"Hmm, it seems I’ve really been dead for a long ti," the old man sighed, as if he knew what was on Xue Dili’s mind. "Actually, I must have been drifting aimlessly in the cosmos for a long ti. I can’t quite rember anymore, and I’ve almost forgotten many things from the past. Forgive an old man’s forgetfulness and declining mory. It seems I only rember that I need to return to the Interstellar Corps and have one last thing to do."
"What exactly is that thing? Sorry, this old man has sowhat forgotten, but returning to the Interstellar Corps is definitely the right move," the old man smiled kindly, the wrinkles on his face deepening until they distorted his scar.
The old man seed to have forgotten many things; now all he rembers is returning to the Interstellar Corps.
"Okay, old man, just wait a few days for . I’ll head back to the Interstellar Corps after I finish forging a sword," Xue Dili patiently replied to this elder from the First Era.
He smiled back at Xue Dili, looking at the magic academy in Xue Dili’s consciousness space, and said with a smile, "Is this a school?"
"Yes, I built this academy based on blueprints left by a friend. When enough magic accumulates, I’ll open a magic academy here to teach all the children who wish to learn magic," Xue Dili candidly shared his plans.
This was actually Old Green’s dream, but now he had taken up this dream and aid to establish a magic college that could educate everyone.
He planned to pass down everything about himself in this college.
Unfortunately, his accumulation is too little now. First, he is only a Quasi-4th Tier Mage. He wants to gather a library’s worth of various magic and hopes his magical level will reach Quasi-5th Tier before opening his small academy.
Perhaps by then, he could invite so old friends to be professors, and those Greek friends could co over to be PE teachers or security guards.
It’s just that it’s still too early now; Xue Dili feels he is still young and can strive for a bit longer.
"Establishing an academy? That’s a great idea. If I, the old man, fulfill my wishes, I’d also like to teach future generations so things," the elder of the Interstellar Corps smiled, and the two chatted away.
...
Throughout the day, Xue Dili spent most of his ti chatting with the old man, and before they knew it, it was ti for school to let out.
The old man was very talkative, perhaps as most old people are, but he had forgotten so much that he could only keep finding topics to discuss with Xue Dili.
anwhile, Xue Dili shared his stories with Uncle Brave and told the old man he planned to finish forging Uncle Brave’s Holy Sword before seeking out the Interstellar Corps and returning the Holy Sword.
The old man had no complaints and agreed with Xue Dili’s decision.
As if he suddenly rembered sothing, the old man pulled out a short sword from under his clothes and said, "Is this short sword in the sa style as the Holy Sword you’re looking for?"
Xue Dili took the short sword, and was shocked. Although the length was a bit different, in style, it was not much different from Uncle Brave’s Holy Sword, clearly the product of the sa craftsman.
He imdiately returned the sword to the old man and asked, "Old man, is this your sword?"
"I rember a little; this is a sword from my era, apparently made by a friend of mine. He made many, mountains of weapons...but I forgot his na..." the old man looked at the sword, seed troubled, wanting to recall the owner’s na.
"Don’t be discouraged; maybe you’ll rember slowly when you return to the Interstellar Corps," Xue Dili said, also ntioning, "When the ti cos, let trace the origins of this sword, old man."
Having agreed, Xue Dili also prepared to return ho.
Tomorrow morning, he planned to take his family to the farmstead in the Silver Country to enjoy the grand opening event there, then spend 2-3 days forging the new Holy Sword, and take the old man back to the Interstellar Corps.
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