Wizard: I Can Refine Everything

Chapter 280: Chapter 1 Ring 3 Wizard Jolod

The Wizard World remained the same as before, and more than sixty years isn’t considered particularly long for wizards.

After returning to the Wizard World, Richard immediately renewed the lease on his Wizard Tower.

The Tower of Truth had specific policies for wizards participating in expeditions to other planes. If a wizard had to leave the Tower of Truth for an extended period due to such expeditions, they could choose to have their lease on the residential floors refunded and the Wizard Tower mothballed.

If a wizard died in battle, the Wizard Tower would be reclaimed by the Tower of Truth, and the items within would be distributed according to the wizard’s will. If they did not die, the wizard only needed to renew the lease to continue using the Wizard Tower.

After renewing the lease, Richard returned to his Wizard Tower.

Looking at the two new graves in the backyard of the Wizard Tower, Richard sighed.

“Ah, non-human servants are great, it’s just that their lifespans are too short.”

Richard also experienced the helplessness of the longevity species. The war in the Red Sun World felt to him like it had only been a few years, but for short-lived species, it was a major part of their lives.

“I need to change servants in the future. Even without naming them, just looking at these graves feels quite saddening.”

Due to the death of the non-human servants, Richard’s Wizard Tower had been unattended for decades; weeds overran the front and back yards, and dust covered the rooms.

Richard had no choice but to clean up himself.

Just as he was clearing the weeds in the front yard, a surprised voice suddenly came from behind him.

“Richard, you’re back!”

Turning around, Richard saw Ali, clad in flames, looking at him excitedly.

She clearly knew about his role as a technical advisor in the Plane War, and before he had left, they had been intimately together for a long time.

Ali was even scared that Richard might not return and wanted to have a child, but Richard had firmly refused.

He was still young, only a little over three hundred years old; taking on such ties would just be asking for trouble.

“Yes, just got back,” Richard pointed to the cut grass on the ground, “I’m tidying up the house.”