I am a mage, with an infinite mana bar!

Chapter 227 Farewell

Lynn's heart sank. Without asking any further questions, he immediately opened a portal and said to Rumi, "Leave here first and report the situation to the Magic Association of Luoan City. This matter is no longer something you can handle."

With that, he tossed him into the portal, which led to the vicinity of the Luo'an City Magic Association on the other side.

Then, he immediately set off back to the Golden Tower to search for the old man, Aldorf.

As he passed by a certain spot, he subconsciously glanced down at it.

He was very familiar with that place; it was the Iris Inn where he had lived for a month.

The Iris Hotel stays open very late, and its lights are still on at this time.

But the gate had been completely destroyed.

Lynn saw a figure standing blankly at the doorway.

Her waiter's uniform was mostly torn, and a tattered wing had sprouted from her back. Crimson hues flowed across her fair skin, disfiguring her beautiful face.

That was Ella, the waitress Lynn often dealt with, who would carefully ask him how he felt after each meal.

At this moment, she was chewing on a human arm.

Lynn quickly looked away and returned to the Golden Tower on Lucky Street.

Although the golden tower had been occupied by Adonis's lambs, nature's guardians instinctively retreated, clearing a path for Lynn.

Lynn pushed open the door and walked into the first floor of the Golden Tower, which was the lobby of the Magic Association.

He searched with both his eyes and his intuition, and soon spotted a figure in front of the black gate of the anti-magic prison.

That was also where the black mist was densest, with countless pupils peering in the shadows. Lynn ordered the nature guardian's greatsword to clear a path, easily swatting away the evil spirits.

"Mr. Aldorf."

Wearing a sky-blue robe, Aldorf, with his white hair and beard, lay back against the wall.

Half of his body had already disintegrated, and it was only a matter of time before he completely disappeared.

The old man raised his head, still tightly gripping the black staff in his hand, but he had no strength left to cast any spells.

He moved his lips, his voice like a broken bellows: "Lynn, you shouldn't have come here. It's dangerous here."

But he immediately saw the nature guards beside Lynn and the retreating evil spirits.

The magical energy emanating from Lynn's body was also completely different from before, clearly indicating that he had crossed a new threshold.

A gratified smile appeared on his aged face, as if he were seeing his students grow up.

Lynn squatted down beside the old man, scrutinizing him with a grave expression. "Mr. Aldorf," he said, "what should I do?"

He had never seen such injuries before; it was as if his entire body was gradually disintegrating.

The old man's chest had three holes, as if pierced by a huge weapon, but nothing came out.

However, he could clearly sense that the old man's spirit was becoming increasingly weak, a condition that even medicine could not save.

"No need—my soul has already reached its end, so leaving like this is nothing."

He looked at Lynn, even the light in his eyes dimmed, "However, I still have some regrets that haven't been resolved."

Seeing Lynn looking at him intently, he continued, "Lynn, do you remember the magic lock I told you about?" It's absurd that intelligent beings cannot freely use magic.

"In my view, it is not only a shackle of magic, but also a shackle of civilization."

"From the records passed down from the Black Tower, we can glimpse the incredibly glorious civilization that the Elf Kingdom had ten thousand years ago. At that time, they had already explored the roots of magic, and some of them had even reached the ultimate perfection, the realm of tenth-circle grand magic."

"But so much time has passed, have we really made progress?"

The old man said with great sorrow, "Lynn, do you know how many spellcasters have spent their entire lives trying to find the answer: what is it that has trapped us?"

He then shook his head with a self-deprecating laugh, "Unfortunately, I'll never find the answer, but Lynn, I hope you can find the answer to this question for me."

He sighed, and a look of relief appeared on his face.

"My life has come to an end. Aldorf will die today. Throughout my life, I have knocked on that wall countless times, trying to gain true knowledge."

"Well then, at the end of my life, I have one more question."

He looked at Lynn seriously: "Lynn, what exactly are you carrying? How did you tear open that crack? Child, tell me, what do you see beyond this world?"

He had also asked Lynn this question before, and he had glimpsed in Lynn the shadow of something that did not exist in this world, but because he was afraid of his own demise, he did not explore it further.

But now, he can finally face this problem head-on.

Lynn opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

He longed to tell Aldolf about the world he knew, a world completely different from the one before him.

But a voice inside him was frantically preventing him from speaking.

As for the reason, Lynn could see it clearly: the old man Aldorf's eyes, which shone with a deep, divine light, concealed a mysterious probing, making him sense the danger.

He guessed that it was because Aldorf, as a fragment of the spirit, was on his deathbed and was gradually returning to the main body, and the consciousness of that great mage was also mixed into his mind.

If he were to reveal the truth now, the other party would undoubtedly discover it, leading to his utter destruction.

"I'm sorry—" He felt guilty for not being able to fulfill the old man's long-cherished wish.

The old man's illusory hand grasped his, without any warmth, but the old man's kind expression was incredibly heartwarming.

"Child, don't mind, you're right—I'm leaving now, please take good care of yourself."

The old man also noticed his own abnormality. He sat up, closed his eyes, and used the last bit of his spirituality to tear his mind apart, stripping away the knowledge about Lynn that he had memorized.

This was the last thing he could do for Lynn, to prevent the archmage who created him from learning of Lynn's existence before the boy grew up.

Then, his body completely vanished before Lynn's eyes.

With a clatter, the black staff fell to the ground and was picked up by Lynn.

Lynn stroked the pitted and worn-out wood, which seemed to still retain a trace of spirituality and knowledge.

After digesting the remaining knowledge, he understood the fact that Aldorf was a creation of the soul.

This means that he has completely perished and no longer exists.

But at the same time, Lynn gained a deeper understanding of the nature of the soul.

"Mr. Adolf, you were a true seeker of knowledge. You dedicated your precious life to the truth you pursued. May your ideals be illuminated by the Brown Star, and may you rest in peace."

He silently completed his eulogy for the old man in his heart.

Then, he looked at the dark doors of the anti-magic prison. The doors had been destroyed, and evil spirits were pouring out from the ground, eager to find the bodies they had longed for.

Lynn closed his eyes, and a plan began to form in his mind because of the knowledge he had just gained.

After a long silence, he finally made up his mind.

"Ariola," he looked up into the void, his voice devoid of any emotion, "I know you can hear me, you must help me—"