Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 57 Parting of Master and Disciple
After quickly finishing his meal, Chen Mo said goodbye.

To be honest, although the food at Yunwuling was quite exquisite, Chen Mo thought it was not much different from the canteen at Harbin's "farmhouse restaurant".

In any case, compared to the delicacies of Dongxia, they are all inferior; what's the point of comparing them?

With two mercenaries escorting him, Chen Mo hurried back to the mage tower, intending to bring all the weapons and gold he could, and to get his hands on a few healing potions first, no matter what.

Just as Chen Mo was busy packing, Morton, the discipline instructor, knocked on his dormitory door.

"Roy, are you leaving?"

"Huh?" Chen Mo quickly shook his head: "No, no, I still have a lot to learn, there's an assessment at the end of the year, and then..."

"Roy!" Morton interrupted Chen Mo, his face showing a mixture of regret and pity. "You can go now!"

Chen Mo froze as he was packing Xiaobai's food.

"Teacher... what did I do wrong?"

Morton gently raised his hand, and the dormitory door was slowly closed by a breeze. The faint fluorescent light inside the room reflected the deep-set eyebrows of the middle-aged mage, which resembled mountains and rivers.

"No, Roy, you did very well. Of all the students I've taught, you may not be the most talented, but your diligence is unparalleled in my life!"

“I am proud that I once taught you. I even thought about introducing you to Teacher Hal and making you his student.”

"I believe that your future achievements will surpass mine, and even surpass Mr. Hal!"

After a brief pause, Morton sighed deeply: "But that was when you had no other choice. When I saw this invitation you received, I understood. Roy, you deserve a much brighter future. Your future shouldn't be here!"

Walking to Chen Mo's bedside, the middle-aged instructor slowly sat down and patted the edge of the bed: "You sit down too!"

Seeing Chen Mo sit down with a bewildered look on his face, Morton gently patted his back.

“Roy, here you have a problem you can never escape: your identity… is not clean!”

"Your enrollment procedures seriously violated federal law; they are... illegal!"

"This will become a stain on your record. One day in the future, when you become a being who shines brightly in all cities, this stain may become a reason for your enemies to attack you."

"This can't be happening, Roy!"

Morton became more and more excited as he spoke, his face slightly flushed under the light: "You have great talent, and with your hard work, you are destined to become a great figure and a nobleman in the kingdom. Therefore, you must act uprightly and not let these dark things ruin your bright future."

"Since you know some great nobles from other countries, you should go to them and cleanly and honestly join the Grand Mage Tower, or go to the Qiyue Magic Academy, and openly and legitimately advance your path!"

"Besides, my teacher is only at level four, so the future he can offer you is very limited!"

Morton spoke somewhat hastily, catching his breath a few times. He stared intently into Chen Mo's eyes, urging him on with unprecedented sincerity.

"I really hate to see you go, Roy, but you have to go!"

"The sooner the better!"

"Walk!!!"

Chen Mo felt a rush of blood to his head.

He looked at Morton's serious face.

Looking at the face of this ordinary middle-aged mage, whom his apprentices described as rigid, inflexible, dull, and boring... who had no hope of advancing in rank due to injury, had no wife or children, and seemed to be spending the rest of his life accumulating wealth bit by bit to build the mage tower for Master Hal, an indescribable warmth welled up in my heart.

He really wanted to say, "It's okay, I don't care, I'm going to stay here!"

But reason told him that Morton was right.

He was completely absorbed in learning magic and spiritual cultivation, while Instructor Morton clearly understood the rules of this world better than he did. As long as he was still known as "Roy," he would forever be a criminal in the Stream Moon Federation, and perhaps one day, Federation guards would suddenly appear at his door and coldly brandish shackles at him.

I believe that at some point, Captain Seger, Deputy Director Vincent, or even Roy, whom I replaced, or Cato, who is currently by my side, might all jump out and bite me.

I don't have a respectable identity in the Xiyue Federation!

Seeing that Roy seemed to have figured it out, Morton nodded with satisfaction: "I've been preparing ever since you left today."

"Go, go, go! Hurry up and leave. I'll report this to the federal government. A student named Roy suddenly stopped coming. That's the truth!"

"Remember this: I've never seen you before, and you've never seen me before!"

Morton's expression was a mixture of sadness and excitement. He took out two thick scrolls of paper from his robe and handed them to Chen Mo.

"You're destined for great things!"

“There are two notebooks here! One is my own magical insights over the years, and the other, I know you’ve always been obsessed with necromancers. There’s an instructor in the Asura Group who’s a professional necromancer, so I borrowed his notebook and copied it for you.”

"Take this with you. You might find it useful sometimes."

"By the way, when you leave, come to my little hut. I've prepared some cultivation materials for you; take them with you and use them slowly."

Morton slowly stepped out of the room, and Chen Mo watched the teacher leave, feeling a sense of desolation in the air.

But having made the decision, Chen Mo no longer hesitated and began dismantling the weather station, retrieving the monitoring probes, recalling the sample collectors, and retrieving the solar charging panels and charging piles...

There was a lot of stuff, so Chen Mo quickly organized it, keeping the important equipment and materials hidden inside Xiaobai's chest cavity, filling Xiaobai to the brim. The rest was perfect for Luke and John, who were waiting outside the door, to do the moving work.

Before leaving, Chen Mo went to Morton's pharmacy.

Because many medicines cannot be exposed to direct sunlight, the pharmacy is always dark and gloomy. The middle-aged monk sits alone in the dim light, his figure appearing somewhat hunched.

"They're here?" Morton forced a smile and laboriously dragged a large bag out from under the table. Judging from the appearance, he probably prepared hundreds of magical materials.

Chen Mo also placed a bag on the table.

"Forget it, you can keep it yourself. You'll need money for many things out there. I've already made a lot of money off you these days!"

Chen Mo chuckled: "Same as always, if you don't take money, I don't want anything!"

"Also, once you accept this money, Master Hal's magic tower, which you've been longing for, should be secured."

Morton, the instructor, widened his eyes, rushed forward, and opened the bag. The gleaming gold coins caught his eye.

"Are you crazy?!"

Chen Mo smiled and waved his hand: "Don't worry, mentor, money is not a problem for me!"

"What you've done for me is far more than this price. It's too vulgar to measure it with money, but I am just a vulgar person, so what can I do?"

The two, who had only been master and apprentice for a short time, exchanged a few more words of advice and then said their goodbyes.

Before seeing Chen Mo out the door, Morton called out to him one last time.

"By the way, Roy, you probably won't be using this name anymore, right? Can you tell me your real name? Otherwise, if a dazzling superstar rises on the continent in the future, I won't even know it's you!"

"Yes, my name is Chen Mo!"

"Chen Mo... Alright, then goodbye, Chen Mo!"

Goodbye, teacher!

(End of this chapter)