"Wow!"
Richard was confused and heard Gro who stood up next to him.
"What's wrong? What's going on?" Richard looked at Gro and asked.
Gro led Richard out and said as he walked: "Your Excellency Richard, you will find out after you come out and take a look."
"Uh, okay." Richard followed and walked out.
…
Outside the library.
It was approaching evening, and the sky was still filled with large chunks of lead clouds. But at this time, the whole world did not appear to be dark. Due to the refraction of particulate matter in the air and low-level dark clouds, it appeared a strange dim yellow.
Everything seems to be in a wax painting with time.
Many students gathered on both sides of the street in front of the library. Richard raised his head and tried to look towards the street, and saw a large group of wizards walking over in two groups: left and right. As he walked, he said nothing.
In the middle of the two teams of wizards, coffins floated in mid-air. Drawn by the power of magic, they followed the team of wizards forward.
One coffin, two coffins, three coffins...
Densely packed coffins…
The line of wizards was very long, and each wizard was wearing dark robes and was silent. An extremely oppressive atmosphere spread, and the air seemed to have solidified. The blood in the blood vessels of the students watching on both sides of the road seemed to have stopped flowing. They stared with wide eyes as the wizard team continued to advance, and watched the wizard team pass by. Library, walking away.
"Boom!"
There was a muffled sound, and lightning flashed in the clouds.
"Crack! Crack!"
The raindrops were like beads with broken strings, falling without warning and hitting the wizard team and the coffin in the team.
Just when the raindrops were about to hit, with a sudden "swipe", a huge air shield was born. Although it was very thin and could not resist even the weakest low-level spell, it made the raindrops hit hard. bounced off and flew in all directions.
The wizard team moved forward unaffected, stepping on the ground that gradually became wet, walking farther and farther...
…
The wizard team finally passed through the entire White Stone Tower Academy, walked to the core area of the White Stone Tower complex, and stopped in a somewhat abrupt open space.
The clearing has always been here, no one knew what it was used for, and now they finally know.
Many wizards stood still and remained silent. They waved their hands forward and released the spell. The moist soil in the open space changed under the power of the spell.
"Shuashushu..."
Clumps of soil rose up from the earth and quickly piled onto the ground. When the soil formed a small mound, a rectangular grave appeared.
Mound, grave.
Densely packed, dozens of mounds, densely packed, dozens of tombs!
This is the cemetery of the White Stone Tower. For so long, no wizard has ever been buried here. It's not that no wizards have ever died, but that there are occasionally a few wizards who die. Before they die, they decide where they will be buried after death - such as the top of a mountain, the sea, or a family tomb.
Now, in a very short period of time, dozens of wizards died. The White Stone Tower could not fully honor the last wishes of the wizards and had to open this cemetery for burial.
After the excavation of the tomb was completed, the numerous coffins slowly floated forward, driven by invisible forces, towards the excavated tomb.
At the edge of the open space, Richard looked among the crowd and found that most of the coffins were black, except for one coffin that was special—it was completely white, as if covered with snow.
Grotto was beside him and whispered: "That's the coffin of Lord Wizard Macbeth."
"Huh?" Richard raised his eyebrows, "Macbeth?"
"Yes, Macbeth." Gero said with certainty, "I heard that this was specifically requested by the wizard Macbeth before his death. If he dies, it doesn't matter where he is buried, but the coffin and the things buried with him must be painted in white. .”
"Uh..." Richard responded, confirming that he heard correctly. The name Grotto said was indeed Macbeth, and it was indeed Macbeth who would do such a thing.
Macbeth!
Richard recited the name silently in his mind, raised his eyebrows little by little, looked at the snow-white coffin, and shook his head slightly.
He and Macbeth are not very close, they only have a brief contact. His deepest understanding of each other is that he likes to eat marmalade. The reason why he likes to eat marmalade is because the other party has a painful past, which is related to a dead wizard female attendant of the other party.
Apart from this, he does not know the rest of Macbeth's affairs.
Having said that, Macbeth is one of the few wizards he knows in Whitestone Tower Academy.
It was precisely because the other party gave him the "Spartacus Heroic Potion" that he was able to develop the "Blood of God", so... the other party has a certain meaning to him.
