Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 405 Teacher and Student

Centuries of complicated life have made Gillianis's memory of the past vague, but she still remembers the tall figure who once helped her embark on the path of arcane magic.

He was a graceful, gentle elf man with no bad habits. He was mild-mannered, tireless in teaching, and had a long-term habit of keeping fit and exercising, which was significantly different from most researchers.

Gillianis Galanold chose to study the organic combination of magic and martial arts largely because of the influence of her teacher. Like her teacher, she also maintained the habit of fitness throughout her life.

Gillianis had been thankful countless times that she had accepted her teacher's teachings completely, otherwise she would have died over and over again, just like when she fought with the previous owner of the Canglan Grasp.

But now look at this old man who is hunched over and trying to stand in front of her like a shrimp! Where is the shadow of the teacher in her memory? !

"Elves only age rapidly when they are on the verge of death..." Gillianis shook her head subconsciously, totally unable to accept this fact, "Teacher, how could you..."

"That's not true—"

"No, dear Jane (Gillianis's nickname), you have passed through all the fog I set, penetrated the illusion, and came to the final truth." The old elf in his twilight years looked like a breeze could knock him to the ground, but his expression did not show any sadness or fear. Gillianis only saw relief on his face. "I am too old and will die at any time. Even elves cannot avoid such a day."

"It's great to see you again. Since the fall of the Hailan Empire, many people have been spreading rumors about your final fate. The most reliable one I heard was that you fell into the elemental plane, but I firmly believe that my most proud student would never die like this."

"I am so relieved to be able to confirm with my own eyes that you are still alive in my lifetime."

"No, teacher! We still have many ways!" Gillianis shouted out of control. She tried her best to raise her face and control her tears, not letting these useless liquids disrupt such an important reunion. "Teacher, we are magicians! I am no longer the Jane of the past!"

"Trust me, I can keep you alive! Magical items, alchemical potions, elementalization, and even liches! Whatever you want, I'll get it for you!"

"Don't leave me again, please! As long as you nod, I will not hesitate to revive the Hailan Empire and destroy the Ryan family with my own hands!"

The old man laughed hoarsely. He opened his toothless mouth and spoke like a whistle: "I believe you have this ability, dear. After all, before I left you, you were already one of the most powerful wizards."

"But forget about reviving the Hailan Empire. Some things are better left buried in the dust of history, right?"

"Yes, your teaching is right. I will listen to you!" Gillianis nodded frantically. "You stay alive and well. I will never let the Ryan family have a chance to revive!"

"Haha, Jane..." The old elf shook his head. He held onto the door frame, panting slightly, his shriveled chest rising and falling violently. "That's not important."

"I appreciate your kindness, but I don't intend to accept it - I have lived long enough."

The old elf's cloudy eyes looked around the small space pieced together by arcane magic, and finally his gaze fell on the sword at Gillianis' waist: "True, accurate, profound, professional, where did you find it?"

"My old friend, it seems like a lifetime since we last saw each other."

"From an Inquisitor of the Molten Iron Wall," Gillianis took off the "Silence" and wanted to return it to its original owner, but her teacher had no intention of taking the sword. "Have you ever had a conflict with them? I can..." "No, not with them. I once participated in their battle against the Abyss and was accidentally injured. They sent me back to the rear to recuperate. This sword was also held by an Inquisitor at the time, but he later went to the battlefield and I forgot to take it back."

"You don't have to give it back to me. Look at my body. How can I lift the sword?" The old elf laughed at himself. "It's easy to become lazy, but it's hard to be diligent. I am a living example."

"By the way, don't you want to come in and sit for a while? Keep me company, an old man who is about to be buried? Or do you have other things to do?"

"I..." Gillianis closed her eyes. Facing the teacher's invitation, she still couldn't take a step. "I tracked him here for one thing."

"You... do you know those red molds out there? Their mutations are similar to yours..."

The old elf blinked, then laughed in sudden realization: "Oh! So this is why you came here, I see!"

"You don't think that my old bones can handle such a big scene!"

The old wizard slowly raised his left hand, and the deep blue arcane light immediately presented a vivid picture in front of Gillianis.

"But if you say it has nothing to do with me, that's actually not true. It was probably a few months ago that I rescued a group of tiger people from the mutated red mold tide."

"They might be the natives of this area, displaced by the proliferation of red mold. I brought them here for a few days before they were swallowed by the fungus and burst into spores."

"But you see, I don't have that many resources to give them. Keeping them in check is just slow murder, so I decided to be a bad guy."

Gillianis nodded slightly. "You transformed them, making these acid tiger people no longer afraid of red mold, and you also drove them away with various reasons."

"You've seen them?" Gillianis's teacher seemed to be surprised by this and muttered, "How are they...doing?"

Gillianis didn't say anything, but the old wizard already knew the answer: "You lost your wisdom and became a beast, right?"

"The worst possible scenario."

"The materials here are limited, and you certainly have your own difficulties." Gillianis tried to defend the teacher, but the old elf was not going to listen to it.

"Those are all excuses. I foresaw this possibility but was powerless to change it. That's my fault."

"But saying all this now can't salvage anything. Fortunately, you can still help me and do what I can't do."

The old elf looked at his student with burning eyes: "I have found the coordinates of the origin of these red molds, but my power is not enough to fight against them. Can you help me with this?"

(End of this chapter)