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Chapter 748: Farewell and Gifts
The next morning...
"What!? You want to go back now?" Orrun exclaimed in surprise, staring at Nolan in bewilderment.
Nolan gave a slight nod. "That’s right. I have to leave now. My business here is done."
He had already obtained the two-world teleportation spell, so there was no reason for him to stay any longer.
He had to return to the camp where Evalyn was, help her finish her work, and then return to the era that was truly meant to be their home.
"This..." Orrun wanted to say something, but he didn’t know how to respond.
He had come to regard Nolan as a friend. Although their first meeting hadn’t been pleasant, Orrun had never considered him an annoying person.
After all, friendships didn’t always begin in peaceful or friendly ways.
Moreover, Nolan was an exceptionally talented mage. In his entire life, Orrun had never seen a Celestial Mage so young.
"Why? Are you afraid I’m leaving? I didn’t expect you to be so emotional, old man. It seems I was wrong all this time. I’m sorry." Nolan smiled mockingly.
Orrun: "..."
The corner of Orrun’s mouth twitched, and the urge to punch the damn kid in front of him surged within him.
However, a moment later, he calmed down and let out a small sigh.
"Why do you want to leave so soon? With your power, your future is limitless. How about joining the Tower of Silence and becoming a professor? Don’t worry, I’ll handle the paperwork. You won’t have to take any tests or anything," Orrun offered with a serious expression.
Talent like Nolan’s was extremely rare—almost impossible to encounter twice in a lifetime.
That was why Orrun wanted to bring him into the Tower of Silence. Aside from strengthening the Tower, it would also tie Nolan to the institution.
That way, Nolan would stay and help him complete many other seemingly impossible projects in the future.
But Nolan shook his head, remaining firm in his refusal.
"Sorry, old man. I’m a free man, and I won’t be bound to any power. That’s my life’s motto," he replied without a shred of hesitation.
He appreciated Orrun’s kindness, and he understood how great the benefits of becoming a professor at the Tower of Silence would be.
It was a position most mages in this world could only dream of.
Yet did Nolan lack those things?
Of course not.
Status, wealth, and glory meant nothing to him. They were fleeting things that would only become burdens in the future.
And most importantly, he wasn’t from this era. He was merely a stranger who had been flung a thousand years into the past—someone who would return once everything was settled.
Orrun was surprised by his refusal. If it were anyone else, they would surely have been tempted. Even if they refused, there would at least be a moment of hesitation.
But Nolan rejected it immediately, showing remarkable resolve.
Orrun could only fall silent before finally letting out a long sigh.
His interactions with Nolan over the past few days had made him realize that this man was even more stubborn than he was.
Since Nolan didn’t want to stay, there was no way to force him. Orrun could only watch helplessly as such extraordinary talent walked away, vanishing just like that.
But suddenly, he remembered something and hurriedly ran to his desk.
He opened the drawer and took out a black token before returning to Nolan’s side.
"Take it," he said, handing the token over.
Nolan didn’t take it immediately. Instead, he asked, "What is this token?"
Seeing Nolan still wary, Orrun felt a twinge of annoyance, though he had no real reason to be angry.
He then explained irritably, "This is a token of honor. As long as you have it, you’ll be an honorary professor of the Tower of Silence. You’ll retain the status and privileges of a high-ranking professor, but you won’t be required to stay at the Tower of Silence."
There was only one token like this in the entire Tower of Silence. As it happened, Orrun had made a great contribution by creating three thousand types of magic throughout his life, which had led to the Tower’s rapid growth.
As a reward, he had been given this token, along with the authority to one day pass it on to someone he trusted.
In a sense, it was a lifetime privilege—without any obligation to work.
Nolan was surprised. He hadn’t expected the old man to value him so highly.
At the same time, he felt a mix of relief and faint emotion. Beneath Orrun’s cold and stubborn exterior, he was actually a good person.
In the end, Nolan didn’t refuse and merely nodded reluctantly.
"Since you’re forcing me, I have no choice but to accept it."
With a helpless expression, he took the token and slipped it into his pocket.
Orrun: "..."
He thought he was already shameless enough. But who would’ve thought this damn kid was even worse than him?
"Get lost! I’m sick of looking at you," Orrun grumbled irritably, waving his hand.
Nolan chuckled softly, clearly amused by his irritation.
"Oh, right, old man." Nolan suddenly remembered something and said, "About that two-world teleportation spell... could you not include it in the spell catalog?"
Orrun was taken aback. The irritation on his face faded, replaced by curiosity.
"Why?" he asked without thinking.
"To prevent future chaos," Nolan replied in a grave tone. He crossed his arms and continued, "If mages learn they can travel to the world where heroes are born, chaos will break out there. That peaceful world would surely be destroyed by people with evil intentions. You understand what I mean, don’t you?"
Nolan didn’t want Earth—the place where he was born—to fall into chaos just because of a few ambitious mages.
Although he had severed ties with that world, it was still his birthplace and the home of the people he cared about.
Orrun processed his words and found them reasonable.
"Don’t worry. I’ll keep that magic formula with me until I die," Orrun assured him earnestly.
His original purpose in creating the two-world teleportation spell had simply been to prove he could develop a more efficient summoning spell.
Once his goal was achieved, he would keep the magic to himself and never let anyone else know about it—except for himself and Nolan.
"I trust you," Nolan said softly. "And thank you."
Orrun smiled in response. The two exchanged a few brief words until Nolan finally decided to leave.
Suddenly, Nolan remembered something. He opened his palm, and a vial containing a light blue liquid appeared in his hand.
He tossed it over, and Orrun caught it deftly.
"What is this?" Orrun asked curiously.
"It’s a mana-capacity-boosting potion. Drink it, and your deficiency will be resolved," Nolan explained briefly.
Orrun’s eyes widened in surprise. His mana capacity was indeed quite limited for someone of his caliber.
He hadn’t expected Nolan to give him such a precious treasure.
Just as he was about to say thank you, Nolan had already vanished from sight.