He really didn't expect that the other party would die so unexpectedly.
"Macbeth..." Richard said to himself. His unhappy mood because he couldn't find the "Stockholm" book was once again covered with a layer of dust.
He could guess that Macbeth must have died in the battle between the White Stone Tower and the mysterious organization behind Solmen and Mukoni. Maybe it's a big battle, maybe it's a sneak attack, maybe it's an ambush, but the process won't be much different. It's nothing more than fighting, losing, and being killed.
According to the endless methods and unfathomable details displayed by the mysterious organization, once the other party is given enough preparation time, it will not be a surprise to do anything.
Previously, Solmen and Mu Keni could use some means to advance to an entire wizard level in a short period of time - from a first-level wizard to a second-level wizard. It is not surprising that the rest of the mysterious organization can do the same. Maybe you can even be promoted to a higher level.
In this case, unless the opponent is preemptive and uses the advantage to kill the opponent before they are fully prepared, the opponent can easily crush everything.
Although Macbeth is powerful and at the top of the first-level wizards, he is unable to resist the members of the mysterious organization.
Death is the only outcome.
Richard blinked.
In his opinion, the death of Macbeth and many other wizards is probably just the beginning. After that, it is very likely that the entire White Stone Tower will not be able to withstand the attack of the mysterious organization, and will be cannibalized and eliminated bit by bit by the mysterious organization.
Perhaps, because of this, the extremely oppressive atmosphere has been spreading throughout the White Rock Tower Academy.
Was White Rock Tower holding a funeral to lighten the mood? Or to boost morale? Or, are you determined to do your best to fight against the mysterious organization
Richard guessed, not sure which possibility it was, but he was sure that Baishi City would be even more turbulent in the future.
Maybe he should really consider leaving—to do his research somewhere else.
Of course, before leaving, you still have to settle some trivial matters, such as going to the great scholar Surates, with the last hope, asking the great scholar Suradi if he knows the place "Stockholm".
Richard blinked.
The funeral continues.
"Pap tap tap..."
The raindrops fell faster and faster, and continued to fall towards the open space. At this time, the air cover that was held up had expanded into a huge transparent umbrella, covering the entire open space, allowing all the falling raindrops to bounce away.
Under the protection of the air cover, dozens of coffins floated unaffected, and finally floated above their respective tombs in order.
The whole place was silent except for the sound of rain and wind.
This was a silent funeral. From beginning to end, the wizards did not say a word or a word - the dead wizards could not speak, and the living wizards did not want to make any noise in front of these companions.
And so the funeral continued in complete silence.
The wizards in the wizard team stretched out their hands, each pointed at a coffin, pressed it slightly, and with a "swipe", the coffin fell neatly into the tomb, and touched the ground with a soft "bang".
The wizards raised their hands one after another, and the mounds of soil began to return to their original positions, trying to fill the tomb and cover the coffin.
Finally, the tomb was filled up, and because the coffin was buried, there was an extra half pile of soil on the ground.
The wizards stretched out their hands again and made fists from afar.
"Kaka!"
The extra soil immediately deformed rapidly, shrank in volume, changed texture, and changed color from earthy yellow to azurite, eventually becoming a stone tombstone.
The names of the sacrificed wizards are written on the tombstones: Lula, Mukki, Doles, Taylor, Macbeth...
After doing all this, the wizards collectively looked at the grave, then turned and left, continuing to remain silent and not say anything.
Because there is nothing to say—nothing you say will change the death before you.
A dead person is dead, just like a dog. No matter how great, humble, heroic or cowardly he is, he is dead.
Whether it is impassioned speeches, indignation, or heavy mourning, it will not change the matter of death in the slightest.
So... don't do meaningless things. Let the dead die. The living will continue to live, and then do what the living should do.
This was the first collective funeral in the history of White Stone Tower, which started and ended in silence.
The wizards left one after another, and the air cover in the sky lost its support and broke with a "crash". The raindrops fell with a "crash" and began to beat the filled ground and erected tombstones like whips.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
The sky and the earth are vast and white, very noisy, very quiet, very vast, and very depressing.
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