Regarding Tuantivan, most people are actually unfamiliar with them.

It’s not that they don’t know the name Tuantevan, but that they don’t know where Tuantevan is.

After all, the era of Tuantivan has gone away with time.

The genius boy who once expanded territory for the Kingdom of Agrant and for the sake of Agrant I has now become a drooping old man who can only sit in a wheelchair.

Since the history chapter of the Kingdom of Agrant has turned a new page, this golden-level mage who had fought against three at the time has finally successfully trapped himself in the mage tower.

The griffin, who has rapidly expanded its territory, is finally tired, needs to rebuild, need to cultivate and rest, and can no longer eat more land.

From Agrant I, who was rushing on the front line with a long sword, to the noble family that was full of oil from the expansion of territory, or the nobles who rose like comets from that battle, were all satisfied.

Going further down, complaints and complaints about the war also erupted among the civilians who have been persecuted for a long time.

Even victory after victory cannot completely rush away their disgust for war.

People are always tired.

No matter how active the self-confidence of the country and the country is, it will be crushed again and again in the face of cruel reality.

The victory of the war ahead is just an empty and empty topic of conversation for the ignorant civilians, while the many taxes imposed due to the war are real and visible.

So, the original staff that was invincible could only lie in the cold mage tower, quietly growing layers of spider webs.

Tuantivan was neglected like this.

Of course, it is inevitable that he will be neglected.

After all, under his butter-cutting attack like a hot knife, it corresponds to the same terrifying war expenses.

Relevant scholars who once studied the founding of Agrant even jokingly claimed that the war funds of the entire kingdom were divided into two parts at that time, Tuantivan's and Postuantivan's.

And most of the time, Tuantivan's funding list will be as long as his results list.

They all look terrifying.

This tradition has continued until now, and even this founding father of the year had to travel around to repair the Mage Tower.

Andem subconsciously wanted to exert force and pushed Tuantiman away, but at this time Tuantiman raised his hand calmly and signaled to Andem.

"teacher……"

Even though it was just a gesture, Andem could understand the meaning - keep moving forward.

Tuantivan said peacefully: "The two boys from the Tower of Stars are still in front."

"But teacher, your current body..."

Andam was anxious and spoke without hesitation.

He could clearly feel the bursting aura of the cult ahead, and his rank had quietly jumped from the silver level to the golden level.

The burden on teachers is not particularly heavy when dealing with the silver level and level suppression.

But if there is a confrontation at the same level, according to the teacher's current state, I guess I am a little careless...

Andam couldn't imagine the worst.

Tuantivan has only one student like him.

In such a huge mage tower, only Tu Antiwan is the only one in the golden rank.

In fact, Andam couldn't imagine what the teacher would look like after he died.

The teacher is about to die, and Agrant III's attitude is like this...

Andam was also ready to take back the mage tower after the teacher died.

only……

Whenever I think of this, Andam grits his teeth without realizing it.

He didn't care about the so-called "Tuantivan student".

When others envy him as the teacher's only student and can inherit the Mage Tower in the future, he will always remember when he first became a teacher's student.

At that time, the teacher was still very energetic, at least he could sit in a wheelchair and watch him read one classic after another.

At that time, he was ignorant and was very young, and often soaked in the teacher's study with a box of energy potion.

That was his most worry-free time.

But when did it change?

Andam couldn't remember it.

It seems that I am learning, and before I know it, a few years are in a flash.

First, I accompanied the teacher out and met those so-called big shots.

Then we purchase various rare raw materials for the teacher and are responsible for handling the daily operation of the Mage Tower.

Later, before he knew it, he began to push the teacher's wheelchair.

Although as a golden-level extraordinary person, teachers do not need help from pushing wheelchairs.

but……

This is also a few things that Anderm can do for his teacher.

"Don't be distracted, Andem," Tuantivan said peacefully: "Don't be contaminated with the aura of cult."

The old man did not look back at Andem, but he could probably guess what Andem was thinking at this time.

"This is some kind of advent mark, the other party's eyes have already fallen here, Andham, you know, I can't retreat."

As a member of the Kingdom of Agrant, he could not be completely out of the matter.

At this critical juncture, Agrant III's attitude was originally very subtle, and he broke out in a dispute with the Sword of the Sky. If he stood by and watched...

Besides, hehe...

Back then, he led the kingdom's army to fight westward, and I don't know how many invisible cult families he killed.

At that time, the so-called Claken family was afraid that they would still be gnawing on a beach on the East Coast!

At this time, the black water was approaching.

It rushed in a vast and silent manner, trying to get Sartre and the other two into it.

It is less than a hundred steps away from Tuantivan.

At the speed of Heihe, it only took several breaths.

At this time, the old man still had the leisure to look at the east from afar.

That is the direction of the royal city.

He believed that at this moment, countless people were looking at this place.

Some are kind, some are malicious, some are...

Of course, all this has nothing to do with him.

He is just a half-in-the-earth old man.

While thinking self-deprecatingly, he casually drew a simple symbol on the blanket with his thin fingers.

"Need help?" A cold and ruthless voice quietly rang in his heart, "If you want to do it, you may have only less than a month of your life."

"Is one month enough? I don't need that long. After all, I've lived too long. It's meaningless to live a few more days and a few less days." Tuantivan paused, as if he had thought of something, and added, "I don't need it now, just help me take care of Anderm in the future."

"I can't be sure." Taling responded emotionlessly.

"If it fails, tell Andam and let him put the blame on me, anyway... I should have died at that time."

"As you wish." Ta Ling fell silent.

He didn't care about Tuantivan's life or death, he only cared about whether the plan could be successfully advanced.

"Tuantivan!"

Seeing that they had already run to the front, Tu Antivan and his students did not move.

Neither turned around and left, nor seemed to have the intention to take action.

Now, Horace didn't care about any hypocritical etiquette and directly called out Tu Antivan with a loud voice, and didn't even care about the title of "Master".

Andam frowned, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he stared at the fleeing Horace expressionlessly.

Of course, Tuantivan didn't care, just breathed lightly.

This faint airflow drives the surrounding air.

So, the wind blew.

Ink-colored clouds were stacked in the gray sky in an instant, and a few roars could be heard from it.

Exhale and breath turn into wind, and thoughts turn into thunder.
Chapter completed!