Chapter 123
A hunched figure stood in the laboratory.
He lifted his head to gaze at the ceiling, while beside him, an old man lay in an ice coffin. The old man’s face was pale, his eyes tightly shut.
The hunched figure slowly pulled back his hood, revealing a withered, greenish-purple face. His pupils were jet black, with deep flames seeming to burn within their depths.
“Why can I toy with the undead at will, yet still not extend your life?”
The wizard muttered to himself.
As he looked at the old man in the ice coffin, his mind wandered across the long stretch of years, back to his childhood hundreds of years ago.
His parents were a pair of first-level wizard apprentices. Finding it difficult to advance due to their limited aptitude, they had returned to their hometown to have him. Immersed in the world of wizards from a young age, he had developed an early interest in wizardry.
Though his own aptitude wasn’t remarkable, it was significantly better than his parents’. After mastering all the knowledge he could, he set out for the wizard academy entrance exams with their blessings.
That year, he was full of youthful vigor, waving goodbye to his parents and family.