The reason was still those poisonous crocodiles deep in the Black Swamp.
Hibell had escaped trouble due to some urgent matter, but others were not so fortunate, including the two from the hillside cottage.
No one expected the crocodiles' toxin to be so potent. Merely the escaping vapor was enough to overwhelm even an Advanced Wizard Apprentice.
After enduring for a time, the tutor and apprentice both passed away.
Carl was on good terms with Heidi and her brother, Lawson. He had also invested in Heidi's business and naturally came to attend the funeral.
"Carl!"
Heidi, wearing a dark mourning dress, her face etched with profound sadness, approached, her voice hoarse.
"Heidi, my friend," Carl sighed. "It's unthinkable. I still vividly remember Lawson speaking, and now..."
"Ah!"
"I believe Lawson's Dead Soul has gone to the true Wizard World. We should wish him liberation."
