Andam turned around and saw the teacher sitting in a wheelchair, leaning against the door, staring at him quietly.

Andam subconsciously glanced at Tuantivan in front of the bed again, and a sense of absurdity arose in his heart.

What's going on with this...

Why are there two teachers?

Why does one teacher live while the other die?

Distracting thoughts arise in his heart, and he whispered: "Teacher..."

For a moment, he didn't know what he should say.

"Andham."

Tuantivan, by the door, walked into the room slowly with a wheelchair and said casually.

"Teacher, I...I'm degenerate."

A helpless and bitter smile appeared on Andum's face.

Aside from the shock just now, this extraordinary mage with outstanding talent reacted.

When he realized the fall, he was actually deeply trapped in it and could not extricate himself.

I'm afraid he'd been contaminated when he pushed the door open, or even earlier, when he opened his eyes and realized something was wrong.

Obsession, hallucination.

Real, illusory.

Intertwined and formed a world that is both true and false.

"Yes, you're degenerate."

"Teacher, I..."

Tuantivan came to Andem, patted Andem on the shoulder gently, and whispered: "It's not too late, isn't it?"

Although the old man was thin, he was still powerful, which inexplicably made Anderm feel confident.

The darkness around him has been retracted, and he hid in the corner and shivered.

"Andham, I mentioned to you that you should not suppress your desires, but learn to control them. The more you dare not face them, the more likely you will have problems."

"But teacher, I really can't do it," Anderm shook his head, "I can't imagine you leaving..."

He just believed that the teacher would make some arrangements, but he didn't want to know what the teacher's arrangements were.

In comparison, he has been escaping since he was a child.

From the moment he was picked by his teacher and entered the mage tower, he gave up fighting with his brother for the inheritance rights of the family.

Although it was just an unknown small family, even the fiefdoms under it could not support the fiefs of a group of extraordinary people.

In fact, if Tuantivan had not chosen him as the only student, Andem might have considered how to escape and inherit the Mage Tower in the future.

He could give this burden to his junior, but then leave.

Sometimes, he couldn't help but wonder: Is it because the teacher knew that he had such a personality that there was only one student?

"Andham, you said it, you will believe me."

Tuantivan's tone was filled with a smile.

That was what Anderm said in person just now, and he stood by the door and could hear it clearly.

Hearing the teacher say such words, Andum couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed on his face, and he scratched his head awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

It would be better if you could only say something to yourself.

It always feels a little strange when you say it from others.

However, just as the atmosphere was slightly relieved, Tuantivan finally put away his smile and said seriously: "I'm dying, Andam."

He is stating a fact.

And this is also the source of Anderm's illusion.

Even though Tu Antivan's death today is just an illusion, he will die in the end.

Just before predictable.

Before Andam could react, Tuantivan continued, “Andam, I will give you the Mage Tower.

Don’t think about whether His Majesty will take away the Mage Tower. He can’t take it away. This is what I said.”

It is also a statement, but among his old words, there is only certainty.

Understand the words and sentences are huge.

He was obviously just a golden-level extraordinary mage, but at this moment, he had a bit of unquestionable domineering aura.

The three generations of kings who assisted the Kingdom of Agrant, from the first generation to the expansion of territory and boundaries of the second generation.

Even in peacetime and in the period of Agrant III, he still remains the same Tuantivan.

I want, I will take it myself, and I don't have to give it to you.

What I want is mine, and I can't take it.

"But your Majesty..." Andam hesitated a little.

No matter how powerful Tuantien was, he was still a subject after all.

In front of the kingdom, the personal will is undoubtedly small and fragile.

"I will give His Majesty a reason to refuse."

Tuantivan waved his hand casually and interrupted Andam.

"But before that, Andem..." Tuantivan hesitated for a moment and sorted out his words, "I'm dying."

Andam looked tucked, not sure what expression to make.

The teacher doesn't know how many times he emphasized it.

And he also understood the meaning of the teacher's emphasis: there is not much time left, and this day is coming, and he needs to be prepared.

"Go back and be ready, Andham."

Tuantivan sighed lightly and patted Andem on the shoulder again.

This conversation ends here.

"Yes, teacher."

Andam lowered his head, responded with difficulty, walked out of the room stiffly, and brought it to the door.

Then, a vague sound of closing the door came from outside the door.

Tuantivan's eyes finally moved back from the door, looked at the "dead" self in front of the bed, and his eyes flashed.

But at this moment, Tuantiwan, who should have died, suddenly raised his head, but there was a smile on his face that should have been kind.

"You really think that this can deceive him? How long can you deceive him?"

"It'll be better to lie to him for a few more days."

"I really didn't expect that you believed him so much. Haha, he had already walked in front of him and was about to launch an attack, but you didn't resist...

If he really wants to kill you, I'm so curious..."

"Then I won't be here, will I?"

"Even if you lied to him and mistakenly thought that this happened only in hallucinations, you would be contaminated with the aura of cult on him. You can't last long..." The blackened Tuantiman tilted his head, and his turbid eyes exuded uncovered malice, "I'm looking forward to it, and I'm looking forward to the day you join us..."

Tuantivan responded in a plain tone: "I will die before that."

"But for us, death does not mean the end." The blackened Tu Antivan gradually disappeared, and eventually turned into a ball of rolling black gas, and his voice became increasingly blurred: "This is just the beginning, Tu Antivan..."

The black gas turned into thousands of black silk, and shot towards Tuantiman like a tired bird that threw itself into the forest.

Tuantiman did not hide, and did not even symbolically block it, allowing this black gas to merge into his body.

Almost visible to the naked eye, his muddy eyes crawled out of a touch of blackness and then dissipated a little.

Finally, Tuantivan returned to his usual appearance.

In front of him was an empty wheelchair.

On the wheelchair, there is a blanket that has just been carefully sorted by Anderm.

At this time, Tuantivan slowly stood up.

The wheelchair under him quietly turned into a bubble.

He lowered his head and stared at the wheelchair in front of him, silent.
Chapter completed!