The matter of Master has been settled in this way, and from then on, Lynch never saw his master again.
It seems that the rumors are true; whether he has a master or not makes no difference, expecting anything from him is likely out of the question.
Fortunately, Lynch had prepared himself mentally early on, so he could hardly call it disappointment. Besides, his master had applied for all sorts of apprentice benefits on his behalf, and provided him with such a luxurious laboratory for his use.
One must know, for many popular Wizards, the waitlist to use such a facility could stretch endlessly. For new apprentices, they didn't even have a chance.
Besides...
As long as the truly important things were in his possession, that was enough.
"Gulp!"
Swallowing a little saliva, Lynch's expression turned excited as he looked down at his palm. There, quietly lying, was a silver-white key.
"Finally got it!"
