Eric, as Richard heard this familiar name, he instantly remembered the oppressive Wizard in the reception room on the day he learned of the war news.
Was a Wizard, who was just one ceremony away from becoming a Three Rings Wizard, really dead?
A Black Wizard with a promising future had died so effortlessly behind enemy lines, leaving Richard with an inexplicable layer of emotions.
For a moment, he did not know how to console his mentor.
Jolod sighed, managing a faint smile.
"Death and injury are inevitable in war, Eric wasn't forced into battle. He was prepared for death before he stepped onto the battlefield."
"Teacher, didn't Brother Eric have a Life Box?" Richard couldn't help asking.
"He did, but his soul could no longer support using the Life Box."
