Saine had no idea what exactly the lofty Formal Black Wizards of the City of Mozhsuobula had discussed.
When he saw his mentor again, it was already the night before their departure.
Mentor Moxidu's face was filled with unhidden exhaustion.
The heavy dark circles beneath his eyes showed that Moxidu had not had a proper rest in a very long time.
Senior Brother Zorro was in somewhat better condition, but the worry between his brows showed that this journey posed no small danger to him as well.
"The academy has assigned me far too many tasks lately, leaving me able to spare only some time to make a few life-saving items for you."
"Fortunately, in return, whether it is your Senior Brother or you two little ones, if there is truly anything that requires you to step in, they likely will not assign anything overly dangerous out of consideration for me," Moxidu said with a sigh.
Mentor Moxidu's words indeed brought a trace of joy to Saine and Fei'er's faces.
Even Senior Brother Zorro's expression improved considerably. However, as a Quasi-Magician among the first group to enter the Time-Space Rift for exploration, Senior Brother would still face somewhat greater danger than Saine and the others.
In truth, Moxidu's extensive planning and arrangements for his disciples appeared entirely pointless to other Black Magicians.
The Black Magician community did indeed value the Inheritance of Knowledge and the characteristics of one's school, much like the other magicians of the Wizard World.
But Black Magicians were Black Magicians after all. What they valued most was themselves.
Many Formal Black Wizards merely regarded their disciples as somewhat useful experimental assistants, or even as menial servants whose status was only slightly higher than slaves.
A magician like Moxidu, who considered so much for his apprentices, was