n

n

n

n

n

nTranslator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL

nIn the palace.

n

n

nThe old king sat on the throne, while Prince Ling sat at the side.

n

n

n

n

nDuring normal court meetings, even if he was present, the king would not speak. Prince Ling was always the one presiding over the proceedings.

n

n

n“How’s the investigation going?” the king asked Judge Sisal.

n

n

n“Your Majesty, Please forgive my incompetence. So far, we haven’t found much valuable information. According to our reconstruction of the scene, the person who made the move must be a pseudo-ultimate mage. There were a total of twelve people who left traces. We suspect they are all pseudo-ultimate mages, but they have nothing to do with the immortals,” Sisal quickly replied.

n

n

n“What?”

n

n

n

n

nThe king’s face was filled with shock.

n

n

nThe others present were also shocked.

n

n

n“Twelve pseudo-ultimate mages?”

n

n

n“Where did they come from?”

n

n

n

n

nAll the pseudo-ultimate mages in the temple had been eliminated by that mysterious mage.

n

n

nAs for the other four supreme mages, the kingdom had already sent people to keep an eye on them to prevent similar incidents from happening again.

n

n

nThen where did these twelve suspected pseudo-ultimate mages come from?

n

n

nCould they have come from outside of middle-earth?

n

n

nIt was very possible.

n

n

nAfter all, middle-earth was not completely closed off and had connections with the outside world, especially the Western countries and the elves.

n

n

n

n

n“No matter what, we have to find these twelve people. They dared to kill the mages of our Faroe Kingdom. They must be enemies and not friends!” the king said in a deep voice.

n

n

nThese terrifying and powerful mages hidden in the dark posed a great threat to the Faroe Kingdom.

n

n

n…

n

n

nIn the blink of an eye, a year had passed and it was the twenty-fifth year of the king’s reign.

n

n

nThe king’s body deteriorated rapidly and he could no longer get out of bed.

n

n

nHowever, the Faroe Kingdom was now stable. Prince Ling had gradually nurtured his subordinates and displayed extremely high political talent

n

n

nDuring this year, Wei didn’t go out. Every day, she would either accompany Lei Luo in the library to practice magic or accompany the king.

n

n

nOn this day, Lei Luo sat on a chair and read a book.

n

n

n

n

nThe weather was a little gloomy.

n

n

nAilo sat quietly on the ground and trained. He had successfully broken through to become an elemental mage.

n

n

nHis training speed was not as fast as Wei’s, but it was fast enough. The reason for Wei’s rapid progress was that Lei Luo had given her a lot of training resources. Moreover, Wei had the support of the royal family to nurture her. She did not lack magic potions at all.

n

n

nOn the other hand, Lei Luo’s magic potions had very little effect on Ailo. Even if Lei Luo wanted to nurture him, he could only do so at this speed.

n

n

nHowever, it was good to be a little slower. This way, he could stabilize his foundation.

n

n

nCompared to the others, Ailo was just a paper figurine. His foundation was very important.

n

n

nIt was fine to be slower. After all, cultivating in the library did not waste time.

n

n

n“Sigh, the king of Faroe is finally coming to an end.”

n

n

nLei Luo put down the book in his hand, looked up in the direction of the palace, and sighed.

n

n

nHe got up and walked into the library, tidied up his clothes, and then returned to the door.

n

n

nAt this time, an old mage in a red robe rushed over. “Lei Luo, His Majesty wants to see you. Come with me quickly.”

n

n

nLei Luo did not say anything and followed the old mage toward the direction of the palace.

n

n

nAt this moment, the old mage realized that the seemingly ordinary Lei Luo was actually a hidden magic expert.

n

n

n

n

nIn fact, he was even more powerful than him.

n

n

nAlthough he did not know why Lei Luo would rather be a student sweeping the floor and cooped up in a place like the library for the rest of his life.

n

n

nAfter arriving at the palace, there were people everywhere. Other than the mage maids and healing mages, there were people from the royal family and ministers. It was obvious that the king was about to die. He had summoned people in advance to give his final instructions.

n

n

nLei Luo did not wait and went straight in.

n

n

nMany people present were extremely curious because they had never seen him before.

n

n

nHow could a gray-robed mage of the lowest level have the right to enter on such an occasion?

n

n

nTo be able to receive King Farrow for the last time, it was either the person closest to him or the most important minister.

n

n

nEntering the inner hall, Lei Luo saw Princess Wei, who had been wiping away her tears, the pale Prince Ling, and the queen, whose face was filled with grief… The moment Lei Luo entered, they all looked over.

n

n

n“Senior, my father…”

n

n

nPrincess Wei walked up, her tears rolling down like pearls.

n

n

n“Senior Lei Luo.”

n

n

nPrince Ling also nodded slightly at Lei Luo.

n

n

nOver the years, because he had had to learn how to handle government affairs, Prince Ling had not been to the library much. Despite this, he still showed respect to Lei Luo, this Senior.

n

n

n“Greetings to the Queen, His Highness the Prince, Her Highness the Princess.”

n

n

nLei Luo bowed slightly.

n

n

n“His Majesty wants to see you. Hurry up and go in,” the Queen said softly.

n

n

nLei Luo nodded and then walked into the inner room. There was no one inside.

n

n

nAfter all, they were all receiving each other. The king would definitely say some heartfelt words, and he did not want others to hear them.

n

n

nOn the bed, the king lay quietly. His eyes were closed, and his hair was snow white. He looked extremely old, like a candle that was about to go out, and could die at any time.

n

n

n“Your Majesty.”

n

n

nLei Luo came to the side of the bed and called out softly.

n

n

n“Lei Luo, you’re here.”

n

n

nThe king opened his eyes and turned his head slightly. His turbid eyes looked at Lei Luo as if he was reading something.

n

n

nLei Luo did not speak. He looked at the king.

n

n

n“Help me dispel the poison, extend my life, save the Faroe Kingdom, save my daughter, and destroy the temple… It should be you, Lei Luo.”

n

n

nAfter a long while, the king’s weak voice sounded again.

n

n

nLei Luo did not speak.

n

n

n“Lei Luo, you don’t have to speak, nor do you have to deny or admit. It’s fine as long as I know what I’m doing.”

n

n

nThe king continued, “Years ago, my father had the assistance of the great mage Moseley. During his forty-three years on the throne, the Faroe Kingdom was stable and the people were happy. During my twenty-five years on the throne, although there were many twists and turns, I still managed to make it through. All of this was because of you. I, Faroe, have been lucky.”

n

n

nHe took a deep breath, and his voice became even softer, “I can’t do it anymore. I can only leave the rest of the road to Ling. His personality looks like mine, but I know that he is too arrogant. With me suppressing him, perhaps he won’t take the wrong path, but if I leave, he will be a runaway horse. No one can predict what kind of situation he will bring to the Faroe Kingdom.

n

n

n“Great mage Lei Luo, I have one last request. If he goes in the wrong direction, please help me pull him.”

n

n

nThe king opened his mouth as if he wanted to breathe in fresh air. His weak voice became even more urgent.

n

n

n“This, this is the first and only last decree I will give you.”

n

n

nHis bony hand grabbed a bright yellow scroll and lifted it up.

n

n

nHe widened his eyes as if he wanted to see Lei Luo clearly, with a hint of endless anticipation.

n

n

nAs expected, the king had really seen through it, but he had never said.

n

n

n“Your Majesty, I accept the decree.”

n

n

nLei Luo looked deeply at the king and sighed in his heart. Then, he took out the scroll.

n

n

nThe king’s old face finally revealed a smile. Then, his hand fell down weakly.

n

n

nWith a faint smile on his face, he died…

n