Seven years later, Marshall returned from his studies.

The wild mage can no longer teach him anything.

This disciple's strength has completely surpassed him.

He chose to go home.

At this time, he has become a great magician.

The first thing he did when he came back was to run to Luke's house, wanting to share the joy with this friend he hadn't seen for many years.

Pushing open the door, Marshall shouted excitedly

"Luke! Have you ever thought about it?"

The scene inside the house was like a thunderbolt from the blue, and Marshall was stunned on the spot.

Two figures that were once familiar suddenly became less clear.

Luke and his former fiancée were having lunch, and when they saw Marshall rushing in, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

The three of them ended the day's gathering in silence.

That day, Marshall, who had always been going smoothly, suddenly became depressed.

At that time, Marshall was fully capable of killing them on the spot.

But he didn't.

One is a former best friend, and the other is a former fiancée.

He couldn't do it.

Later, Luke and Marshall formed a small mercenary group and left Windmill Town.

And she made an agreement with Aaliya that if she could come back safely, she would choose who to marry.

The final result was that he lost.

In other words, neither of them won.

One lost his friendship, the other lost everything.

Learning magic requires a strong heart.

When a person begins to question whether learning magic is the right choice, he has abandoned magic.

And the God of Magic will ruthlessly give up on that person.

Marshall, who became a Grand Magician at the age of 17.

After that, he never took a step in the field of magic in his life.

same

Luke reaches the golden level at the age of 17

He has stayed at this level forever, until now.

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"I was so busy on the road that I ignored the beautiful scenery along the way."

Marshall was drunk, he lay on the table and muttered.

"I'm sorry, my friend."

Luke's eyes were red, he drank the last glass of wine and hugged him.

"Are we still friends?"

Marshall looked at the ceiling in confusion.

"We will always be best friends!"

Luke said decisively.

"You bastard!"

Marshall suddenly stood up and punched him on the shoulder, then staggered away.

"Goose-stepping straight punch, you still remember."

This is the move that Marshall, a young boy, used to practice with Luke when he admired the mercenaries.

That was their first time.

Even after so many years, he has not forgotten this trick.

"Thanks."

Luke sat in silence for a while.

He wiped away his tears, drank the last glass of ale, and staggered out of the room.

At the door of the tavern, a woman in her thirties was anxiously looking for her husband with her infant child in her arms.

Obviously the guards said he entered the Kasha Tavern.

"Aliya."

A familiar voice sounded on the stairs.

"Let's go home."
Chapter completed!