Chapter 223: 007: Eye of Death God and the Afterlife World

After advancing to become a Wizard, Lynch’s Divine Bloodline naturally awakened, and the first bloodline ability granted by the Eye of Death God was the gift of directly perceiving the boundaries between life and death—being able to directly see lifespans.

And at this moment, through his unique eyes, Lynch clearly saw that the Baron Acate before him was not afflicted by any illness but was simply reaching the end of his life, his vitality completely spent.

Jorashi stepped forward, leaned close to Baron Acate’s ear, and quietly called out, “Father, Father…”

After several calls, a frail voice finally came from the bed, followed by a weary opening of those deeply sunken eyes.

“The Master Wizard is here, Father! The Master Wizard is here!”

It was evident that Baron Acate’s dim eyes suddenly lit up with brightness. He swiftly turned to look toward Lynch, moving as if energized with newfound strength in an instant.

But the moment he caught sight of Lynch’s expression, the Baron’s face abruptly stiffened; his eyes dimmed again, as if crushed by some invisible despair.

“Help me… help me up…”

Baron Acate attempted to rise, but ultimately failed in his efforts.

Lynch stepped forward, “Just remain seated here.”

Baron Acate spoke to Lynch with a hint of bitterness: “Pardon my discourtesy.”

Lynch shook his head gently: “No need to worry.”

Jorashi placed two pillows upright to serve as support, allowing Baron Acate to sit more steadily on the bed.

Once everything was arranged, Acate paused briefly before speaking: “Everyone except Jorashi, leave the room. Jorashi, kneel before this gentleman.”

The servants quickly vacated the room, while Jorashi humbly knelt before Lynch, his forehead pressed firmly to the floor.

Baron Acate said, “Jorashi, this is Lynch Valen—a true Master Wizard!”

Jorashi greeted him reverently, “Greetings, Master Wizard.”

Baron Acate then turned to address Lynch, “Mr. Lynch, this is my son, Jorashi. He will succeed me as the Baron of the Bayn family.”

Lynch understood Acate’s intentions.

He nodded toward Jorashi and promised, “You may send letters to me.”

The Wizard World and the Human World are, in essence, separate realms. For most human nobles, their knowledge of Wizards doesn’t differ much from that of commoners. Some are aware of the Wizards’ existence yet might never encounter one throughout their entire lives.

This is because Wizards tend to adopt a laissez-faire policy regarding humans, with limited interaction. Places like the Shadow Tower merely provide the nobility under their jurisdiction with a mailing address. When a problem arises, one can send a letter to this address, but whether a Wizard responds remains uncertain.

At times like these, having a reliable Wizard connection proves invaluable. Directly contacting a Wizard in times of need supersedes relying on folklore—like tossing a plea into a hollow tree or dry well and waiting for miracles to happen.

Clearly visible on Baron Acate’s face was a newfound flush of vitality, and for a moment, his entire demeanor seemed markedly reinvigorated.

“You may leave now,” he instructed Jorashi.

Jorashi stood and left. The large room was now empty, save for Lynch and Acate.

Baron Acate offered Lynch a strained smile and said: “The young man grew up under my protection, yet remains inexperienced. I hope he hasn’t offended you.”

Lynch shook his head, “He’s doing quite well.”

Acate sighed heavily: “Doing well? Hardly. He’s clumsy beyond belief—always straightforward to the point of folly. I fear for the Bayn family’s future under his stewardship. If he avoids utter ruin, it will already be a blessing.”

Acate’s concerns weren’t unfounded. Though Jorashi’s approach to affairs was disciplined and methodical, he lacked the seasoned cunning and strategic maneuvering of his father. He gave off the impression of someone more capable of maintaining order than pursuing bold advances.

Lynch assured him, “That won’t happen.”

He knew this was exactly the reassurance Acate wanted to hear, and indeed, upon receiving Lynch’s promise, Acate’s anxiety visibly eased.

With that, their transaction was effectively concluded.

After a brief silence, Acate said, “So, this means I’m beyond saving?”

Lynch replied, “I’ll do my best. I can grant you another six months.”

The six months did not come from his own abilities but rather the value inherent in a particular Witch Artifact.

The relationship between Lynch and Acate was not exceptional; their interactions adhered to the strict equivalent exchange principle that Wizards upheld most fervently.

“I see…” Acate murmured.

After a moment, he shook his head: “Forget it then. Another six months wouldn’t change anything…”

With that, his eyes reddened slightly as he gazed sorrowfully out the window.

It was the evening hour, the sun dipping low on the horizon, painting the sky with its golden afterglow—a scene of breathtaking splendor.

Yet nightfall beckoned—soon the sun would set entirely,

and darkness would consume everything.

Acate looked at Lynch with a hint of envy: “I truly envy you. After all these years, your appearance hasn’t changed even the slightest bit. Look at you—still as youthful as the day we first met.”

Lynch replied, “A Wizard lives significantly longer than ordinary people.”

Acate sighed: “Human lives are so fleeting—mere decades. It feels like just yesterday when I inherited the title, and today… I face my death.”

As if in poetic synchrony, a butterfly flitted into the room, landing squarely on Acate’s hand. Its energy dissolved in that instant, scattering into faint specks of light that vanished with the wind.

Whether mistaking the butterfly’s appearance as an illusion or lacking the strength to analyze it further, Acate did not linger on its significance. He merely observed the glow fading away.

Turning to Lynch, he asked, “Master Wizard, where does one go after death?”

Lynch explained: “According to current theories, the body decomposes into elements and returns to nature to maintain the world’s balance, while the soul departs to higher dimensions—the places described in stories as Hell and the Kingdom of Heaven.”

Acate muttered to himself: “Hell… and the Kingdom of Heaven. So they truly exist?”

Lynch shook his head: “That cannot yet be confirmed. However, based on speculation, they likely exist—otherwise, many phenomena would defy explanation.”

Acate’s face seemed slightly eased: “Thank you, Master Wizard.”

He managed a faint smile: “What I fear isn’t death itself, but the eternal void—the suffocating darkness where no matter how I cry out, no response comes. I fear my inability to exist any longer.”

“Hell, the Kingdom of Heaven… If they truly exist… no, may they exist after all!”

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