Aking up from the dream again, the old man sat up on his own, as if he were the most sophisticated machine, and put on his favorite old sweater, even if it had run out of line, even if the beige sweater was now a little pale.

He buttoned them one by one, and his slender hands had lost all their muscles, leaving behind a skin covered with bones, full of wrinkles, full of the vicissitudes of time.

He took the patched black slim pants from a nearby chair, put them on, and buckled the old leather belt to the buttons of the pants.

The last clasp is already a little bigger.

With such an exclamation, the old man changed into black leather shoes, which were very old, but they were a birthday gift that he had kept for a long time.

Outside the window, it was snowing in the city, and the old man turned on the arcane lamp by the window, and he stood up and walked to the bathroom.

Wash your face and brush your teeth, just like ever.

The skin of the bearded face was a little wrinkled, and the old man carefully wiped it, but wiped off a piece of skin, and the dark red flesh inside seemed to be necrotic.

You're on your last day, old fellow.

Looking at himself in the mirror, the old man sighed and walked out of the bathroom.

He paused for a moment by the cabinet, which was filled with picture frames and picture frames.

There are portraits of myself and my mentor when I am young, photos of myself and my children in middle age, and a color photo with my last two apprentices a few days ago.

These will be Colin's.

And this room will also be inherited by Colin.

It's just that he won't live here, because the suffering that his sect has borne is about to end, and there is no need for sacrifice after himself, let alone anyone to live with suffering for the rest of his life.

The old man turned and looked at the portrait on the wall, which was his first apprentice, and the young man had a smile on his face.

Walking over to the hanger, the old man reached out and trembled to take his flat hat—a testament to the existence of the sect.

They changed their faith and changed the object of their prostration, just to seal the evil god away...... Now, it's coming to an end, and it's a happy thing.

The old man sighed, put on the priest's trench coat, and wrapped his scarf around his neck before walking towards the door.

After taking a few steps, the old man felt the arcane lamp dim, and a young girl's call seemed to come from behind him.

Hoffman, it's me.

…… The old man stopped, his hand pressed on the handle, but he couldn't turn it.

Hoffman, it's me, what's wrong with you, why don't you look at me.

The old man shuddered, and eventually cloudy tears rolled down the corners of his wrinkled eyes.

His instinct wanted to turn around, his heart wanted to hug the owner of that voice, but he himself ...... I can't remember who the owner of this voice is.

So, the old man finally turned the handle.

Because everything is already in the past, the owner of such a voice did not appear in his life.

At this moment, the room lit up again.

The old man pushed open the door and turned his head to look into the room, but found nothing.

It was as if the call was nothing more than a hallucination in his head.

Walking to the end of the corridor, the old man was on crutches, and when he passed the first door, the door unexpectedly opened a small slit, revealing a small face through the crack.

Mentors.

She called out.

The old man smiled and nodded.

Then the crack in the door opened, and the little girl poked her head out.

Tutor, where are you going?

To witness my end, to depict my end, to fulfill my mission.

The old man stretched out his hand and rubbed his little head.

Can you not go?

She looked at him, full of anticipation, full of begging.

The old man shook his head and moved on.

It was the room of her first female apprentice, who later became a man and eventually married an apprentice to the church.

She and her husband had died thirty-seven years earlier.

Is it here to see you off?

The old man sighed and came to the second door.

The room, which had been empty, was now filled with old furniture, and a young man leaned against the door.

Old guy, I gave you a sweater, and you're still wearing it.

The old man smiled and nodded, and he reached out and hugged the child.

"Carl, I'm leaving."

The old man said.

I know, mentor...... We meet again in the Paradise of the Goddess of Harvest.

The young man smiled and nodded, then turned and closed the door.

The smile on the old man's face faded, and he moved on, this was his favorite apprentice, and he treated this child as he did his own son.

He also lived up to his expectations, and at a young age he had already become a terrific Ladder Five.

Then, he was never promoted, as his fate came to an end, and long ago, he was killed in a battle during a chaotic invasion of the Fort Carter area, and finally failed to recover his bones.

Who else will be waiting for you.

The old man struggled to move forward, and at last in front of the third door, he saw a young man, who smiled a little shyly.

Mentor, good morning.

The old man nodded, weeping again, and he reached out and rubbed the child's head.

"Good morning." The old man said.

Mentor, how did the scarf I sent you so torn so much.

"I'm sorry, the mentor broke it." The old man struggled to make himself laugh.

Forget it, I'll buy you another one next time I work...... By the way, Mentor, where are you going?

The old man knelt down and reached out to hug the child.

"The mentor is old and has to fulfill his mission."

The old man said this, and at the same time reached out to wipe the broken hair from the child's forehead, and kissed him lightly on the forehead.

Instructor ...... Will we ever see you again.

The child seemed to know something, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

The old man smiled and nodded.

"I'll see you soon."

The old man stood up with his grip on the door frame, and finally rubbed the child's little head: "Come into the room, don't catch a cold, the tutor will come to you with your favorite snack." ”

Well, I'll wait for the tutor.

The child smiled and closed the door, and before it closed, he beckoned to the old man.

Mentor, goodbye.

The old man nodded, saw the door closed, and then continued to walk.

At the same time, tears welled up in his eyes.

Mill Dolan, the most sensible apprentice the old man has ever seen in his life, but during a Chaos siege, he was captured by the Chaos cultists in the city, and in the end, the old man could only find the last of his wreckage from the cauldron.

As the old man walked through the fourth door, he turned his head and glanced at the woman standing in front of the door, who was smiling at him.

Good morning, mentor.

"Morning, my child." The old man smiled.

Everyone is waiting for you in the front hall.

She said so, then reached out and helped the old man forward.

Passing through the door at the end of the hallway, the old man saw the large and small apprentices standing in the hall.

He saw Mill with his little children, Carl and the young men smiling at him, and the children who were lucky enough to live to the end of their lives because they were getting older.

Tutor, where are you going?

The woman next to her asked.

To accomplish my mission.

As the old man said this, he stretched out his hand and brushed the woman's hand away.

I'm going to go on my own.

He walked towards his children.

Hug them one by one.

While hugging the last girl, she looked at him with curiosity.

Mentor, what's wrong with Senior Brother Am, why didn't he come, and many senior brothers and sisters didn't come.

This is Sophia, Sophia Michel.

Colin's last apprentice before him.

The old man shook his head.

They are waiting for me.

Are they waiting for you? Where is it?

Far away, children.

The old man clapped his hands.

His apprentices looked at him.

I'm leaving, completing my last mission, telling you the good news, from now on, no one will come to inherit me, it's over, our sect will no longer have containers, everything...... It's over.

The children didn't seem to understand, but the old man smiled and said goodbye to them one by one.

Mentor, don't go.

The children were holding him back.

The old man didn't look back, he just walked to the gate that led to the outside.

Place your hand on the door.

At this moment, a small hand pressed on his hand.

Hoffman, it's me, Natalie.

The old man turned his head and looked at the girl in front of him, who rubbed her head a little dotingly.

Then, turn the handle vigorously.

The world outside the door was cold to the bone, and his apprentice Colin stood in front of him, stretched out his hand, and held his arm: "Mentor, let's go." ”

The old man turned his head and looked at the brightly lit but extremely empty hall.

This one, the other hand held up his other hand.

He turned his head and saw his last apprentice.

"Mentor, let's go." The kid named Marin looked at him with a smile on his face.

“…… Let's go. He nodded, a smile on his face.