Sickly lady in wheelchair, but God

Is it a dead end?

No.

Didn't he already know about this?

He came here, risking his own life to kill Isis who had completely gone astray!

Yakir stood still, and at this moment, he placed his final bet on the scale.

He no longer sought to live, but instead poured all of his life force into the tree, hoping to grind Isis's body into pieces before she killed him, and then control the branches to pierce through Isis's undead fire.

This is a race with death.

This is a trick that can only be used once in a lifetime.

This was his final blow to carry out his beliefs.

There was no roaring, no taunting, no scolding, the sound of the wind was enough to make everything clear.

Isis's expression changed: "You will definitely die if you do this!"

Supported by the magic wand, Yakir still stood upright. He did not age due to the rapid passage of life. Instead, his face became rosy.

The wrinkled skin was smoothed out again, the spots and lines on the skin disappeared, replaced by the tender skin unique to teenagers, and the turbidity under the eyes also disappeared, leaving only the clarity like a mirror.

Even a dead tree will have its spring bloom?

Yakir just stood there quietly. At this moment, the one standing here was not the eighty-year-old him, but the one who left his hometown, Winster area, and headed for Vistapa City.

This year seems to be not 401, but 332.

——"Will you follow me to the city of Vestapa?"

——"Teacher, my parents..."

——"Teacher, I understand. Take good care of your parents and don't let them down. I hope we can meet again in the future."

——"Teacher, teacher, I have figured it out. I want to learn the knowledge you teach me. No matter where you go, I will follow you!"

——"What about your parents?"

——“They all support my idea.”

It’s such a nostalgic past, but nothing can go back.

Yakir stared at Isis and said, "If you are still alive, bury you in Winster. With your strength, this should be easy to do. Just think of this as a request from me when I was a teenager."

Isis stopped and did not move forward. The fluctuation in her eyes revealed her complicated mood.

She said: "If you admit defeat now, I can spare your life."

This statement did not receive a response from Yakir.

He won't give in, absolutely not!

Isis continued, "Do you hate me so much that you would kill me, even if it means both of us dying together?"

Yakir said: "This is not hatred."

Yeah, it's not hate.

"Are you really not afraid of death?"

fear death?

What we fear is never death, but the fact that there are still many things we have not done when death comes.

Now, he is pursuing his wish with death, so how can he be afraid?

Isis didn't believe it.

When people die, there is nothing left. What’s the use of memories? Memories will only bring irreversible pain!

Isis stared at Yakir and said, "You still have time to regret now!"

She also wanted to gamble, betting that Yakir would stop at the last minute. In this way, she would pretend that what happened in the past few days had never happened, and she and Yakir would still be good classmates.

Yakir stood straight.

Isis stared straight ahead.

She watched as Yakir's body quickly aged, from a teenager to a young adult, from a young adult to a middle-aged man, and it did not stop after sliding into old age.

How could he stop it? He was constantly wasting his life force.

But no matter how things changed, Yakir's eyes never changed at all. Even though his body was shaking constantly, he still held the magic wand tightly.

He won't fall, and he can't fall.

If one day he falls down, that will be the time when his body decays.

One second, two seconds... When the thirty-seventh second came, the body of Isis that was tied up by the branches was finally freed. The branches surged wildly and gathered together, like the sharpest javelin, piercing straight at Isis from behind.

Whoosh!

Isis dodged to the left and successfully avoided the branch javelin. After passing by her, the branch javelin mercilessly pierced through the body of Yakir in front of her.

It's over. The battle is over.

In fact, Yakir's life had already come to an end before the javelin was shot.

He couldn't feel any pain, and likewise, he had no way of knowing whether he had won the gamble.

Did he win?

Isis froze in place.

After his body was pierced, Yakir stood straighter.

But...is it all worth it?

Isis was suddenly at a loss.

She felt that it was not only Yakir who died, but also her cherished past, her teacher, Yakir... many, many people she would never see again.

"Haha...hahahaha..."

It's almost time.

Tong Yao, who had been watching for a long time, finally intervened. She first protected Yakir's soul, and then led the students of Greenville Academy who were looking for Yakir to the open space inadvertently.

After hearing the students' voices, Isis quickly hid.

She didn't dare make any sound, she was afraid that people would know that she was the one who killed Yakir.

She could only hide in the dark and watch the students crying loudly, and watch the students take Yakir's body away.

Then she hurriedly chased after him.

She also remembered that Yakir asked her to bury his body in Winster.

