Like when he invited Feila before the war more than a hundred years ago, he was sitting at the dining table in a black robe that had not changed for many years. The staff inlaid with a few gems on the top was placed aside, which was where he could touch it. He was still so thin, and the aura around him was still so cold. The long corridor was like a time tunnel. Through this corridor, Panis was like traveling through a sad dream that had lasted for more than a hundred years. When he woke up again, he returned to a hundred years ago and the original.

But unfortunately, the corridor is just a corridor and will never become a time tunnel. Panis cannot go back a hundred years ago, and Phella will never go back. The time spent will never start over again, just like the current Phella. The former Phella was powerful and proud, the demigod wizard who was at the top of humanity, and the lord with a vast land. A few syllables from his thin lips can make the stars fall and the earth collapse. Faced with such a strong man, no matter how powerful and terrible the enemy is, he must bow his head respectfully. However, in the face of ruthless time, all kinds of strong man must surrender, just like Phella is now.

Now Feila is still trying hard to sit in front of the table, still trying hard to straighten her back and maintain her pride. But no matter how hard he tries, he can only support the table with his arms to maintain his body stability. From a distance through the transparent crystal, his pale and thin face is covered with crisscrossing wrinkles, and the skin and muscles on his face are shriveled, like a dry bark. Feila's chest is surrounded by a large square scarf, one arm supports the table, and the other hand is holding a spoon, cutting the plate into pieces and mixing the food and putting it in.

In his mouth, however, his hands that could hold the reagent bottle to test were trembling violently, and his hands that were trembling and even close to the twitching were unable to put the spoon in his mouth after several attempts. The pieces of food in the spoon fell slowly with the trembling hands, and soon only a few pieces remained in the spoon. Most of them had fallen on the table and even the square towel on his chest as they shook. However, Fila still did not give up. After several efforts, she finally brought the spoon into her mouth and took it out. She began to struggle with the food on the plate again.

Several maids who were taking care of him were standing on both sides. When they saw this, they had no intention of helping. They just watched him poke the spoon on his face again and again until his face was covered with food residue.

"Master Fera..." Catherine could hardly believe her eyes. The Knight Girl had fantasized about the scene when facing a hero countless times, and even imagined that Fella would be bedridden like Cristo, but she never expected to see this scene. A powerful person could not even eat by herself now. Catherine bit her lips and remained silent for a long time, and suddenly turned around and asked Felek: "Why don't those maids go to help? Why do the four maids, why can't they feed the master to eat when they see him eating so hard?"

Felek shook his head, his smile on his face was full of bitterness, and he lowered his voice and said, "You don't understand how proud the teacher is. He doesn't allow himself to take care of his life. He doesn't allow himself to eat, change clothes, and go to the toilet. He insists on doing all these things by himself. No one wants to help, and he will even get angry and scold those who want to help. You don't know how much effort it took to get the teacher to agree that the maid would chop the food for him. Most of the classmates from different stages rushed back. He surrounded the teacher and persuaded him for several days before the teacher reluctantly agreed."

"Why do you need to chop the food?" Catherine asked subconsciously, but in a blink of an eye she figured out the reason, shook her head and said, "Oh. Master, can't chew these foods anymore?"

"But, this, this, this, this, this..." Vivian also frowned with unbearable expression, and clenched her fists tightly, gritting her teeth and said, "Even if she persists like this, it will be ugly."

"So the teacher has never made a promising banquet in recent years." Felek sighed and said, "And outsiders are never allowed to be present during meals. Even if we students, we should try not to let us see it."

Everyone suddenly closed their mouths, and the corridor fell into a dead silence. Everyone was just looking at an old man who was dying from a distance through the transparent walls, and they were still using their greatest strength to maintain their only dignity. Perhaps for most people, at this age, their bodies were troubled by diseases, and it was no wonder that they would leave their lives to their servants for care, but Feila's pride did not allow him to do so. The powerful Feila, the wisdom Feila, the Feila who could destroy a city with his hands, would never allow himself to bow to time and disease. Even if he wanted to crawl forward, he would raise his head and climb forward proudly.

