Indescribable tarot cards - #300 - Chapter 300 The Death of Antiwan

Andem opened his eyes.

The cold moonlight shone in through the luxurious glazed glass, adding a bit of light to the room.

At this time, it seemed to be dark.

Andem glanced out the window subconsciously.

Gray sky.

Although there is moonlight, I don’t know where this moonlight comes from.

Late at night, everything was quiet, eerily quiet.

For some reason, Andem suddenly felt flustered.

The teacher is next door.

In panic, his heart suddenly thumped.

He suddenly sat up from the bed without taking off his clothes.

Without having time to think about it, he stood up and hurriedly opened the door, and in a few steps he came to the next door.

In order to facilitate the care of the teacher, he and the teacher lived in two adjacent rooms.

Unlike Sartre and Siosande, this is considered the core area of ​​the city lord’s palace and is specially designated for VIPs like them to live there.

Originally, Sartre and Siosande were also qualified, but Horace secretly arranged a more remote residence for them.

Anyway, at that time, Horace did not want to see Sartre and Siosande unless necessary.

In the corridor, the magic crystal lamp was flickering, making the surrounding area dim.

For some reason, Andem clearly felt that the environment seemed to be a lot darker, and there was a vague feeling of being unreal.

However, he didn’t realize this at this time. He hesitated outside the door for a few seconds, took a few steps, and finally knocked on the door hesitantly.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

The knocking on the door sounded very far in the silence, like a heavy drum, even with some kind of echo.

The sound was so loud that it even startled Andem, who was unprepared.

His heart was beating loudly and he lowered his head anxiously.

This should wake up the teacher, right?

However, there was a vague idea in his mind.

Waited for several seconds, to no avail.

The door still stood, not opened.

Still silent, no extra sound.

Andem raised his head with difficulty, took a step forward, rubbed the door handle with his fingers, and knocked again subconsciously.

This time, he subconsciously restrained his strength, but the sound became a little louder, and even the whole door groaned.

For a Silver-level transcendent, even if he doesn’t pay attention to physical exercise, his physical quality is definitely beyond the reach of ordinary people.

This time, Andem didn’t step back, he just stayed where he was, waiting anxiously.

After waiting for a few seconds again, there was no response as expected.

So, he finally couldn’t help it anymore, grabbed the door handle, hesitated, and finally started to twist it.

At this moment, this light door handle is as important as a stone.

There was a squeak.

The door opened.

The light from outside the door squeezed into the room earlier than Horace did, slightly dispelling a small patch of darkness.

The shadow struggled to grow along the light, and also got into the crack of the door in the blink of an eye.

“teacher?”

Andem called out tentatively.

No one answered.

This time, Andem’s calm face finally lost its composure.

He pushed open the door and subconsciously lit up the crystal chandelier in the room.

So, he froze.

Tuantivan was not lying on the bed. On the contrary, he was sitting in a wheelchair as usual, with his head lowered and silent.

Andem felt as if he was struck by an invisible thunder and lightning, his whole body trembled, and an inexplicable feeling suddenly crawled into his heart.

He couldn’t tell.

Whether it was his naked eyes or his sense of breath, he could feel that the old man in the wheelchair in front of him was dead.

The breath of life completely dissipated.

“teacher!”

Andem couldn’t help shouting loudly again, as if he thought the old man could still respond to him calmly as usual: “What’s wrong, Andem?”

But no.

The old man just sat in the wheelchair like a sculpture, with his head hanging down and his hands naturally clasped.

Andem didn’t know what to say for a moment, he just muttered to himself: “Teacher? Teacher? Teacher?”

Although he had made countless preparations in his mind, when he saw this scene with his own eyes, he was still at a loss.

No matter what he thought, he didn’t dare to imagine what would happen after his teacher died.

He couldn’t figure it out.

I originally thought that the teacher would call him to his side before dying and give him some instructions…

However, Andem could not have imagined that the teacher would do so quietly…

Everything around him was darkening, as if the original crystal lamp was losing its luster.

The air became thick and Andem had to breathe heavily.

As if he had just been hit in the head with a war hammer, Andem’s mind went blank.

Many thoughts rose and fell like a tidal wave, washing over his fragile banks.

He didn’t know what he was thinking, he only knew that he was thinking.

He was thinking desperately, as if he wanted to prove something.

He wasn’t crying, just shaking inexplicably.

This feeling is amazing.

It was as if he had become a prophet of a certain gold coin system, his soul floating floating above his head, watching his body trembling coldly.

At this moment, he seemed to be split in two.

Part of him looked at another part of him.

Who would have thought that the dignified first mage of the Algrant Kingdom would die in Leiden City so lightly?

There are no too many words, no superfluous visions.

The only one who could notice the death was a student who couldn’t sleep well every day because he missed his teacher.

“teacher!!!”

Andem couldn’t help but take a few more steps and subconsciously got closer.

But he didn’t dare to touch the teacher’s body.

He was afraid that his tentacles would be cold.

It was a chill that went deep into my bones.

That is the meaning of the separation between life and death.

He was afraid that this chill would completely break his illusion.

There was still silence.

Logically speaking, this is the core area of ​​the City Lord’s Mansion.

Even if there are no guards guarding this place, but now that Andem is making such a loud noise, someone should have noticed it, right?

But no one.

Deathly silence.

It seemed that Andem was the only one left in the city lord’s palace.

In the boundless darkness, Andem stood blankly in front of Tu Antiwan, not knowing what to say.

At this time, it seemed that there was someone in the room, and there was a long sigh, and then there was joy from the heart: “Andem, look, he is finally dead.”

“Nonsense! The teacher is not dead!”

Andem retorted without thinking.

“He’s dead, Andem, you know that.”

The voice just spoke calmly, as if explaining the facts.

This time, Andem did not answer, as if he acquiesced to the matter.

“It’s time for you to think about your future, Andem.”

Andem half-knelt in front of Tu Antiwan, with his head lowered as well, and earnestly helped the teacher tidy up the somewhat messy blanket, without responding.

“Don’t you, as the only direct disciple of Tu Antiwan, want to be the next master of the mage tower?”

The fingers arranging the blanket paused.

Thanks to the cheating trash assistant and the green-skinned master for the reward~

I haven’t been watching much of The Writer’s Assistant lately…