The Complexity in His Eyes

"Fortunately, before I left, I entrusted your senior brothers and sisters to Lady Qiongni for the time being due to my injuries."

"Otherwise, they might also fall victim to that poisonous woman's ruthless actions!" Moxidu somber voice.

Although Moxidu's injuries were severe, and due to the poison affecting his body, Saine noticed that the other man had dark circles under his eyes.

But as he spoke, Moxidu ' hatred and resentment towards the first-class Black Magician, Di'ersi, were so intense.

This was anger born of betrayal; ironically, Moxidu had even crafted a Magic Conductor specifically for Di'ersi beforehand.

The other party clearly did not appreciate Moxidu's favor. Instead, after failing to explore the Yellow Sand World, they turned their greedy gaze to Moxidu, the wealthy Formal Black Wizard.

"Mentor, are there no other Black Magician traveling with you?"

"Didn't they do anything about it?" Saine couldn't help but ask.

Moxidu a little surprised that Saine would ask this question, but he still shook his head and replied, "That secret passage has many branches, and after entering it, most of us Black Magician separated."

"Because Di'ersi and I had a pact of mutual support in the past, we ended up working together."

"What a pity, I should have signed a Magic Contract with her in the past."

"With the contract in place, even if that woman turns against us, she'll suffer an extra bit of the contract's backlash," Moxidu said sinisterly.

However, among Black Magician, Magic Contract are rarely used; they tend to prioritize power above all else.

It's likely that Di'ersi Moxidu Moxidu he was seriously injured and his mind was clouded.

If it were during Moxidu's prime, Di'ersi would never have dared to act recklessly.

Saine still remembers the battle where Moxidu completely overwhelmed the first-level Black Magician, Kaisersen.

In terms of individual combat strength, Moxidu, who possesses numerous Magic Conductor, is likely capable of fighting against any peak-level creature.

Equipment is also a part of strength.

Moxidu's anger and resentment toward Di'ersi in his words aggravated his injuries.

A coughing sound rang out, and Saine even saw Moxidu cough up some black blood.

Saine really wanted to ask his mentor about the Formal Black Wizard Feilunna and her disciple Lina.

But seeing his mentor's agitated emotions and poor physical condition, Saine held back.

First, he helped Moxidu walk towards a more spacious and drier area inside the cave.

"Professor, please sit here for a while. I'll go boil some water and make you some tea."

"Order some food," Saine said to Moxidu.

Moxidu should have something like Nutrient Potion. In fact, more than 70% of the potions Moxidu has were made for him by Di'ersi.

This is also the basic condition for the two Black Magician to form an alliance.

But Nutrient Potion are not food, and even Saine got tired of them after a while, let alone his mentor.

Saine was unable to treat the toxins in Moxidu's body, so he could only prepare some food to try and make Moxidu feel better.

Moxidu had been on the run for many days, and he dared not take the medicine that Di'ersi had given him. As a result, his body had already become quite weak and depleted.

However, the Life Level of Formal Black Wizard is fundamentally different from that of a magic apprentice.

Formal Black Wizard can easily live for hundreds, or even thousands of years.

Even if magic apprentices use every means at their disposal, living for a little over a hundred years is the limit.

Therefore, although Moxidu would feel hungry, he did not have to eat every day or every few days like Saine.

Moxidu felt a sense of relief seeing Saine busy around the campfire.

But there was also a hint of complexity in his eyes, as if he was thinking something.

When Saine finally presented Moxidu with a steaming bowl of mushroom soup sprinkled with seasoning.

The old, wrinkled Black Magician forced a smile and said to Saine, "It tastes good. It seems your senior sister's praise of you wasn't unfounded."

Faced with his mentor Moxidu ' praise, Saine smiled shyly.

There is no night in the underground world.

Almost after they finished eating, Saine helped Moxidu lean against a large rock to rest.

Saine himself was exhausted; he had hardly had a proper rest during this period.

Meeting his mentor Moxidu today was an unexpected surprise, and based on the information he received from his mentor, Saine guessed that his girlfriend Lina should be in a relatively safe situation at the moment.

After all, Lina might be safer than Saine by following a fully-fledged, relatively intact Formal Black Wizard.

I finally felt relieved after being worried for so long, and I also had a mentor like Moxidu by my side.

After tidying up a bit, Saine leaned against a rock not far from Moxidu and fell asleep with his head turned to the side.

Saine slept soundly.

He didn't even know when the campfire inside the cave went out.

Without a campfire to provide light, the cave was even darker, with only the residual warmth of the fire providing any illumination.

The temperature here isn't too low.

In the darkness, Moxidu quietly opened his eyes.

His yellowish pupils stared silently at Saine.

If it were in a well-lit area, Saine would shudder to see his mentor staring at him like that.

But at this moment, Saine seemed to remember something good while he was sleeping, and a faint smile even appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Moxidu ' expression was very complicated at this moment.

His gaze toward Saine was sometimes cold and sometimes gleaming.

A moment later, he regained his usual demeanor, with a hint of warmth like an elder looking at a younger person.

This complex mix of emotions kept Moxidu awake throughout the first half of the night.

As the night deepened and the warmth of the campfire diminished, the light in Moxidu' eyes was gradually replaced by coldness.

The Formal Black Wizard slowly rose and moved closer to where Saine was lying.

Saine's breathing remained steady, indicating that he was still immersed in his sweet dream.

Just as Moxidu was about to reach Saine, and a strange black Magic Power surged from the Black Magician's right hand.

A "Gugu" sound suddenly came from the boulder, and Moxidu ' right hand trembled, the Magic Power ripples on his hand dissipating.

An unnatural flush appeared on Moxidu' pale cheeks, a sign of the Magic Power backlash.

Moxidu glanced up at the top of the boulder, then sighed and returned to where he had been lying.

The magnitude of the Magic Power backlash depends on the strength of the spell the Spellcaster is about to unleash.

Judging from Moxidu's behavior at this moment, the magic he was about to unleash did not seem to be a powerful or mentally taxing spell.

Nevertheless, the backlash from the Magic Power still made Moxidu's physical condition worse, to the point that it was no exaggeration to say that he was on his deathbed.

Leaning against the boulder, Moxidu, slightly out of breath, glanced at Saine again.

Finally, he sighed deeply and muttered to himself, "Forget it, I don't have much time left to live."

"Even if he hadn't been so badly injured this time, he wouldn't have survived long if he had returned to the Western Islands."

"This child may one day inherit my mantle and carry on my lineage."

"Judging from his Mental Strength strength, he seems to have reached the Advanced Apprentice level. This rate of growth is even faster than Zorro and Aaron did back then..."

Having figured these things out, Moxidu sighed softly, then closed his eyes and stopped thinking about anything else.