Meanwhile, Balthazar's mage friends arrived one after another, sixteen in all.
"Old friends, we meet again."
Balthazar welcomed everyone, then sighed. "Over these past ten years, we've lost several more companions."
"It can't be helped. Not everyone can live as long as you."
An old man with a white beard said, "Even mages have limits to their lifespans."
Simply put, the greater their mastery of magic, the longer they lived. Sealing could also prolong life, which was why the Dark Mages in the Black Prison still hadn't died.
"If we can fulfill our mission, death might well be a release."
Balthazar spoke. What was his mission? To kill Morgana!
The white-bearded old man naturally knew that. "Morgana breaking free of her seal is certainly bad news, but it also gives us a chance to kill her."
"That's right, Balthazar. We'll do everything we can to help you kill Morgana."
Another mage in robes added, "We old fellows don't have much time left anyway. If we can help you fulfill your mission, at least our deaths will mean something."
"Exactly."
Many of the mages nodded, though four or five younger mages remained silent. They were mages of the new era and didn't have such deep ties with Balthazar.
"Thank you. We'll destroy Morgana and save the world."
Balthazar nodded, but didn't reveal Dave's identity. He wasn't trying to hide anything; Dave was simply too weak to show off. Look, everyone, this is the next Merlin. He can't even beat an ordinary brawny man.
After several hours of grueling practice, Dave had successfully... failed to learn Plasma Ball. During that time, he had also sent Peggy ten texts. Five went unanswered, two received an "Okay," and three got a "Haha."
Dave had no idea that his dream girl, Peggy, had been thinking