"Whoa!"

Richard was puzzled, and heard Gro next to him also stand up.

"What's wrong, what's the matter?" asked Richard looking at Gro.

Gro led Richard and walked outside, saying as he walked: "Your Excellency Richard, you can come out and have a look." ”

"Uh, okay. Richard followed.

......

Outside the library.

It was approaching evening, and the sky was still covered with large clouds of lead. But at this time, the whole world does not appear to be a dark and dreary place, but due to the refraction of particulate matter in the air and the dark clouds in the lower levels, it takes on an eerie dim yellow.

It's like being in a butter painting with years.

A large number of students crowded on both sides of the street in front of the library, and Richard looked up and tried to look towards the end of the street, only to see a large group of wizards coming in groups on the left and right. During the walk, not a word.

In the middle of the two teams of wizards, a coffin floated in mid-air, pulled by the power of magic, closely following the wizard team.

One coffin, two coffins, three coffins......

Dense coffin ......

The line of wizards was long, and each wizard was dressed in dark robes and was silent. An extremely oppressive atmosphere spread, the air seemed to freeze, and the students watching on both sides of the road, the blood in their veins seemed to stop flowing, staring at the wizarding procession as it continued to march, watching the wizarding procession walk through the library and into the distance.

"Boom!"

There was a muffled sound, and an electric light flashed through the clouds.

"Bang!

Like beads with broken threads, the raindrops fell without warning, smashing into the wizards' ranks and their coffins.

Just when the raindrops were about to be hit, all of a sudden, a huge air shield was born, although it was very thin, and even the weakest low-level spell could not resist it, but it made the raindrops bounce away and fly in all directions.

The wizarding team walked forward unaffected, stepping on the ground that was gradually becoming wet, and walked farther and farther......

......

The wizarding team finally made their way through the entire White Rock Tower Academy, and walked to the core area of the White Stone Tower complex, where they stayed in a somewhat abrupt clearing.

The vacant land has always been here, and no one knows what it is for, and now it is finally known.

Many wizards stood still, still silent, stretched out their hands and waved forward, the spell was released, and some of the damp soil in the clearing changed under the power of the spell.

"Brush Brush ......"

Puffs of dirt are lifted from the earth and quickly piled up on the ground. When the soil is piled up into a small mound, a rectangular tomb appears.

Mounds, graves.

Dense, dozens of mounds, dense, dozens of tombs!

This is the burial ground of the White Rock Tower, where no wizard has ever been buried for so long. It's not that no wizards have died, but that there are a few who have occasionally died, and before they die, they decide where to be buried after death - such as the top of a mountain, such as the sea, such as a family grave, etc.

Now, in a very short period of time, dozens of wizards have died, and the White Stone Tower is unable to fully fulfill the last wishes of the wizards, so it has to open this cemetery for burial.

After the excavation of the tomb was completed, the many coffins slowly floated forward and floated towards the excavated tomb under the impetus of invisible forces.

At the edge of the clearing, Richard looked through the crowd and found that most of the coffins were black, except for one coffin that was special - the whole body was snow-white, as if covered with snow.

Gro was beside him, whispering, "That's the coffin of Master Macbeth." ”

"Huh?" Richard raised an eyebrow, "Macbeth?"

"Yes, Macbeth. "I heard that this was specially requested by Master Macbeth before his death, and if he dies, it doesn't matter where he is buried, but the coffin and the things that accompany the burial must all be white." ”

"Uh......" Richard replied, making sure that he had heard him right, that Groh's name was indeed Macbeth, and that this kind of thing was indeed what Macbeth would do.

Macbeth!

Richard silently recited the name in his heart, his eyebrows raised slightly, looked at the snow-white coffin, and shook his head slightly.

He and Macbeth are not very close, only brief contact, and the deepest understanding of the other party is that the other party likes to eat marmalade. And the reason why he likes to eat marmalade is because the other party has a painful past, which is related to one of the other party's dead wizard maids.

Other than that, he didn't know anything else about Macbeth.

Then again, Macbeth was one of the few wizards he knew at Whitestone Tower.

It was precisely because the other party gave him the "Spartacus Heroic Elixir" that he was able to develop the "Blood of God", so he ...... The other party has a certain meaning to him.

