Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Field walked ahead without looking back or stopping, but he exuded a strong sense of oppression.

"Different? His blond hair, his lewd eyes, his cunning mind—he's definitely different from others."

The girl was somewhat unconvinced upon hearing this.

"You haven't spent any time with him, you don't understand him at all. He's so outstanding, he's nothing like the terrible person you describe!"

The girl chased after him and grabbed Field's sleeve.

Field stopped and turned to look at his daughter.

"I don't know him? I can see right through him!"

"Those sweet words, that affectedly affectionate look, are exactly like mine back in the day. No one in this world understands this kind of person better than me!"

The girl froze, her eyes widening.

"Father, were you like this back then?"

Field coughed and looked away.

"Let's not talk about the past, but I won't allow you to be with him."

The girl's eyes reddened.

"Since you're just like me, why won't you let me be with him? Weren't you a bad person back then either?"

Field was taken aback and wanted to retort, but couldn't find the right words.

He scratched his head, about to say something, when the communication device at his waist suddenly vibrated violently.

He took out his communication device, glanced at the screen, and saw a line of text sent by his mentor.

"Congratulations to Lord Lynn, Lord of All Things, on your advancement to the Saint Mark. Effective immediately, you will be listed as a core combat force of the Academy."

...

Field's hand froze, his eyes fixed on the words, his mouth agape, unable to close.

what?

Lynn?

That junior apprentice who studied under his mentor, that young man he guided in creating the "Death Knight"...

Stigmata?!

He looked down at his worn-out wizard robe, then at his daughter beside him, and then at the words on his communication device.

Field looked up at the sky and sighed.

"Beauty is a curse! If it weren't for that accidental encounter, how could I be in this situation now..."

He didn't finish his sentence; his voice choked in his throat, and two lines of tears slid down his cheeks.

The girl leaned closer to examine the communication device, tilting her head and frowning.

"Father, what's wrong? Has Mother remarried?"

Field could no longer contain his emotions and slapped the girl on the head.

"Go away, what nonsense are you spouting? I'll break your legs when we get home."

The girl shrank back.

"What happened? Apart from the matter concerning Mother, I've never seen you have such a strong emotional reaction, Father."

Field took a deep breath and pinched the girl's cheek.

"Come, let me tell you the story of my junior brother."

He turned and walked toward a bench by the roadside. The girl followed behind, looking at the bench that her father had occupied half of, but did not sit down.

Field sat down and patted the seat next to him.

The girl hesitated for a moment, but then sat down.

Field gazed at the hazy sky in the distance, remained silent for a long time, and then began to speak.

"My junior brother is also an extraordinary person. When he first enrolled, he was just a genius apprentice with no background or resources."

"Relying on my extensive knowledge, I earn contribution points by being a good person, answering questions, and doing my job in the academy..."

"Later, relying on his extremely high talent for cultivation, he surpassed his father and became a formal wizard in the year your mother was pregnant with you, and was given the title of 'Lord of All Things'."

The girl murmured something.

"The Lord of All Things..."

Field nodded, squinting as he looked at the hazy sky in the distance.

Do you know what "Lord of All Things" means?

"The Lord of All Things refers to one who can encompass and understand all laws, control all elements and extraordinary forces, and master all methods!"

"My advisor has always wanted to take this path, but unfortunately it's impossible."

"This road is too difficult..."

"That's not just one rule, it's three thousand rules of the main world! Only by comprehending all three thousand rules can one condense the legendary 'Myriad Manifestations' Sacred Mark!"

"To this day, apart from those great True Spirit Wizards, no one has been able to reach the 'All Things' realm at the Saint Mark stage."

The girl's eyes widened.

Her father rarely talked about these things, and she didn't even know that her father had such a talented junior brother.

If what her father said is true, then this so-called "uncle" Lynn is a genius beyond compare!

The girl couldn't help but ask, "Did Uncle-Master Lin En really condense the Myriad Manifestations Sacred Mark?"

Field shook his head.

"How would I know? But it's truly unbelievable that he succeeded in just a few years, something that even his mentor couldn't accomplish in over a hundred years..."

"Perhaps he has chosen a new path."

After saying that, Field stood up and dusted off his robe.

"Let's go, let's go back."

He walked towards the small town. The girl followed behind him, but after a few steps she suddenly stopped.

"Father, were you very capable back then?"

Field didn't turn around, nor did he stop walking. "Let's not talk about the past. From now on, having you all is enough..."

His shadow stretched long in the setting sun.

The girl stood there for a while, then chased after them. The father and daughter disappeared into the streets of the small town.

...

After the announcement was made inside the Hall of the Mark of Truth, the group left the hall.

Cersei was the first to step out, her black robes swaying gently in the night breeze.

The gaunt old man followed Cersei out. He walked up to Lynn, his hands tucked into his sleeves, his head bowed, and his voice somewhat hoarse.

"Please forgive us, Lord Lynn. We were informed by the academy that a native wizard might have infiltrated our territory and that we were tasked with capturing him."

"The situation was urgent at the time, and I didn't have time to verify his identity, which caused such a big misunderstanding. I'm sorry."

As he spoke, he bent his waist slightly, a small but noticeable bend.

As a veteran Stigmata, bowing and scraping before a newly promoted Stigmata is already a great show of sincerity.

Of course, this is also related to the terrifying potential and combat power that Lynn has shown.

This child was able to reach the Saint Mark in a very short time, and his combat power is so strong that he is expected to touch the threshold of "True Spirit" in the future.

Never mess with them!

Lynn shook his head, displaying great magnanimity.

"It's alright, it's all for the sake of the academy."

The gaunt old man straightened up, glanced at Lynn, greeted the others, and then turned and left.

His figure was quickly swallowed up by the mist of the Eternal Night Cemetery.

The woman in the shadows followed the gaunt old man out and bowed slightly to Lynn in apology.

"Feel sorry."

Lynn nodded. "It's alright."

The woman turned and walked away, following the back of the withered old man. Her steps were quick, and the mist gathered behind her.

As they walked, the gaunt old man suddenly turned around and asked a question.

"Have you ever felt like you've forgotten something?"

The woman frowned, thought for a long time, and then shook her head.

"No, I don't think so..."

The gaunt old man thought about it again, feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

He waved his hand.

"Never mind, let's go."

After saying that, the two flew towards the depths of the Eternal Night Graveyard.

Even as he flew, the gaunt old man kept pondering.

What exactly did you forget?

...