"This is what you want us to see." Panis never said a word since he saw Feila, and his eyes never left his old friend for a second. At this time, he finally slowly withdrew his gaze, without any expression on his face, but with a strong sad look in his eyes, and said to Felek: "We already understand his current state. You don't have to worry. We will handle everything as soon as possible, and we will not disturb him for too long, nor make excessive demands. Don't worry."

"Thank you very much." Ferek solemnly bowed to the few people and thanked everyone very seriously: "I know that there must be something important for you to visit the teacher, and I have not stopped you from your thoughts, but I must protect my teacher, so I have to use this method to persuade everyone. Thank you for your understanding."

"But, is it okay for us to stand here like this?" Panis's face was still as heavy as a pool of stagnant water: "If he raised his head, he could see us, would he be very panicked then?"

"Ha, don't worry, the teacher can't see us." The smile on Felek's face became even more bitter, and he couldn't see the difference between crying: "After a distance of more than one meter, the teacher can only rely on his body shape to distinguish the characters. If he is a little further away, even if anyone can't tell the difference there. We are at least ten meters away from the teacher, and there is a crystal wall in the middle. Although it is transparent, it will still have some impact, so there is no need to worry that the teacher will see us."

"Huh, it seems that it is not only vision and hearing in the six senses." Panis shook his head and said, "Have even energy sensing become so dull?"

"The ability of energy sensing is slightly better than you think." Felek finally said good news: "It is mainly because during the construction of the magic tower, a part of the function of disrupting energy sensing is added to the entire tower's range, which can only be avoided in a few rooms. So with this layer of shielding, it is normal for the teacher to not sense you. After all, this ability of sensing has dropped significantly with age."

Panis said softly, closed his mouth, and the corridor fell into silence again. With an extremely complicated mood, everyone quietly watched the old man ten meters away sending food into his mouth and sprinkling it on his body. Every movement was focused, as if he had devoted himself to his whole body and mind when he was standing in front of the laboratory bench.

I don't know how long it took, but the old man finally finished eating or spilling the plate in front of him, took the napkin handed over by the maid. Even though his hand was not holding anything when he stretched out, he still maintained violent shaking. It seemed that as long as he used his strength, his right hand would twitch uncontrollably and could not stop it.

"I'll go and inform you, masters, wait." It was not until he watched his teacher finish lunch painfully that Felek took a long sip, as if he was experiencing the pain, and even sweat oozed out of his forehead. He said bitterly: "The room next door surrounded by opaque walls is the teacher's private reception room. Otherwise, you can sit there for a while and the teacher will pass by soon."

"No need." Panis refused, "Wait a moment, he has finished cleaning himself, and you can go in and report it. Just say we have just arrived, and I insisted that you take us here directly, so that he will not be angry with you because of this."

"Okay." Felek thought for a while, nodded with a wry smile, "Then let's wait a little longer."

He said he had waited for a while, but in fact, the eight people stood there for another ten minutes. Seeing Feila carefully wiping the stains on her hands and face with a napkin, then reached behind her neck and took off the square scarf around her chest. Every movement of his movement was very slow, as if it was slow motion. It took nearly two minutes to take off the scarf just by taking off the square scarf.

Fortunately, he insisted that he didn't do much. Apart from washing his hands and face and taking off his napkins, the rest were quickly completed by four maids. Until everything was over, the maids brought the black tea after the meal to the old man, Panis signaled: "Okay, you go and report it, thank you."

Felek responded, walked quickly to the restaurant door, and waited for a few seconds after knocking on the door before flashing into the restaurant. The sound insulation effect of the building was very good. The girls could not hear the sound inside through a wall. They only saw Felek lowering his hands and walked respectfully to Feila. He first bowed to his teacher, then bent down and leaned over to the teacher's ear and said a few words.
Chapter completed!