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In fact, most people are unfamiliar with Tuantivan.

It's not that they don't know the name Tu Antiwan, but that they don't know what is so strong about Tu Antiwan.

After all, Tuantivan's era has faded away with the passage of time.

The talented young man who once opened up territory for the Kingdom of Algrant and for Algrant I has now become an old man who can only sit in a wheelchair.

Since the history of the Kingdom of Algrant turned a new page, this gold-level mage who was one against three finally succeeded in trapping himself in the mage tower.

The griffin, which has been rapidly expanding its territory, is finally tired. It needs to regroup and recuperate. It can no longer occupy any more land.

From King Algrant I who was on the front line wielding a long sword, to the noble families who were full of oil from the expansion of the territory, or to the nobles big and small who rose like comets from that battle, they were all satisfied. .

Down below, complaints and complaints about the war also resounded among the civilians who had been persecuted by the war for a long time.

Even victory after victory could not completely wash away their hatred of war.

People get tired all the time.

No matter how vigorous the self-confidence of the country is, it will be crushed time and time again in the face of cruel reality.

Victory in the war ahead is just empty talk again and again to the ignorant civilians, but the many taxes imposed due to the war are actually visible and tangible.

Therefore, the original invincible staff could only lie in the cold mage tower, quietly growing layers of spider webs.

Tu Antivan was left out in the cold.

Of course, it was inevitable that he would be left out.

After all, his offensive, like a hot knife cutting through butter, corresponds to equally horrific war expenses.

Relevant scholars who have studied the founding history of Algrant even joked that the entire kingdom's war funds at that time were only divided into two parts, those intended for Antivan and those not intended for Antivan.

And most of the time, Tuantivan's budget list will be as long as his victory list.

They all look frightening.

This tradition has continued to this day, and even the founding father had to travel around for funds to repair the Mage Tower.

Andem subconsciously wanted to use his strength to push Tu Antiwan away, but at this time Tu Antiwan calmly raised his hand and gestured to Andem.

"teacher……"

Even though it was just a gesture, Andem understood the meaning - keep moving forward.

Tu Antivan said calmly: "The two boys from the Tower of Stars are still in front."

"But teacher, your current body..."

Andem was anxious and spoke without hesitation.

He could clearly feel the cult aura erupting in front of him, and his status had quietly jumped from the silver level to the gold level.

Dealing with the silver level and level suppression is not a particularly heavy burden for the teacher.

But if there is a confrontation between the same level, according to the teacher's current state, he may be a little careless...

Andem couldn't imagine the worst case scenario.

He was the only student in Tuantivan.

In such a large mage tower, there is only one gold-level mage, Tu Antiwan.

In fact, Andem couldn't imagine what it would be like after his teacher died.

The teacher is about to die, and Yagrant III’s attitude is so...

Andem was also prepared for the kingdom to take back the mage tower after the teacher died.

only……

Every time he thought about this, Andem gritted his teeth.

He didn't care about the name of this so-called "Student of Tuantivan".

While others envied him for being the teacher's only student and being able to inherit the mage tower in the future, he would always remember the time when he first became the teacher's student.

At that time, the teacher was still very energetic. At least he could sit in a wheelchair and watch him read one classic after another.

At that time, he was still very young and ignorant, and would often hang out in the teacher's study room with a box of energy potions.

That was his most carefree time.

But when did it change?

Andem couldn't remember.

It seems that I am learning and learning, and before I know it, a few years have passed by in a blink of an eye.

First, I went out with the teacher to meet the so-called big shots.

Then he purchases various rare raw materials for the teacher and is responsible for handling the daily operations of the mage tower.

Later, without realizing it, he started pushing the teacher's wheelchair.

Although as a gold-level transcendent, the teacher does not even need help from others to push a wheelchair.

but……

This is one of the few things Andem can do for teachers.

"Don't be distracted, Andem," Tuantivan said calmly, "Don't be contaminated by the atmosphere of the cult."

The old man did not look back at Andem, but he could probably guess what Andem was thinking at this time.

"This is some kind of advent mark. The opponent's eyes have already fallen here. Andem, you know, I can't retreat."

As a member of the Algrant Kingdom, he could not completely stay out of the situation.

At this critical juncture, the attitude of Yagrant III was originally very subtle, and a dispute broke out with the Hanging Sword. If he stood by and watched...

Besides, hehe...

Back then, he led the kingdom's army on an expedition westward and killed countless unsighted evil families.

At that time, the so-called Kraken family was probably still chewing sand on a beach on the east coast!

At this time, the black water was approaching.

The mighty and silent rush was trying to involve the three Sartres.

It was less than a hundred steps away from Tu Antiwan.

According to Heihe's speed, this was only a few breaths of time.

But at this time, the old man still had the leisure to look eastward from a distance.

That is the direction of the royal city.

He believed that at this moment, countless people were looking towards this place.

Some are kind, some are malicious, some are...

Of course, none of this has anything to do with him.

He is just an old man half buried in the earth.

He thought mockingly to himself as he nonchalantly drew a simple symbol on the blanket with his skinny fingers.

"Need help?" A cold and ruthless voice whispered in his heart, "If you take action, you may only have less than a month to live."

"One month... is enough. I don't need that long. After all, I have lived too long. There is no point in living a few more days or a few less days." Tu Antiwan paused, as if thinking of something. What? He added, "You don't need it now. Just help me take care of Andem in the future."

"I'm not sure." Talling responded emotionlessly.

"If it fails, tell Andem and let him put the responsibility on me. Anyway... I will die by then."

"As you wish." The tower spirit fell silent.

He didn't care about Tu Antivan's life or death, he only cared about whether the plan could be smoothly promoted.

"Tuantivan!"

Everyone who saw it had already rushed to the front, but Tu Antiwan and his students did not move.

He neither turned around to leave nor seemed to have the intention to do anything.

At this time, Horace didn't care about any hypocritical etiquette, and directly addressed Tu Antivan loudly, not even bothering to add the honorific title "Master".

Andem frowned, his eyes flashing with cold light, and he stared at Horace who was running away in embarrassment with an expressionless expression.

Of course, Tu Antiwan didn't care and just let out a breath.

This weak air current moves the surrounding air.

Then, the wind picked up.

Ink-colored clouds suddenly formed in the gray sky, and a few faint roars could be heard from them.

Breathing out becomes wind, thinking creates thunder.

He, Tu Antivan, the first mage in the Kingdom of Algrant, is old but not dead yet.