Mage Legend

When the innkeeper brought up the lunch (which could also be considered breakfast for Lynch), the mage decided to temporarily put those questions aside.

Among the few mages on the Anriel Continent, the vast majority consider eating a burden. Especially human spellcasters, who have short lives while the magical world is nearly infinitely vast, making every minute and second extremely precious. Particularly since mages can create simple food with magic, or have their magic pets prepare some special medicinal herbs to meet the needs of their bodies, they can devote more attention to the library and laboratory.

However, Lynch was clearly not that kind of person; he still maintained a habit of eating "delicate food," and he was a decent cook himself. He often said, "Only by maintaining the same life as ordinary people can we be reminded of our ordinariness." But to others, especially Pajies, Lynch's behavior was just a way to show off his genius.

Especially this morning, for some unknown reason, Lynch felt particularly hungry, as if he had consumed a lot of energy. Although the tavern could only prepare some simple food in a hurry, the onion minced meat and fragrant small bread were enough to make the mage's fingers twitch with excitement.

"Bring me a fine light red wine." Lynch said with a smile, then added another sentence to allay the innkeeper's concerns: "Don't worry, I won't get drunk this time."

"I think it's best if you don't drink; I didn't expect you to have such a poor tolerance." The dwarf, who was most qualified to say this in the tavern, had already taken off his conspicuous silvery-white armor and changed into sturdy studded leather armor. Morgan and Wislin were grinning as they stood at the inn's entrance, eyeing the dining Lynch.

"Your cold jokes are quite comforting while the sun is still scorching." Lynch said, holding a fork: "Where have you all been?"

"Of course, making preparations, since there's still a long way to go. Did you see? I've already swapped the metal armor; otherwise, how could I withstand the cold weather?" Morgan grabbed the wooden wine jug from the innkeeper, raising the bottle: "I think there are many reasons today to make a toast."

"I think you should drink less." Wislin patted the dwarf on the shoulder. "Zilvra went to get some stuff for Soka, and she might be back in a while. Tell me, Lynch, what did you do last night?"

"I can't remember; my head still aches a bit, so getting drunk did no good." Lynch bit into the soft bread, yet started to miss the elves' sweet cookies. "I heard you were all injured; nothing serious, right? But now it seems you're all intact."

"That's for sure, that's for sure. How could tough guys like us be afraid of your fist?" Morgan took a swig, but found it too bland, so returned it to the mage: "Only Zilvra got quite hurt, initially unable to even walk—thanks to the lovely Soka girl for that... Wislin, why are you stepping on my foot?"

"A momentary slip, you know, these iron shoes make my sense of touch a bit dull." Wislin explained with a smile: "Everything is ready; I'm sorry I can't accompany you there. I have other tasks to complete."

"I understand, Wislin." Lynch looked at the knight: "If you need any help with the Paladins, we'll support you fully, just like you aided us back then. However, I've always had a question, why didn't the holy Pate hold the Great Mage Kuziman accountable? Is there some..."

"Oh, there's nothing bizarre, it's not a decision made by our Paladins." Wislin explained: "We have to obey the temple's orders, and the priests there feel that right now, the beastmen are the issue that needs to be addressed first. There's no need to start a conflict with the Mage Association over past issues at this time. But I believe everyone must answer for their actions; he will be punished someday."

"That aligns with what I estimated, but you still need to be cautious with this figure; I always feel that those mysterious folks working with him aren't simple." Lynch put down his cutlery and said solemnly: "Compared to the threat posed by the beastmen, I believe his destructiveness is greater."