Mage? Spell Engineer!.

Chapter 443 The Great Master's Ideal
Richard was "invited" into the secret room and met the haggard chief wizard.

The secret room had changed drastically at this time. The original mechanisms and facilities had all been dismantled, leaving only the materials that the Necromancer was good at using. It was also the ritual site built with the most abundant materials on the battlefield.

The magic power gathered, and was guided by blood and bones, gathering and transforming into filthy energy. Around the chief wizard, there were several dead bodies of the original spellcasters busy maintaining a large spell that had been set up for a long time.

The relatively small and enclosed space and various biological tissues did not produce any strange smell at the turn of spring and summer, which showed that the chief wizard of the army was a person who paid great attention to details. Richard even smelled the same faint citrus scent as in the office of the great wizard.

"I think highly of you, Richard. When your father asked me to teach you, my first thought was to refuse, but it turns out that you are a good student.

"It's a pity that you didn't listen to your teacher this time. If it were usual, you would be right to be cautious. It was my carelessness that made me fail to control my servant and I answered casually, which led to your temptation. Casualness always brings disastrous consequences."

The "servants" of the necromancer are rarely living people. Richard's face turned ugly: "Mr. Schmidt"

"He is just like you, with too many concerns and accidentally entered the secret room." The chief pulled himself out of the ceremony and walked to Richard step by step: "But you are different from him. You are my student, a disciple I value. So I am willing to tell you what I am doing, and I hope you can distinguish what is important and what is not.
"What do you think of the empire under the rule of His Majesty the Emperor?"

Huh? I didn't expect the teacher to ask such a question, which made Richard choke on the words he wanted to ask.

Without waiting for the other party to answer, the chief continued to speak: "Your Majesty is the greatest and most wise monarch in the history of the continent. His mind is broad enough and he is not bound by worldly prejudices. His vision is far-sighted enough to guide the direction of the empire."

The great wizard flattered Richard from a distance. No, it was rare for Richard to see his teacher speak so affectionately. He was sincerely praising the monarch he recognized.

He stretched out two skinny fingers and shook them. "However, the empire has many shortcomings and many misfortunes. Now it can be attributed to two points: Your Majesty's life is coming to an end. After all, he is a fragile mortal with a short life span; Your Majesty is surrounded by insects, especially when the lion is old, these insects begin to deceive him, deceive him and humiliate him."

The chief of the army even had a sad look in his cloudy eyes: "Even His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is like this. He is not qualified to lead an empire, and is not qualified to meet any needs of the empire for a monarch. It is not difficult to see from the appointment of the new marshal."

In the Chief's conception, he needed an ideal country that would allow him to maximize his talents and not be bound by the prejudices of the world. His Majesty the Emperor did it, but only temporarily.

When the Grand Necromancer was entrusted with the important task, he promised the Emperor that he would make the Empire eternal and perfect. To him, His Majesty the Emperor was the perfect monarch.

The only imperfection is his Majesty's short life. Until recently, he has been on his sickbed and can no longer run the empire as he used to, driving this fast-moving chariot.

The chief wizard of the army witnessed how his monarch and close friend were tortured by illness. Any great creature would be so miserable when dying! The great wizard spoke and made up a lie, a false plan, but His Majesty still trusted him and let him complete the temporary transfer of the imperial army.

The Grand Master wanted to give the Emperor an endless lifespan. He firmly believed that as long as His Majesty had enough time, he would be able to conquer the world and become the common ruler of all intelligent life. Such a powerful ruler also needed someone who would assist him wholeheartedly and always be by his side. The chief would become the prime minister and become the second-in-command for eternity.

There must always be someone behind the scenes to support and accompany the Emperor, and that person can only be himself. Even if it means losing his name and human body, and bearing the greatest sin, he is willing to do so.

Then, the empire, that is, the world, will truly achieve absolute stability and complete prosperity.

Is this considered "ambition"? The chief felt that such ambition was too modest and could only be called an ideal. He had found the leader of his ideal country, whose last weakness as a mortal would be made up by the great wizard most trusted by His Majesty. All it took was a super-class magic, [Islem Longevity Spell]. Every time a recipient's life was taken away, the caster's life would be extended by one year.

The Chief discovered this ancient spell, and studied and improved it in depth, not only successfully expanding the "picking" range, but also changing the restriction that only the caster can increase lifespan to one that can grant longevity to the emperor.

"The people are stupid and timid. In the future, I will assist the emperor behind the scenes and will not need to pay attention to my appearance. For a necromancer, it is easy to gain immortality as long as he gives up the shackles of humanity. But His Majesty cannot do that. He must first maintain his human identity and appearance in order to make everyone submit willingly."

"Immortal human?" Richard had never heard of such a thing. If the empire had an immortal monarch...
Even though the emperor had been wise so far, Richard shuddered deeply: "Nothing is eternal, and there should be no permanent empire."

"Why? Should wars that cause more casualties exist now? Should intelligent life continue to fight over false concepts forever? There are too many stupid people. Only a wise ruler with endless life span can put an end to all this."

"That is the end of history." Richard said, and then he exhaled dragon breath again and rushed straight to the core of the ceremony.

"I'm very disappointed in you! Richard! I've given you so many chances, but now you want to destroy my ideals as a teacher. You don't understand. You don't know how much I've paid. You can't comprehend the grand future I envision!"

The necromancer roared and used the breath of death to neutralize the hot breath and protect the ceremony. Now is the most critical moment, and there can be no more mistakes.

He stretched out his skinny hand and grabbed Richard's throat: "My student, you gave up your life yourself. You will gain immortality in another form and witness the great deeds of me and His Majesty."

Domination and death spread from the wizard's tattoo to Richard, and just when it was about to take effect, Richard's figure became illusory.

"Thank you, teacher. At least you really wanted to let me go at the beginning." He activated the first crystal, and the [Gaseous Form] inside took effect, allowing him to temporarily escape from control.

"Of course, of course I have always been sincere to you, just like I treat my Majesty. It's a pity that you have let me down."

The Grand Master was worried about the ritual, but he was confident that he could easily defeat his student. "Schmidt" raised his hand and released a force field, knocking Richard back to his original form.

Immediately afterwards, a huge amount of death energy surged in, trying to swallow Richard.

The blue barrier lit up, and it perfectly blocked the breath of death controlled by the archmage.

Behind Richard were brothers Pascal and Paul, who sensed something was wrong and discovered the secret passage. They actually dealt with the two spellcaster corpses.

They used to be enemies, but now they are his saviors. But the only thing Richard can say in return is: "Go away."

"Then I'll leave?" Pascal saw the horrifying bloody ritual scene, and then saw the ferocious scarred man and the tattooed bald man. It was obvious at first glance that they were not good people.

(End of this chapter)