However, now she only dared to follow from a distance and did not dare to do anything unnecessary.

From Kundelburg to Greenville College in Vestapa, Isis went through a long journey and walked through the many years she had lost.

At Greenville Academy, she walked around in a daze, but thanks to the secret guidance of nursery rhymes, she was always able to go to the right place at the right time.

Under the big monument.

The current president of the college read the eulogy in front of the students.

"In the autumn of forty-three years ago, I came to Greenville College for the first time. At that time, Dean Yakir stood where I am now and said to all of us, 'Children, I hope that you can not only learn the most cutting-edge knowledge here, but also find your true self here.'"

What is the real self?

Next to the teaching building.

Several students gathered together to discuss.

"I used to think Dean Yakir was very dignified and difficult to approach, until one day he took the initiative to talk to me and I realized that he was actually a humorous person."

"I heard that during the most difficult period of the academy, Dean Yakir was often so busy that he didn't sleep for several days in a row, just to get even a faro copper coin of sponsorship. It was thanks to his running around that the academy finally survived."

"It's not easy for Dean Yakir. He has to flatter those who are unhappy with the college, solicit sponsorship, and teach students in person."

Great Hall.

Countless people came to lay flowers in front of the coffin containing Yakir's body.

The white flowers formed a pure and flawless ocean, in the middle of which floated Yakir, who was still practicing his philosophy of life until the end of his life.

Isis blended into the crowd and placed a white flower at the outermost edge.

Two days later, she returned to the world of the dead through a magic circle.

There she met Farodius, who invited her to help him create a new order for the chaotic undead.

Isis shook her head and refused.

She was tired of everything related to the undead, and she came back here just to see what she had been looking forward to for a long time.

In fact, there is nothing special about it. So what if she becomes the king of the dead world? If she resurrects her teacher with this identity, I'm afraid the teacher won't be happy when he knows what she has done.

After staying in the world of the dead for a while, Isis chose to leave on her own initiative.

In the end, everything changed. Even in her regret and emotion, she could not agree with what Yakir had done, so she did not return to Greenville College, but quietly went to contact the monastery founded by Ingrid.

The Priory is an organization that studies various mystical knowledge. Perhaps this is the true home for her, a radical person who once wandered in taboos.

It is not that only by transforming into the king of the dead world can the teacher be resurrected. She wants to find a new way here.

One day, she will use a method different from that of the necromancer to resurrect Yakir as well, in order to resolve the unnecessary conflict between her and Yakir.

After nightfall.

In the dim light, Isis flipped through the slate book.

Suddenly, a person appeared at the edge of her sight. It was a very familiar person.

She stood up suddenly: "Teacher, is that you, teacher?"

Tong Yao looked at Isis silently as she kept looking around.

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Tong Yao did not respond to Isis's words, she just stood there quietly, but she did not deliberately disappear suddenly when Isis looked up.

The punishment that should have been given to Isis had already been given when Yakir "died". There was no need to continue putting pressure on Isis. What if the child was under so much pressure that she had a mental breakdown?

The right thing to do is to give a little punishment and then give a candy.

In the dimly lit room, the two just stared at each other.

Isis was extremely calm at this moment. She did not cry but threw herself directly into Tong Yao's arms.

After experiencing the death of Yakir, she has accepted death to a greater extent than before.

There is no doubt that the teacher had passed away decades ago, and what appeared before her now was either an illusion or the teacher's soul.

No matter which one it was, it was not something she could get involved in deeply. After all, she had already drawn a clear line between herself and the necromancer.

If that’s the case, what’s the point in rushing over? It will only add to your troubles. It’s better to just watch.

correct.

After staring at Tong Yao for a long time, Isis suddenly stood up. She walked a few steps to Tong Yao with a nervous look on her face.

"Teacher, you haven't checked my learning progress for a long time. I will report to you now."

After saying that, she went back to the table, took out a clean slate, and started writing and drawing on it with a hard pen dipped in water.

Isis's behavior was somewhat unexpected by Tong Yao, but she quickly accepted this setting.

Watching Isis nervously writing down her learning results on the slate, and watching Isis making up her own questions to prove that she was not lying, she seemed to have returned to the days when she, Isis, and Yakir were in the Dur Fortress.

Same teacher, same students.

Same assessment, same report.

Many things have changed, yet many things seem to have never changed.

——"Isis, what do you want to be when you grow up?"

——"Continue to learn from the teacher!"

——"The knowledge I have is limited. One day you will surpass me. What will happen then?"