After a night of relentless pursuit, everyone in the room was exhausted. Following Jonny's briefing, they all went their separate ways to rest.

  Lynn was no exception. She picked a reasonably det room, half-closed the broken door, and didn't mind the dust c the wooden bed. She y down immediately.

  Throughout the past week since her arrival in this world, Lynn had kept her guard up, even when sleeping. She was afraid that guards would burst in at any moment. Now, she could finally rex a bit.

  "Greenreel..."

  Lynn murmured the name of the wizarding city Jonny had mentioned. Unlike Will and the others, who were skeptical, Lynn didn't find it stra all that a group of magic-using wizards had gathered to study magitensively. In fact, she thought it erfectly normal. Oher hand, the Church's theological approach was quite strao her.

  For Lynn, going to the wizarding city was an excellent choice. In a pce that valued magid knowledge, she could better utilize her skills without w about being captured one day.

  In the Secastian Empire trolled by the Church, she couldn't even find a pce to farm and tinker with teology in peace.

  If some divierventioet her, there'd be no reasoning with it. Even if she mao create anti-matter ons, there was no guarantee she could defend against it.

  After weighing the pros and s, Lynn temporarily abandoned her pn to go alone, but a sense of uill lingered in her mind. She didn't believe that the sense of danger she had felt in the forest was a mere illusion.

  Jonny, Dove, Will, Buck, and Barton... Their images fshed through Lynn's mind. In the six months since she had bee an apprentice wizard, her retionships with these people were superficial, with no personal grievances es. This made it uhat the attack was due to personal veas.

  As for who could have do, Lynn thought for a moment, and she could rule out Jonny. Not because of the small affe she had for her, but because Jonny had the least suspi. As the apparent leader of the group and the one who had proposed the escape pn, if Jonny had betrayed them, it was better for Lynn to escape as soon as possible.

  was Dove. Her ability to trol animals was crucial, serving as the team's eyes and ears. If someone like her ged sides, it would be a nightmare. The part Jonny had mentioned was also written by Dove, and the message had been delivered by her ravens. If either of them was promised, Carl might have died before Lynn even arrived.

  Lynn was hesitant about the remaining three: Bud Barton, the twins, who took care of each other and could potentially deceive Jonny and the others. She knew very little about Will, who was a desdant of some t within the Secastian Empire.

  Lynn closed her eyes and recollected every detail of her iions with the other apprentice wizards. Then, she thought about the hidden passage in the Drunken Ghost Tavern, Old Hawk, the Wizarding City, Lame Loude...

  A vague guess fshed through her mind. Lynn suddenly opened her eyes, sat up in bed, and a sense of inexplicable ess gradually overcame her.

  Click!

  At that exaent, the door's hinge creaked, and the half-closed door ushed open.

  Already on high alert, Lynn instinctively drew the longsword from her waist and sshed it in the dire of the door. When she saw who it was, her sword froze in mid-air.

  "Jonny?" Lynn was somewhat surprised.

  The silver-haired witch was holding her right hand in front of the sword's edge. It was then that Lynn noticed that the young woman was wearing a pure bck leather glove with many intricate and mysterious inscriptions on its surface.

  It seemed to be some kind of alchemical item.

  "Did you have a nightmare?" The silver-haired witch furrowed her brows lightly, not quite uanding why Lynn had such a stroion all of a sudden. After a brief pause, she expined further, "I knocked on the door a moment ago, but you didn't respond."

  Lynn nodded, she sheathed her sword, and curiously asked, "It's so te; is there something you need?"

  "My teacher mentiohis to me earlier. He said that when you master the first-tier magic spell, 'Frostbde,' I should give this to you." Jonny looked mencholic as she took out a thick book about two fihick from her pocket and ha to Lynn. The cover was inscribed with the words "Basic Magipendium" in a rough on tongue.

  Lynn curiously took the book and ope. The entire book was made from coarse part paper. On the first page, the first type of magic was recorded - "Magic Missile."

  Like "Basic Matter Disruption," "Magic Missile" was also a zero-tier magic spell of a special category. Its poeaker than "Frostbde" and "Fireball," but it had the advantage of being a pure magical creation, requiring no preparation of casting materials and having no upper limit on trol.

  In theory, as long as you had enough magic power, creating hundreds of "Magic Missiles" at once was not impossible.

  Of course, having a rge quantity wasn't enough; any wizard had a limited amount of energy. An apprentice wizard could trol two or three missiles at most without being distracted in bat.

  But there was a solution to this problem.

  Lynn flipped through the pages. On the sed page of the "Basic Magipendium," there were numerous curved diagrams and many plex Helramm formus below.

  After careful study, Lynn roughly uood what Jonny was trying to vey. To surpass the trol limit of "Magic Missile," you o establish a three-dimensional coordinate system in your mind with yourself at the ter and preset the flight path of the "Magic Missiles."

  The flight path could not only be straight but also curved. In other words, the caster could create a vast, overwhelming, and difficult-to-block barrage attack from different dires and angles.

  This involved linear and curvilinear equations in three-dimensional space...

  Lynn stroked her , thinking that this task didn't seem too difficult...

  Since "Magic Missile" urely a magical creation and was minimally affected by gravity, one only o sider iia and wind speed.

  Seeing Lynn's keen i in studying the pages, Jonny couldn't help but offer a reminder. "These are magical formus created by the great wizard Helramm. They further enhahe power of 'Magic Missile,' but for us at our current level, it's still too difficult. You'd better not waste too muergy on it."

  "I'll keep that in mind." Lynn quickly sed the pages again, firming that her thoughts were accurate. She then closed the book and casually replied.

  Jonny saw that Lynn was being somewhat dismissive and sighed in resignation. She remembered being just like Lynn, fasated with these intricate formus when she first started with magic. It was only after hitting a wall that she gained some self-awareness...