Chapter 147 Immortality

In the underground laboratory, Wright excitedly took the spiritual weapon floating in the air, which was as transparent as a gem.

Its overall color is transparent, with silvery-white light constantly jumping in the middle.

Holding the spiritual weapon gently, Wright could feel its strange fluctuations, as if it was resonating with his own magic power every moment.

However, it lacks the seductive and depraved terrifying allure of the original Philosopher's Stone.

Feeling the spiritual weapon in his hand that looked like a work of art, Wright was certain of one thing and muttered, "Ten times!"

Only ten times. Currently, the magic essence that this spiritual weapon can condense is only enough for ten times!

When Wright came to this conclusion, he felt a chill in his back teeth when he thought of the original Philosopher's Stone.

How many wizards must have been killed to produce the Philosopher's Stone, which can produce a large amount of magic essence?

After his back teeth had cooled down, Wright took the spiritual tool and was about to make a bottle of elixir of life.

But he found that the lights in the laboratory were much dimmer, and Wright understood this.

This is because after he extracted a huge amount of magic power, the magic power of the entire house could not be allocated to keep up.

Thinking of this, Wright was startled, as if he had thought of something, and ran upstairs quickly.

As soon as I ran to the living room, I saw Nicolas Flamel leaning on the sofa and gasping for breath. It was obvious that he had not yet recovered from the magical pressure brought by the spiritual weapon.

"Teacher!" Wright shouted in panic, walked quickly forward, and reached out to gently support him.

"It's okay! It's okay!"

Nicolas Flamel waved his hand slightly, indicating that Wright should not be nervous.

At the same time, he whispered: "I knew you would succeed, but I didn't expect it to be so soon."

"Teacher! I will prepare the elixir of immortality for you now!" After helping the old man onto the sofa, Wright ran to the basement.

When he walked to the door of the living room, he found that the exit was blocked by bookshelves.

Nicolas Flamel called the puzzled Leiter over and explained in a gentle voice:

"When I handed the Philosopher's Stone to Dumbledore, I had already made the decision to embark on the path that everyone will take."

"Until! He brought me your theory, and it allowed me to erase my last regret in these last moments!"

"That's why I chose to teach you! Wright, you are very talented and excellent."

"Whether it's modern alchemy or the study of magic, this is far beyond my reach."

"I was worried that you would be obsessed with the mystery of the Philosopher's Stone and unable to extricate yourself!"

As he spoke, Nicolas Flamel took out a notebook, looked at Wright kindly, and said softly:

"Your future is bright, and I shouldn't have concluded that you would go astray based on my own imagination."

"These are all the results of your research. You are my most outstanding student!"

Gently taking the notebook handed over by Nicolas Flamel and looking at his dying body, Wright couldn't help but ask:

"Teacher, why don't you wait a moment? It doesn't matter if you don't have the Philosopher's Stone. I will teach you how to make a spiritual weapon!"

Nicolas Flamel's body was on the verge of collapse, and his words now were completely his last words.

Seeing the anxious and sad Leiter, Nicolas Flamel shook his head gently and said comfortingly:

"Everything has its limits. The power of the elixir of immortality is only to prolong life, not immortality!"

"My child, everyone will die! If I hadn't wanted to meet you, I might have already embarked on that path."

It is not easy to get through more than six hundred years of hardships. A failing body, the departure of friends, and a person who desires immortality...!

All of this is torturous, and they are all going through it in the company of their loved ones. However, they are in love and no longer want each other to go through such a life.

He should have left in Devon with his beloved wife, embarking on the path that should have been taken long ago.

However, I have made up for my regrets now, which is really good.

When he suddenly learned that Nicolas Flamel was about to die, Wright's eyes reddened and he felt depressed!

During the two months here, he felt that he had lived a fulfilling and happy life.

Similarly, he regarded this kind old man as his elder and had been studying spiritual weapons, not wanting him to be disappointed.

"Death is not that scary! Dumbledore once said: Death is just another great adventure."

Nicolas Flamel comforted the depressed Wright, then took out an antique ring and gave it to Wright.

"This is a ring that contains all my books, as well as records of all the bloody and horrific experiments during the dark millennium."

"I believe you can use them in the right place!"

Looking at the ring, Nicolas Flamel murmured, his eyes full of sadness.

Wright took the quaint ring seriously and felt what it represented.

After a long silence, Wright said to Nicolas Flamel solemnly: "Can I stay? I hope to accompany you on this last journey!"

Looking at Wright with a serious expression, Nicolas Flamel smiled and waved his hand, pointing around, and comforted him:

"I'm very happy that you have this intention! But no need, in these last moments, let me quietly recall my life!"

Seeing Nicolas Flamel so determined, Wright had no choice but to follow his idea.

Having spent this free afternoon with their teacher, both Wright and Nicolas Flamel knew that this would be the last afternoon.

"Well, it's almost time! You're leaving tomorrow! Time to get ready."

The teacher smiled kindly, but Wright felt very sad. This afternoon, both of them only discussed alchemy knowledge and deliberately avoided the issue of death.

At Nicolas Flamel's urging, Wright returned to his room in great frustration, packed his things, and prepared to go to school.

The next day, early in the morning!

Wright loaded everything into the space equipment just like when he came.

After slowly finishing his breakfast, Light forced himself to put on a happy expression and said goodbye to Nicolas Flamel.

Nicolas Flamel also responded to Wright's smile with a smile.

Just like when Wright came, this elderly man was standing at the door.

I waved to him, but the difference was that this time it was a farewell!

In response to the old man's gesture, Wright nodded heavily with red eyes, turned around and left.

Nicolas Flamel looked at Wright with a smile as he left, and finally turned around to look at the house where he had been living.

Then, he tremblingly pushed open the door of the house, and a huge amount of magic power instantly enveloped the space.

Wright, who had not yet left, seemed to be in a trance. In the surging magic, he seemed to see an elderly woman, accompanied by an equally elderly man, walking away.

Looking at this scene, Wright's eyes were blurred, and he murmured: "How much love does it take to deserve such a long-lasting love for more than 600 years!"