Eve gently held Uther's hand: "Grandfather, you are forever our lighthouse."
Ron watched this warm scene, silently evaluating everything he saw in his heart.
The genuine emotions Uther showed towards his students were a rare sight in the Black Mist School.
There, the student-teacher relationship was more of a transaction rather than a genuine heritage and concern.
Perhaps, a more realistic reason is...
The ordinary apprentices of the Black Mist School are not qualified to be considered as heirs by those lofty Official Wizards?
Beside them, Dale curiously asked:
"Grandfather Uther, have you really lived for a very, very long time? Older than the Sea Siren's Elder?"
Uther heard this innocent inquiry and shook his head with a laugh:
"The Sea Siren's Elder is probably at the Morning Star Level, and even with racial advantages can only live for seven or eight hundred years.
