CHAPTER 376: 147 87 GOD’S GRACE COINS (PLEASE FAVORITE)_3

"The weapon that the Goddess used to kill the Supreme Will was crafted by humans?"

"Guardian," Yana frowned. "That’s just a story, who knows if it’s true or false. The Spear wielded by the Goddess couldn’t possibly be a human creation."

"Heh..." Carl chuckled lightly. "Perhaps!"

「Magic Forest.」

Carl and Inid met at the agreed-upon location and took a carriage toward the residential area on the outskirts of the market.

"I advised Wizard Burn not to be impulsive, but he insisted on leaving the market to venture out," Inid sighed from the carriage. "And now he’s ended up in this state."

"Indeed," Carl said with a sigh. "I’ve heard his condition is quite bad."

"Mm," Inid’s face filled with sadness. "Half of his head was crushed by a First Order Creature. He’s surviving solely on Potions and likely doesn’t have many days left."

She had known Wizard Burn for decades. Their relationship was far more than just good; they were extremely close friends. And now... her friend was on the brink of death, and she was powerless to help.

Wizard Burn’s residence was a moderately sized estate, its entrance already crowded with various carriages.

"Seniors," his grandson, Dupont, hurried over upon seeing them. "Senior Inid, Grandfather has been mentioning your name in his dreams, and Senior Carl’s as well."

"Burn..." Inid took a deep breath, suppressing the sorrow in her heart, her expression remaining calm. "Take us to see him."

"Yes." Dupont agreed and gestured them inside, simultaneously beckoning an estate servant and whispering instructions. It seemed he was making space for them.

"I’ve been away from my shop these past few days and haven’t received any news," Carl spoke up. "Have many people been coming to see Wizard Burn recently?"

"Quite a few," Dupont nodded, his face somber. "But there aren’t many true friends. Most are eyeing the... assets Grandfather will leave behind."

He had originally intended to say ’legacy,’ but realizing his grandfather wasn’t yet dead, he quickly changed his wording. "Of course! You two are definitely Grandfather’s friends, especially Senior Inid. Grandfather has mentioned you many times."

Inid shook her head. Her relationship with Wizard Burn needed no explanation. But this Dupont, despite his age, spoke with such immaturity, as if he understood nothing. Even if the visitors had ulterior motives, one should keep such thoughts to oneself. Why voice them to outsiders? By stressing her friendship with Burn, he was implying Carl’s presence was almost an afterthought. This person... still so tactless!

Burn lay on the soft bed, his withered white hair blending with the pristine white goose-down quilt. Half of his head was wrapped in white gauze, the other half of his face deeply lined with wrinkles. His cloudy eyes roamed their sockets, then paused abruptly when they fell upon Inid.

"Old friend..." His voice was hoarse, yet held a trace of a smile. "You’ve come."

"Yes." Inid closed her eyes, seemingly unable to bear his current state, and asked, "How do you feel?"

"My life force is waning, and my consciousness is growing dimmer," Burn struggled to shift his body. "But I’ve never felt so clear-headed."

"Dupont!" Inid snapped. "Quick, help your grandfather."

"Oh!" Dupont, who had been standing aside like a wooden doll, jolted to his senses and hastily helped Burn sit up.

Burn waved a hand. "It seems only when one is about to die can the heart truly find peace."

"..." Inid opened her mouth. "Is there really no way?"

"Unless a Third-tier Wizard helps me reshape my flesh, but even then, it would only buy a little more time," Burn chuckled, seeming to have accepted his fate. "I’m glad you could come see me again. Carl, you’re always so busy. Thankfully, you made it before I depart. I hope you won’t miss my funeral."

"Burn..." Carl sighed softly. "It’s alright."

"What else could possibly happen now?" Wizard Burn smiled, turning his head to look out the window. "The weather is nice today, and the scenery... is also good."

"Grandfather," Dupont said hurriedly. "Shall I wheel you outside for a bit?"

"Forget it." Wizard Burn waved his hand. "In my condition, I don’t know if I’d make it back from a trip out. Besides, there are still some family matters I haven’t settled."

"Inid, my old friend," Burn continued, "would you be interested in taking over this estate of mine?"

"You plan to sell the estate as well?" Inid frowned. "Aren’t you going to keep it?"

"The foundation of this estate was built with materials used for a Wizard Tower. For Dupont and the others, it would be a source of trouble," Burn shook his head. "Only a Wizard can properly manage it."

"The estate..." Inid hesitated for a moment, then said, "You know my situation; I don’t have many Magic Stones to spare."

"That’s alright," Burn said. "The price is negotiable. After I’m gone, Dupont and the others will need someone to look after them. I’ll have to trouble you with that."

"..." Gazing at the dying Burn, Inid’s eyes showed a flicker of struggle. Finally, she sighed in resignation. "Alright."

"Thank you." Burn looked relieved. After thanking her, he turned to Carl. "Carl, you’re a disciple of the Six Rings Tower and will return to the Kaliem Continent sooner or later. My belongings probably won’t be of use to you. But I wonder, are you still interested in my techniques for crafting Seals?"

"Heh..." Burn continued, "I once accidentally crafted a top-grade First Order Seal, comparable in power to a One-Circle Witchcraft cast by a late-stage Wizard. However, I’ve already used it this time. Otherwise, I might have considered selling it to you."

Something stirred in Carl’s heart.

"Burn," Inid suddenly asked before Carl could speak, "who did this to you? I know your temperament well. You’ve always been extremely careful and cautious. How did you end up in such a state?"