"Bishop Anluoke, it's here! I saw that wizard and the witch-hunter lord e out of the house from afar and fought all the way to here..."

  A quarter of an hour ter, in the lower city, a ragged sger, covered in filth, hunched over as he looked at the priests of the church before him, carefully reting everything he had seen.

  Anluoke remained silent, examining the scorch marks on the ground. The fresh blood had turned dark red uhe heat, and the upturned soil mixed with shattered flesh attested to the ferocity of the battle.

  The severe destru was likely caused by the sed-circle spell, Fme Burst Skill!

  "Where's the body?" Anluoke suddenly questiohere were clear signs of a fight, but Bine's body was o be found.

  The sger swallowed hard and began to speak with difficulty. "After the witch-hunter lord died, that wizard threw him into... threw him into the Yin River..."

  "This is bsphemy!"

  Before Anluoke could respond, a middle-aged priest behind him burst out angrily.

  Over the years, thanks to the "wise" measures of the Duke of Nordnd, the entire downstream of the Yin River had truly bee a pce of filth.

  Bine's identity was not just a simple witch-hunter; he was also a member of the church's divine punishment army, and he had even taken the Divine Grace Elixir, being God's emissary oh.

  His frequent participation in witch-hunting operations was merely to pad his resume.

  But that wizard, corrupted by a demon, had ruthlessly killed him and thrown his body into the polluted Yin River, undoubtedly a direct challeo the authority of the church!

  The sger's body trembled slightly, l his head in fear.

  Anluoke tightened his grip on his staff, his anger rising. He turo the trembling sger and questioned again.

  "Did you see clearly what the wizard who killed Bine looked like? Was anyone else involved?"

  "I only saw a few distant glimpses, Bishop. There should have been no sed wizard..." the sger replied, trembling. "The person looked just barely an adult, with brown hair, about as tall as you."

  "Carl..." Anluoke murmured to himself, pting the information.

  Previously, he had not paid much attention to this obscure wizard apprentice. After all, the intelligendicated that the apprentice had been learning for just about half a year and was not favored by Wizard Coru, making him the least threatening target...

  But it seemed that was not the case...

  Releasing the sed-circle spell Fme Burst Skill and killing two witch-hunters was not something a novice could achieve!

  Uhe person possessed a powerful alchemical tool, or... was a formal wizard like Coru!

  ...

  Several days ter, at the border of Nordory, in an inn iown.

  Waking from a nightmare, Lynn jumped off the hard wooden bed, quickly moving to the window to observe the se outside.

  Seeing that everything was normal, with no one ing to catch him, Lynn finally breathed a sigh of relief.

  Since he killed those two witch-hunters in the slums five days ago, he had been worried about the Judgement Court's pursuit. He took a deliberately longer route to Wuer Town and even falsified some escape traces.

  Perhaps his half-baked ter-surveileiques worked, or the Judgement Court had no time to deal with a minor wizard apprentice, as he had not entered any pursuers yet.

  Despite this, the journey had been arduous.

  Used to the venienodern life, suddenly finding himself in a setting resembling medieval Europe was almost too much for Lynn to bear.

  There were no phones or puters, no familiar family or friends, no hot breakfast in the m, only hard bck bread washed down with water...

  The only sotion was that he retained all the memories of the inal Carl, which allowed him to uand the nguage and writing of this world. His skills were not too weak, enabling him to deter some petty thieves and avoid dying on the way.

  After several days of hardship, Lyantly accepted the reality of his situation, and this was his sed day iown!

  Out of caution, Lynn had not hurried to find the other wizard apprentices. After disc the markers they left, he returned discreetly, taking a day to familiarize himself with the terrain and stock up on flints and bck bread.

  The days on the run had made Lynn paranoid, but after a preliminary uanding of Wuer Town, he realized why Johnny had chosen this pce for the meeting.

  As a trading town on the border of Nordory, the pce saw a mix of people ing and going regurly, with mert caravans frequently passing through. One or twers would not attract much attention.

  As he pondered, Lynn reached for a stone mortar, pg the fragmented flints inside, and began grinding them into fine powder with a small wooden stick.

  During his time iown, aside from looking for markers and familiarizing himself with the terrain, Lynn had devoted the rest of his time to making white phosphorus!

  White phosphorus is an allotrope of phosphorus with the chemical formu P4, appearing as a white or pale yelloarent solid.

  There are two ethods of preparation.

  First, mixing calcium phosphate, quartz sand, and carbon powder into a mixture, heating it to 1400 to 1600 degrees Celsius. The resulting phosphorus vapor is then passed into cold water to solidify into white phosphorus.

  Sed, heating red phosphorus to 416 degrees Celsius in the absence of air, sublimating and cooling it to obtain white phosphorus.

  However, in this pre-industrial, medieval-like world, gathering these materials in a short time was no easy task.

  071 had shown him some a and "ve" methods of extrag materials, but Lynn preferred not to use them unless absolutely necessary.

  Fortunately, Lynn soon discovered a surprise: the flints he had used tairaces of red phosphorus!

  Given red phosphorus's role as an effective fme retardant, its use in making matches i tury to improve safety was not surprising.

  It seemed the natives of this world had already discovered phosphorus, albeit at a primitive level of application.

  As he ground the flint with the stick, removing the impurities, he was left with clumps of red powder...

  He cked professional equipment, but his magic was far more useful than any stific apparatus!

  Mage's Hand!

  With a thought, the fine red phosphorus seemed to be summoned, floating up, and uhe effect of the Initial Material Depition Skill, breaking down into basic molecur states...