Seeing his old friend in the wheelchair, Jolod fell silent for a moment and sighed.
Leo's condition was like an oil-lamp sputtering out, his soul structure had undergone irreversible collapse. Moreover, this collapse, through its connection with the body, had already reflected on his physical form.
Those alchemy machines weren't even treating Leo; their purpose was to numb his senses, to spare him the pain of his body's collapse.
Jolod took the Space Beacon and passed over a bag of Magic Essence, then slowly spoke.
"Old friend, do you need my help with anything?"
Leo pondered for a moment and calmly replied,
"I don't need your help with anything. I still have a student who hasn't died. If I pass away, he will come to collect my body and, by the way, inherit this Wizard Tower."
Jolod nodded, "It's good to have someone collect your body, remember to give your student the address of your grave."
