Chapter 482

Anyone able to enter the Department of Mysteries was naturally among the finest of wizards.

People like that could hardly be called unintelligent.

That was precisely why the implication faintly revealed in old Saruman's words was immediately noticed by the man in black robes. It was only his sanity that was slipping because of the corruption.

His intelligence had not vanished along with it.

As old Saruman's words fell, the man in black robes abruptly raised his head. Though Saruman could not see, he still stared fixedly at his teacher's excessively calm face.

A terrifying thought flashed through his mind like lightning.

"Teacher—" The man in black robes' voice became shrill with agitation. "You—you couldn't have—already figured something out, could you?"

"About this place, about the corruption, about that closed loop—even about your own ending?! You just said it was part of the plan—you've been planning something all along? You—you seem to—want to—" He wanted to say, "You seem to want to die," but the word caught in his throat, and he could not force it out.

At the same time, the man in black robes could not understand how his teacher could undo his regrets after dying. How should he put it? Though he was a powerful wizard, many things truly remained incomprehensible unless one entered the realm of legend.

Faced with his student's confusion, Saruman did not answer at once.

He merely nodded slowly, almost imperceptibly. The motion was so slight it was nearly impossible to notice, yet it seemed to weigh a thousand tons, confirming the most unbelievable suspicion in the man in black robes' heart.

"Yes, I need a death." For the first time before the man in black robes, an extraordinarily complicated expression appeared on the old wizard's wrinkled face—one impossible to describe in words.