He really didn't expect that the other party would say that he would die, and die so abruptly.

"Macbeth......," Richard muttered to himself, and his unhappiness at not being able to find the "Stockholm" book was once again covered with a layer of dust.

He could guess that Macbeth must have died in the battle of the White Rock Tower against the mysterious organization behind Somen and Mukne. Maybe it's a big battle, maybe it's a sneak attack, maybe it's an ambush, but the process won't make much difference, it's nothing more than fighting, being defeated, being killed.

According to the endless methods and unfathomable heritage displayed by the mysterious organization, once the other party is given enough time to prepare, it is not surprising to do anything.

Previously, Somen and Mu Koni could use some means to promote an entire wizard level in a short period of time - from a first-level wizard to a second-level wizard, and it is not surprising that the rest of the mysterious organization can also do the same, and maybe they can also be promoted to a higher level.

In this case, unless the opponent is not fully prepared, he will strike first and kill the opponent with a first-mover advantage, otherwise the opponent can easily crush all existences.

Although Macbeth is powerful and at the pinnacle of first-level wizards, he is unable to resist in the face of 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 likely to be just the beginning. After that, there is a great possibility that the entire White Stone Tower will not be able to resist the attack of the mysterious organization, and will be eaten and destroyed by the mysterious organization little by little.

Perhaps, it is precisely because of this that the entire White Rock Tower Academy has always spread an extremely oppressive atmosphere.

Is the reason why the White Rock Tower is holding a funeral to ease the atmosphere? Or is it to boost morale? Or is it determined to fight the mysterious organization with all its might?

Richard guessed, not sure which one it was, but he was sure that White Rock would be more turbulent in the future.

Maybe he should really consider leaving – to go somewhere else to conduct his research.

Of course, before leaving, it is still necessary to settle some trivial matters, such as going to the university scholar Surrates, with the last hope, asking the university scholar Surrates if the other party knows the place "Stockholm".

Richard blinked.

The funeral continues.

"Bang ......"

The raindrops fell more and more rapidly, constantly falling towards the clearing, and at this time, the air cover had expanded into a huge transparent umbrella, covering the entire clearing, allowing all the falling raindrops to bounce away.

Under the protection of the air cover, dozens of coffins fluttered unaffected, and finally floated above their respective tombs in order.

There was silence, only the sound of rain and wind.

It was a silent funeral, and from beginning to end, the wizards did not say a word, did not say a word - the dead wizard could not speak, and the living wizard did not want to make a noise in front of these companions.

So in a dead silence, the funeral continued.

The wizards in the wizard team stretched out their hands one after another, each aimed at a coffin, pressed it virtually, and with a "brush", the coffin fell neatly towards the tomb, and with a soft "bang", it touched the ground.

The wizards raised their hands again, and the mounds of dirt began to return to their original positions, trying to fill the tomb and cover the coffin.

Eventually, the tomb was filled in, and because of the coffin, there was a small pile of soil on the ground.

The wizards held out their hands again, and clenched their fists in the distance.

"Click!"

The extra soil quickly deforms, shrinks in volume, changes in texture, changes in color from earthy yellow to lime blue, and eventually becomes a stone tombstone.

The tombstones bear the names of the various sacrificial wizards: Lula, Mukchi, Doles, Taylor, Macbeth......

After doing all this, the wizards collectively glanced towards the grave, then turned away, remaining silent and silent.

Because there is nothing to say - nothing to say, will not change the death in front of you.

He who dies is dead, like a dog, no matter how great, no matter how humble, no matter how heroic, no matter how cowardly, he is dead.

Neither an impassioned statement, nor a righteous indignation, nor a deep mourning can change the circumstances of death.

So...... Don't do the meaningless things, let the dead let him die, the living still have to live, and then do what the living should do.

It was the first collective funeral in the history of the White Rock Tower, which began in silence and ended in silence.

The wizards left one after another, the air cover in the sky lost its support, shattered with a "bang", and the raindrops fell "with a bang", and began to whip like a whip to the flattened ground and erected tombstones.

"Click! Click!"

The world is vast, very noisy, very quiet, very open, and very depressing.

......