In the laboratory he was most familiar with, Wizard Jolod finished the last journey of his life.
He did not plead with Richard to extend his life.
The old wizards of his era were few and far between, his family and friends had passed away, and his students were already standing on their own.
He no longer had much attachment to this world.
He was a wizard of the old era, and it was fitting for him to leave the stage with dignity as the new era arrived.
Holding Jolod's body, which was on the verge of breaking, Richard did not weep. He simply and gently lifted him and placed him into a coffin condensed with magic power.
No one spoke at this moment, and the entire laboratory was silent.
"Does Teacher's friends still live?"
Richard looked at Ali, with a self-deprecating smile on his face.
"I haven't been in the Wizard World these years, and I don't even know such small things."
Ali shook her head.
"All of Master Jolod's friends died in the war."
