In the tranquil and mysterious repository of knowledge, towering bookshelves held classics that shimmered with runes. On the oak desk, a magic lamp illuminated recipes, while fine sand trickled within a sand timer. The air was filled with the aroma of paper and the faint scent of magic potions.
Lynch sat at the desk, absorbed in flipping through the books on the shelves. The treasures of knowledge amassed by countless wizards seemed, at this moment, like girls undressing, exposed and defenseless.
Was foundational knowledge really so easy to obtain? So unguarded?
Of course not. The Magic Potion Manor had an extensive array of protective measures, from knight patrols, fairy alerts, surveillance magic, and even spiritual recognition—all forming an exceptionally stringent defense.