The Amman wizard died, and died on an island near the Misty Sea. According to the surviving Ora, a group of blue-scale fishmen of a considerable size gathered on the island.

The reason why these blue-scale fishmen gathered together was that a blue-scale prophet was born among their clan.

Amman died with the opponent in the battle with the Blue Scale Prophet.

These news were not told by Ora, but by his father, Viscount Ryan, who had returned from the north, who had personally told him.

...

In the quiet Viscount's study, the father and son remained silent.

Lance was shocked and it took him a long time to recover. To be honest, he didn't spend much time with Amman, but after taking him as his disciple, the old wizard kept teaching him carefully. No matter what aspects of Lance had, he would patiently answer him. This feeling made Lance feel very comfortable.

He felt that Amman was very friendly and was one of the few people in the world who could trust.

However, such a person, a second-level wizard with powerful mana in the eyes of Lance, died just like that.

"This time, our territory suffered heavy losses. The troops I took to the north lost half, but finally killed all the orcs." The Viscount sat behind the desk. At this moment, the two seemed to have returned to the night that Lance had just traveled.

The father and son sat there and talked to each other.

Viscount Ryan was actually just back to the castle one step earlier than Lance. He was shocked and heartbroken when he heard this news. Amman was the most powerful and mysterious force in his territory, and he was also a friend he had made for many years!

"Now your teacher has died with the Blue Scale Prophet. I'm afraid that the surrounding territories will be ready to move." Viscount Ryan showed a hint of vicissitudes of life. Over the years, the reason why he was able to occupy such a large fertile land on the West Coast was not only due to his personal powerful force, but also the support of Amman, the wizard behind him.

Once Amman leaves, there will inevitably be twists and turns around the territory.

"I heard that something went wrong with Poirot. I was about to save them, but I didn't expect you to have the courage to rescue them. It's worthy of being my son." The Viscount looked at Lance with some relief, and at the same time showed a hint of inquiry.

Lance reported what he saw and heard, slightly weakened his role, and told the Viscount that the root of the demonization had been found by him and he would never have to worry about it again.

Viscount nodded: "Since that's the case, I'm relieved. In fact, Amman's death has the greatest impact on you, my child."

"Have you ever thought about your future?" Viscount asked softly.

Lance suddenly looked up, and at this moment, what he saw in the eyes of the Viscount, who had always been majestic, was full of warmth.

Does Viscount Ryan, who has always been known for his iron blood and strictness, have this side?

Lance shook his head bitterly. Once Amman died, he lost the source of his spell learning. He could only continue to explore slowly on the wizarding path alone. Without the guidance of the teacher, his progress would undoubtedly become a little slow. According to Amman, many amazing wild wizards could only live a life without anyone to guide him.

His future? I'm afraid he can only become a wild wizard and explore the way forward on his own?

When Lance thought of this, he felt even heavier.

Who knew that Viscount pondered: "Actually, your teacher still pointed out a way for you before his death."

"According to Ola, he led the soldiers to attack the fish people's nest at that time. Amman and the blue-scale prophet had a duel between the caster. The damn fishman hit Amman with an ice cone, stabbed into the heart, and died directly; and Amman also finally passed away because of a spell of the fishman prophet, and he could not hold on."

Hearing this, Lance couldn't help but frown: "What spell?"

The viscount said calmly: "The light of weakness."

"Impossible!" Lance shook his head and said, "How could the weak light kill the teacher?"

Lance knew that the Light of Debilitation is a level 1 spell that can weaken a person's vitality and physical fitness, but it is impossible to kill him.

The Viscount smiled bitterly and said, "Of course the light of weakening cannot kill ordinary wizards, but Amman is different."

"Do you know? He is actually my childhood playmate, as old as me this year, both of whom are forty-seven years old."

Lance was shocked!

Is his teacher the same age as his father? But his appearance is clearly an old man in his sixties or seventies!

"Is it..." A possibility came to Lance's mind.

"He had almost burned all his vitality to attack the second-level wizard to condensate his magic pool. So when he became a second-level wizard, he didn't have much time." The Viscount smiled bitterly: "For a while, he tried to attack the more advanced third-level wizard, but he failed, so he left the wizard organization he originally was in and returned to our hometown."

