7 A Pathetic Master Swordsman 6yr

Translator: Nyoi_Bo_StudioEditor: Nyoi_Bo_Studio

"Is this what you’ve packed?" Saul asked with a dull look in his eyes.

"Yes." Anfey gave a coy smile. He packed very simply: two pieces of worn out clothes, a few packages of fish jerky, and a stick which looked like a wand but could not perform any magic. There was even a crab freely blowing bubbles on Anfey’s shoulder.

"Yagor was an archmage, his possessions should not be… so few, right?" Saul asked, not sure whether he should laugh or cry.

"Those are my master’s possessions, not mine," Anfey responded.

"But… Yagor is dead, and you are his only apprentice. I believe you have the right to keep his possessions."

"No, not exactly!" Anfey answered. There was stubbornness in his voice. "Archmage Yagor’s grave is here, and he will be lonely on this deserted island. Let his collection stay with him. If I am determined and work hard, I believe my future achievements would not be less than Archmage Yagor’s."

Unbelievable! Unbelievable! What a decent young man! Saul was touched from the bottom of his heart. He did not know how talented this young man was, but he was for sure one of the best—no, he was the best in terms of morality. Saul was jealous that Ya