Chapter 95

"Fortunately, before I left, due to my injuries, I entrusted your senior brothers and sisters to Ms. Joan for temporary care."

"Otherwise, they might have also suffered from that wicked woman's cruel hands!" Moses said in a somber voice.

Although Moses was severely injured and weakened by toxins, Sain noticed that his eyes were somewhat dark.

However, in his words, the intense hatred and resentment Moses felt towards the Level 1 Black Mage Dylas were evident.

This was the anger of being betrayed. Ironically, before this, Moses had even custom-made a magic device for Dylas.

But Dylas clearly did not reciprocate Moses' kindness. After the failure in the exploration of the Yellow Sand World, she cast a greedy eye on Moses, a wealthy official Black Mage.

"Teacher, were there no other Black Mages traveling with you?"

"Didn't they intervene?" Sain couldn't help but ask.

Moses found it strange that Sain would ask this question, but he still shook his head and replied, "There were many branches in that secret passage. After entering, most of us Black Mages separated."

"Because Dylas and I had a mutual defense agreement in the past, we walked together."

"Unfortunately, I should have signed a magic contract with her back then."

"With the constraints of a contract, even if that woman turned against me, she would have suffered from the backlash of the contract." Moses said with a sinister tone.

However, among the Black Mages, the use of magic contracts was rare. They placed a higher value on the supremacy of power.

It seems that Dylas, seeing Moses' significant injuries and relaxed state of mind, used some unknown method to poison him.

If Moses were at his peak, Dylas would never have dared to act.

Sain still remembered the battle where Moses comprehensively suppressed the Level 1 Black Mage Ketherson.

In terms of personal combat strength, Moses, equipped with numerous magic devices, was likely capable of matching any peak-level creature.

Equipment was also a part of one's strength.

The anger and resentment in Moses' words made him involuntarily aggravate his injuries.

A coughing fit ensued, and Sain even saw Moses cough up some black blood.

Sain actually wanted to ask his teacher about the official Black Mage Ferona and her disciple Lina.

But seeing his teacher's agitated emotions and poor physical condition, Sain held back.

He first helped Moses to a wider and drier area inside the cave.

"Teacher, please sit here for a moment. I'll go boil some water and make you something to eat," Sain said to Moses.

Moses should have had something like a nutritional potion. In fact, over 70% of the potions Moses had were made by Dylas.

This was the basis for their mutual defense agreement.

However, nutritional potions were not food. Sain, who had eaten them too much, found them somewhat nauseating, let alone his teacher.

Sain couldn't handle the toxins in Moses' body, so he could only make some food to try to make Moses feel better.

Moses had been on the run for several days, and he now dared not take the potions given by Dylas, so his body was already quite weakened.

However, the life span of an official Black Mage was fundamentally different from that of a magic apprentice.

Official Black Mages could easily live for several hundred years, even over a thousand years.

Magic apprentices, using various means, could only live for a hundred years or so at most.

Therefore, although Moses felt hungry, he didn't need to eat as often as Sain, who had to eat every day or every few days.

Sain's busy work by the campfire brought a sense of comfort to Moses.

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

When Sain finally brought a bowl of hot mushroom soup, sprinkled with seasonings, to Moses,

The Black Mage, who already showed signs of aging, managed a smile and said to Sain, "It tastes good. It seems your senior sister's praise for you wasn't exaggerated."

Faced with his teacher's praise, Sain smiled shyly.

...

In the underground world, there was no concept of night.

After finishing their meal, Sain helped Moses lean against a large rock to rest.

Sain himself was also exhausted. He hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time.

Meeting his teacher Moses today was a pleasant surprise. Through the information from his teacher, Sain guessed that his girlfriend Lina was likely in a relatively safe situation.

After all, being with a relatively well-preserved official Black Mage, Lina might be even safer than Sain.

With his heart finally at ease and his teacher Moses by his side,

After tidying up a bit, Sain leaned against a rock not far from Moses and fell asleep.

Sain slept soundly.

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

Without the light from the campfire, the cave was even darker, but the residual warmth kept the temperature from dropping too low.

In the darkness, Moses' eyes quietly opened.

His yellowish pupils silently watched Sain.

If there were light, Sain would have been terrified to see his teacher staring at him like this.

But at this moment, in his sleep, Sain seemed to recall something pleasant, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Moses' expression was very complex.

His gaze on Sain alternated between cold and glowing, and then returned to a normal, warm look, as if an elder watching a junior.

This complex emotional state kept Moses awake for the first half of the night.

As the night deepened and the residual warmth from the campfire decreased, the light in Moses' eyes gradually turned cold.

He slowly got up and approached Sain, who was lying down.

Sain's breathing was still steady, indicating he was still in a deep sleep.

Just as Moses was one step away from Sain, and a mysterious black magic aura rose from his right hand,

A "gugu" sound suddenly came from the rock. Moses' right hand trembled, and the magic aura dissipated.

A unnatural flush appeared on Moses' pale cheeks, a sign of magic backlash.

He glanced at the top of the rock and finally sighed, retreating to his original resting place.

The severity of the magic backlash depended on the strength of the spell the caster was about to release.

From Moses' current state, it seemed that the spell he was about to cast was not a powerful one that required much mental effort.

However, even so, the consequences of the magic backlash made Moses' condition even worse, to the point of being beyond recovery.

Leaning against the rock, Moses took a deep breath and looked at Sain again.

He finally sighed deeply and whispered, "Forget it, I don't have much time left."

"Even if I hadn't been so severely injured this time, I wouldn't have lived long after returning to the Western Isles."

"This child might be able to carry on my legacy and make my lineage flourish."

"Judging by his mental strength, he has already reached the level of a senior apprentice. His growth rate is even faster than Zorro and Aaron's in their early days..."

After thinking this through, Moses sighed lightly, closed his eyes, and stopped thinking about it.