Mage Legend

In such a banquet setting, openly using spells is obviously not allowed unless someone can completely eliminate all the anomalies caused by the spells. Ambit clearly has that ability, and Lynch is no less skilled. It was just a "pain technique," often used to warn and discipline those disobedient mage apprentices. Lynch had never suffered from this spell due to performance issues in the past, and his current strength ensured that no one would use it on him. At the Queen's banquet, he deliberately suppressed all spells with automatic counterattack functions, swiftly absorbing the incoming spell energy, and continued observing the guests' movements.

Ambit paused for a moment and then looked at the Elf Queen. He had already assumed that the elf Lynch was impersonating belonged to Hernfurry. Slightly amazed by the spell techniques of the Elf Kingdom, he began whispering with those around him.

The discussions at the banquet were filled with vague nonsense, with polite conversations masking everyone's true desires. This scene quickly made Lynch feel fatigued and somewhat annoyed. He took advantage of a moment when no one was watching to sneak out of the banquet hall.

Cerinsan was also outside the banquet hall, standing on the terrace, lightly leaning against the railing. The mage's footsteps caused her to turn her head slightly, her big eyes blinking twice, and she said, "Are you an elf too?"

Lynch still couldn't understand how the other party saw through the spells on him, whether it was invisibility or transformation. However, in front of such a beautiful woman, any lies and cover-ups were a form of torment. Lynch had already experienced this once, so this time he directly dispelled the spell and stood beside Cerinsan.

"Oh, it's Mr. Wizde." There wasn't a trace of surprise in the elf's voice. She said, "Did you sneak out of the banquet too?"

"My disguises are always seen through by enchanting elf ladies like you, causing a huge rift in my confidence that can only be filled by the moist and fresh air." Lynch glanced at her again and then said, "Alright, I don't want to be a spy anymore; it's such a tiresome job."

"I don't think you became an observer because of the dwarves—the word 'spy' is very unfitting for you," Cerinsan said. "You're observing the people at these meetings for your own interests, aren't you? Which side will you stand on?"

"With my friends." Lynch said without hesitation. "Among all things, only a friend's words can change my mind. I hate change, so I naturally want to be with my friends."

"Your reason for change is very far-fetched; you might as well say..." Cerinsan started to say, but then suddenly thought of her own emotional situation and stopped talking. The elf cast her gaze toward the lake, with a touch of sadness, not saying another word.

Lynch shrugged and stood beside Cerinsan. A small boat was now sailing from the opposite shore towards Heather, carrying two people besides the helmsman. With just a glance, Lynch recognized them. One was the Paladin Macken, or rather, the Light God Pate; the other was the person the Elf Queen had asked him to find and protect, the half-elf prophesied to become the Savior.

As the mage's power grew stronger, he was better able to understand the powers possessed by those stronger than him. In the past, Lynch observing those great mages felt their powers were unfathomable, difficult to comprehend; but now he viewed all the spells flowing through Ambit like appreciating an elf's sketch, elegant, simple, and with clear lines. The only thing that puzzled him was the so-called divine power. Macken possessed this power, and Lynch speculated that the knight might be possessed by the Light God? Divine power cannot be said to be necessarily stronger than the Magic Origin because their natures are entirely different.

"Another guest has arrived." Cerinsan seemed to care a lot about this opportunity, carefully checking her attire, then bowed slightly to Lynch: "Please forgive me, I need to go to the lake to welcome the new guest. I wish you enjoy the banquet."

"Alright, goodbye." Lynch transformed back into his elf form, but after watching Cerinsan leave, he remained on the terrace, not returning to the banquet hall immediately.

He could imagine what the scene would be like when someone like Macken entered the banquet hall. Although he would deliberately suppress his power, it would still cause some ordinary people to feel admiration. Except for the Elf Queen and the Great Mage, probably everyone else would once again be shocked and excited, right? What would Wislin and Kuboert do? They are followers of the Light God!

"Damn it, looks like I still have to go back. Can't let those two guys agree to anything in a bewildering situation." Lynch pulled back the curtain and returned to the banquet hall, standing behind Wislin, using his abilities to help these people maintain clear minds.

After a while, Knight Macken entered the banquet hall, appearing travel-worn, yet he had not the slightest trace of fatigue or weariness. The moment his confident steps entered the hall, his smile already won over most of those present. No one doubted his wisdom and strength, just as no one would question the Elf Queen's purity and nobility. And the half-elf behind him, under Macken's aura, appeared gentle and kind, exuding a pleasant sense of familiarity.

This was the first time Lynch came face-to-face with the legendary "Savior," having only seen images of him in prophecy before, not even knowing his name. When the two were seated, the Elf Queen didn't introduce them, perhaps wanting these two people to introduce themselves, or maybe she didn't know the name of the half-elf—if she knew, she would most likely have already told Lynch.

"Friends, brothers." Knight Macken began to speak: "We are people from the northern wasteland, apologies for being late, after all, the journey there isn't easy."

"We can understand that, sir." Wislin said. He felt uncomfortable being sandwiched between two auras, wanting to do something to dispel that stifling feeling. He said: "I also come from the north, so I can fully understand what you mean. But sir, what are you doing in the northern tundra? To my knowledge, it's the territory of the beastmen."

"We are doing the same as you are doing." Knight Macken replied with a smile: "To bring light and justice back into this world. Now please allow me to introduce, this young general beside me is hope—Commander Bakaris."

The half-elf smiled and nodded to everyone, without a trace of pride or deliberate humility, his expression as calm and gentle as when he first entered the room. Bakaris' current demeanor seemed to justify the title bestowed by Macken, a title and duty that seemed naturally his. Many raised their glasses to him in respect, having accepted in their hearts this notion of "a young general of hope."

Lynch placed a hand on Wislin's shoulder, sending a cool sensation to help him organize his thoughts and avoid slipping into a frenzy; Kuboert also received the same treatment, but neither of them noticed the hand on their shoulder, only feeling a pressure around them. Elf Queen Hernfurry, Great Mage Ambit, and Knight Macken all turned their eyes towards this strangely behaving elf.

Lynch displayed a friendly smile.