My cousin is becoming a legend.

Chapter 130 Letter

"This one..."

Blake hesitated for a moment.

"Our Fox family does indeed train alchemists, and we've made good progress so far, but..."

Blake hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Lynn swallowed hard, feeling a little nervous.

"Uncle, could you please explain the progress in detail?"

Blake looked somewhat uncomfortable upon hearing this.

He pointed his finger at Lynn.

"The latest development in our family is you."

"I?"

Lin En was stunned.

"Uncle Blake, what do you mean?"

Blake was somewhat embarrassed.

"Lynn, you're not a nobleman, so you don't know the ins and outs of this. Training alchemists isn't just about having money. The alchemy profession in the country has been completely monopolized by those alchemy families. At most, each family only has alchemists around the second tier, and their skill level is definitely not as good as yours."

"Are the high-level potions used for breakthroughs only available from aristocratic families? Doesn't that mean the lifeblood of a family is in the hands of others?"

Lynn frowned.

Blake nodded helplessly upon hearing this.

"That's how it seems on the surface, but those powerful families don't dare to go too far. If one day they choose not to supply us with medicine, then we'll have no choice but to take it by force."

Moreover, those alchemy families are not a united front; they are quite shrewd in their calculations.

Lynn was relieved after hearing Blake's words.

It seems the Fox family is unaware of those sordid affairs.

They don't seem to be qualified to know yet.

After a moment's hesitation, Lynn recounted what he had seen and heard during this time and his plan to fake his death and drop out of school.

Blake's expression turned somber upon hearing this, but he wasn't particularly surprised.

"It sounds like something those people would do. But since you've thought it through, I support your idea. However, I'm afraid you won't get the best resources and treatment within the family."

Lynn smiled and said, "I am already very grateful that you can provide a safe place for me and my family. If you have to worry about resources, then I am too delicate and I will look down on myself."

Blake's eyes revealed admiration.

"Okay, so when do you plan to start?"

Lynn pondered for a moment and said, "Let's begin when I go to search for the ley lines."

Blake nodded.

"That's what I think too, but there's something I want to remind you: you must never tell anyone about what you're talking about."

Firstly, it's useless; their group is too powerful, and they always find a way to do what they want.

Secondly, I haven't been feeling well lately...

Blake looked back into the room.

Seeing that Violet wasn't nearby, he whispered worriedly:

"My daughter was here just now, so I can't tell you the truth. But I think those people are probably trying to use this incident to weaken my strength. It's best not to cause any trouble during this time."

Lynn nodded upon hearing this.

"Uncle, don't worry, I'm not the kind of impulsive person."

Moreover, I know where the root of the problem lies, and the only way to completely change the situation is to nip it in the bud.

Blake was somewhat surprised to hear this.

This was the first time he had noticed Lynn's sharp edge.

He had thought Lynn had become numb from setbacks in reality, but he never expected that he was actually enduring it.

Cut the weeds and eliminate the roots...

That young man is ruthless!

As expected of Tullius's soldiers!

Blake chuckled softly.

"That's not my problem, but I must remind you that some things are more difficult than you think, and perhaps compromise is the only realistic path."

Lynn nodded in agreement.

The two chatted for a while longer before parting ways.

Before leaving, Blake reminded him, "By the way, don't tell my daughter about what happened today. I think you know she's an idealistic and impulsive fool. If she finds out about this, there will probably be a lot of trouble."

"Don't worry, I won't tell," Lynn said with a smile.

It seems that although Uncle Blake is a hopelessly devoted father to his daughter, he has a very deep understanding of her.

After leaving the courtyard, Lynn hurried towards the academy.

During this time, he planned to keep his schedule as usual and not let others notice anything amiss.

As soon as the supplies allocated by Uncle Blake from the family arrived, he immediately set off.

Lynn traveled by carriage.

By the time he arrived at the dormitory, it was already getting dark.

Bruno was busy reciting love poems in his dormitory.

He paced back and forth in the bedroom, reciting those stinky poems in a disgustingly deep, high-pitched voice.

Upon seeing Lynn return, Bruno's eyes lit up, and he quickly grabbed Lynn.

"Come on, listen to how my practiced love poem goes!"

Lynn immediately raised her hand in refusal.

"Sorry, I don't have a hobby of torturing my ears. You can torture Jack tomorrow."

Bruno took out a pile of fresh cakes and desserts from his storage ring and said with a grin:

"Good brother, I bought all of these especially for you. See how loyal I am? I haven't forgotten you."

Just listen and see where the emotion is lacking. My buddy's going into real combat tomorrow, it's urgent!

Lynn hesitated for a moment, then sat down on the sofa.

He chose to torture his ears not because of the allure of these sweets.

Rather, the situation changed too quickly, and this is probably the last time he and Bruno will spend together.

This fat guy seems nice, so let's just grant him this last wish.

Lynn opened a cake box and waved.

"Please begin your performance."

After half a poem.

Lynn decisively turned around and locked herself in the room.

Screw roommate relationships, this job is inhuman!

"Hey, you bastard! At least give me some advice, you just ate my cake for free!?"

Bruno, that fat bastard, was banging on the door from the outside.

Lynn closed his eyes to rest, ignoring everything.

This fat guy was already weak, but he became even weaker after getting a girlfriend.

He can't hold on for long.

Sure enough, Bruno stopped after only a few shots.

Lynn breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to take out a book to read for a while.

Unexpectedly, Bruno, that fat guy, started banging on the door again.

"Give up. You'll have to pay me more if you want me to do this job."

Lynn said lazily.

"Get out of here! I don't care if you listen! Get out here now, someone delivered a letter to you, or I'll open it."

Bruno's disdainful voice came through the door.

Upon hearing this, Lynn suddenly stood up from her seat.

He opened the door and snatched the letter from the fat man's hand.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the signature.

Thankfully, it wasn't Vincent's letter.

It would be bad if this fat guy knew those bad things.

but......

Anthony Wilson.

Is it a letter from my uncle?

Lynn's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that something happened to my uncle and aunt?

He quickly tore open the envelope and took out the letter.

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To Lynn Wilson:

Tina is awake. If you have some free time, come back for a visit. Your aunt misses you very much.

Your uncle,

Anthony Wilson

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