"He had about three years left in his life. But that damn fishman..."

When he said this, the Viscount stopped talking. His fists were clenched, and the veins on it revealed his anger.

Lance understood. With the physique of an ordinary person, the light of hard resistance to weakness is at most aged a few years, but Amman had lived a life of less than a few years, so he was deprived of his life!

...

"After Amman was hit by the Light of Debilitation, he did not die immediately. He ordered Ola to do something. Ola also passed on all these things to me."

After a while, Viscount Ryan continued, "Now, I need you to make a choice."

"Do you still want to continue your wizarding path?"

"The road to a wizard is very difficult and hard. For example, your teacher paid his life as a price to become a second-level wizard!"

"And in the process of finding the truth, you will encounter many difficulties. Evil wizards and monsters with ulterior motives are commonplace. You may die, die in a foreign land. You may be exiled and will never return to your hometown."

"Do you still want to continue on this path?"

Viscount's sharp eyes looked at Lance steadily.

Lance was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "Of course."

Ryan's eyes immediately became extremely complicated, and he suddenly smiled: "I guess you will do this, too."

"I used to think you and your mother didn't look like each other at all. But recently, I found that you and her were carved out of the same mold."

Viscount sighed and brought something from the table beside him.

Lance looked closely and found that there were some scattered items.

"These are all left to you by your teacher before his death. He said, if you want to continue your wizarding path, then take these things." The Viscount explained: "He asked you to go to the River City, arrive at the Winterfell Harbor in the north by boat, and then to the Whispering Forest in the Winterfell Harbor in the north and find a man named Hicks."

"He will send you to the wizarding world."

Lance took the things and took a little attention. He found that there were twenty inferior magic stones with pure texture. This kind of magic stone is different from the one at the bottom of the Moonlight Tower. The magic power contained in it is very pure and can be absorbed and used without conversion. It is also a hard currency in the wizarding world. A notebook records the way of making magical items that Amman is good at; some scattered magic materials should be carried with him when Amman went out to sea. Finally, there was a light red letter with a rainbow-like rune printed on it.

"This is a recommendation letter from Rainbow Island." Viscount explained: "Amman learned from this wizard organization. With this recommendation letter, it should not be difficult for you to join Rainbow Island. Your teacher has already arranged everything for you before his death."

Rainbow Island?

Lance couldn't help but feel a little longing in his heart.

"Tomorrow I will send someone to Benliucheng to book a ticket for you. You can prepare it. I remember that a ship will head north to Winterfield Port in about half a month. Then you can leave." Viscount said suddenly.

Lance was stunned. Is he leaving now?

All this came too suddenly, and he was even caught off guard.

He looked up at the Viscount, showing a look of surprise.

The viscount looked at him quietly, and after a while, he slowly said, "Let's go. This territory is not where you should stay. You should go to a wider world."

"Sir, are you driving me away?" Lance asked bitterly.

Somehow, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Over the years, he had already felt a sense of belonging to this land.

Viscount shook his head and said, "We are people in the secular world. Once we become wizards, we will not have much intersection with mortals. Amman is an exception. Since you have chosen the path to wizards, you must be prepared to endure its loneliness and boredom."

"Your brother will be my heir, and you, many years later, people in this territory will not talk about you. Viscount Ryan's second son will not appear in people's memory. You are destined not to belong here."

Lance's heart became heavier and heavier, and the feeling of reluctance became clearer and stronger.

"However, Lance, you are my child." Viscount walked around the desk, opened his arms and hugged Lance.

"Boy, no matter where you go, whether you become a wizard or a noble god, you are my child."

He hugged Lance tightly.

"Good luck."

Lance's eyes were a little wet.

...

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!" A knock on the door sounded.

Viscount let go of Lance and said in a deep voice: "Come in."

The study door was opened and the tall Griffin walked in. What surprised Lance was that his brother was still wearing armor at this time.

"Sir, it's time for us to set off," Griffin smiled at Lance, then said to the Viscount.

Viscount nodded.

Lance asked inexplicably: "Set out? Where are you going?"

Griffin clued his armor and grinned, "Kill."

The Viscount added coldly: "Fishman."
Chapter completed!