhat surprised. It wasn't that he discriminated against people with unusual body shapes.

After all, he himself was covered in a bunch of strange-looking things.

But the man in front of us had shoulders that were unusually broad and a waist that was unusually thick.

His muscles were covered by layers of fat.

It's difficult to accurately describe his physique using terms like "fat" or "strong."

His layers of muscle tissue made him look like a living Michelin Man.

Finn explained in a low voice, "He's a second-level apprentice who underwent a major transformation by a 'sharp-toothed whale.' Metabolic waste has accumulated in his body, and he'll return to his original state in five to seven years. It's temporary. But the magical substitute is quite good."

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"It must have cost a lot of magic stones to cultivate a body like that." Lynn looked away.

Following the trajectory of the previous car, I watched it stumble and scramble forward on the stone path.

"Yes, I found out that the kid's total magic power should be around 2.9. It only took him half a year to go from 1.1 to 2.9 in the Wizarding World. He made a very good choice."

A boost in magic power is certainly a good thing.

But this kid looks very nutritious.

Lynn had to deduce the dogfish's motives with the worst possible assumptions.

For example, a pike might approach a nutrient-rich human looking for food supplies.

But it's a bit strange. If eating a person could make you stronger, then the dogfish's main target certainly wasn't the engine, and it definitely wouldn't have let Joe go.

In fact, pike consume a lot of energy, otherwise Lynn wouldn't have only recently managed to fatten it up a little.

If it were that easy to live, powerful creatures like pike would be everywhere.

After reading the story, Lynn witnessed the entire process of Mary and Falvi's relationship with a sense of doubt.

The two walked past a huge gem research center and a massive boiler forging center.

There is also a textile and large equipment production center.

Many of them were not much different in size from Falvi.

They just walked and walked. They did nothing.

Then, to Finn's relief, they didn't do any of the things that teenagers are supposed to do.

After some time, the wind blew across the grass between the two of them.

As the sun set, Finn remained silent for a while.

"It seems like we haven't gained much. But Mary's condition is much more stable when you're around."

"Senior, do you mean I should keep an eye on Mary? But..."

"Yes, I know your time is precious. So, spend an hour with me every evening, watching Mary from afar, and I will teach you my magic afterwards."

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Finn's terms were very generous: he would teach a practical spell modified by a formal wizard, and the only reward would be one hour of observation and companionship each day, with virtually no cost involved.

Attending classes is certainly good, but wouldn't it be even more wonderful to have a formal wizard teach you step by step?

"no problem.

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Finn was quite satisfied with Lynn.

In his heart, he naturally hoped that Lynn could stay by his daughter's side 24 hours a day, so that after a short period of time, the effects of those alien magic would subside.

Even if he doesn't hire anyone to do it himself, Mary won't be affected.

But he also knew that effort and reward must be equal.

He rarely urged his apprentices, let alone Lynn, who was introduced by Professor Aigard. It was neither reasonable nor emotionally right for him to be too strict.

So he took a piccolo out of his pocket.

It has a warm, beige color and a smooth, delicate surface.

Several musical notes were faintly engraved on the flute. "A flute made from the branches of an echo tree." Finn handed it to Lynn. "It records the unique vibration patterns of the woody and decaying parts I modified. After you input your magic, simply graft the magic it emits onto your spells. You can test its compatibility with your own spells when you get back. Thank you for your help today."

Lynn took it; it was slightly cool to the touch and lighter than he had expected.

He weighed it in his palm, then carefully put it into his inner pocket.

"Of course."

Having received the promise, Finn furtively looked around.

For a fully-fledged wizard to be spying on his own daughter in the academy is more like being a thief.

He breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that no one, especially no colleagues, had noticed him. He then connected to the communication and quickly spoke a few words into the terminal.

"This is Finn. My matter is settled. Yes, team leader, I'm ready to get back to work. It won't affect the overall progress of the organization."

Finn hung up the call, turned around, and his expression had returned to the composure and solemnity befitting a formal wizard.

It was as if the person who had been sneaking around behind the bushes just moments before wasn't him at all.

"Ahem, one hour, Lynn. You only need to follow along for this one hour each day. I've arranged for other apprentices to take over the rest of the time; you only need to be responsible for this one hour."

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Lynn nodded.

It took quite a while, and by then the sun was setting.

However, Finn was in a relatively good mood after paying the deposit.

"OK."

"I have to go now, so I'll be leaving. Do as you please today."

"no problem."

Finn walked away into the distance.

Lynn stared at the pike for a while longer, hoping to help it evolve.

But nothing happened. By evening, the two had made no progress.

"What a strange development."

Lynn sighed, sighed.

A guy with thick hair and a radiant appearance.

The fertilizer truck drove in from inside the Alchemy Academy.

The guy looked like a wealthy vagrant, full of energy, but he wasn't dressed up at all.

"Lynn?"

"Senior Thomas?"

Lynn asked the fertilizer hauler, who had now made a fortune, directly, "Do you still have any scraps of those plants with high magical power?"

"You've used it all up? Are you kidding me?"

"Is there a problem, senior?"

"Keep your voice down! Lynn, the academy is being very strict about fertilizer lately, don't get me in trouble."

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