Mage Legend
Chapter 377: Travel and Travel Beyond Travel - Four Is it a curse?_3

Chapter 377: Travel and Travel Beyond Travel Chapter Four Is it a curse?_3

"No, I’ve always been in the Underdark." Lynch touched his nose and said, "Holding a funeral for a mage like me, and conducting it so publicly, there must be a special purpose. First of all, I’m a Haisas person, doing this will undoubtedly improve the image of Holy Pate among the people of Haisas. It’s likely to facilitate alliances or aid between the two countries; furthermore, I’m also a mage. Promoting this extensive funeral can make the Mage Association develop some goodwill towards Holy Pate. It seems, Holy Pate has reached the point where they need foreign aid. It looks like this battle will last a long time."

"Yes, we didn’t expect it to come to this situation." Wislin said, "After Moon Harbor City, a large number of Beastmen took advantage of the situation and invaded. They were very successful in plundering last year’s grain. So, the number of Beastmen, which was supposed to be drastically reduced in the winter, remained at a high level. Our cavalry and warriors are struggling to cope; there are just too many of those damn Beastmen. Now we are merely maintaining a stalemate, entering a period of deadlock. However, our warriors can’t endure such prolonged consumption."

Everyone listened to Wislin’s words and fell into contemplation. If the northern Holy Pate is occupied by the Beastmen, or if they stay on that land for too long, several neighboring countries bordering Holy Pate will face disaster. Beastmen aren’t good at much else, but their reproduction rate far exceeds that of other races. The larger the area they occupy, the more severe the harm they cause.

"It seems my resurrection came at the wrong time," Lynch smiled self-deprecatingly, "Now, the plans of those people in Pate are completely disrupted."

The door of the inn was pushed open, and the priest entered alone. He came before Lynch, looking him up and down. Zilvra’s hand went to the hilt of her sword, staring right at the man’s neck with a fierce gaze.

"Are you Lynch, Lynch von Dutchland?" the priest asked, "My name is Kuboert, I’m a bishop from the Pate Temple. The key question now is whether you are the mage Lynch."

Lynch looked at this middle-aged man, whose steadfast brows were full of anxiety, and his thick lips seemed to be "well-trained", undoubtedly the most important "magic artifact" for presiding over various ceremonies.

"If you believe I am Lynch, then I am." The mage smiled, "Otherwise, I’m not."

Kuboert slumped into the chair, looking into Lynch’s confident eyes, shaking his head, "To be honest, I don’t know whether to hug you or hit you hard. Now everything’s in chaos."

The mage snorted. Thinking to himself: Is it only if I’m dead that you will finally be happy?

"It seems my being alive causes you a lot of trouble; for that, I sincerely apologize," the mage stood up and gave a half-bow to Bishop Kuboert.

"Oh no!" Wislin became anxious at the mage’s gesture. Lynch is not typically warm and the more polite he is, the more distant he feels. If a mage bows to someone, it indicates he has no fondness for that person.

"However!" The mage’s tone suddenly shifted, "You casually announced my identity, made such a public spectacle without verification, and ended up hurting my mother." The Powerful Wand struck the ground heavily, "How should we settle this account?"

Footsteps came from the stairs as Lynch’s mother slowly descended. She held onto the railing, supporting her frail body, "Lynch, is that really you? I think I heard your voice..."

Lynch hurried to the bottom of the stairs, supporting his mother, worried she might lose balance and fall. He gently said, "Mom, it’s me."

"Why did you become a mage!" Lynch’s mother looked at her son’s face and suddenly slapped him. The frail lady didn’t have much strength, and the slap didn’t even leave a red mark.

Zilvra managed to restrain herself from drawing her weapon; in her heart, the mage who could take her away from the Underdark should not be treated this way. The only thing that kept her from standing was Deluo’s hand. The warrior sensed the Drow woman’s reaction and held her down firmly.

After giving a slap, the mage’s mother gently caressed Lynch’s face. Her trembling hands carefully brushed over her son’s eyes, nose, and mouth, her tearful eyes staring at Lynch’s face. She muttered, "Son, as long as you’re alive, that’s all that matters."

"Mom, you should rest first. Now that I’ve returned, you don’t need to worry anymore." Lynch held his mother’s hand, though inwardly frustrated: Even the mighty power of the Magic Origin can instantly recharge something like the Powerful Wand, but it can’t heal a frail body. As a mage, he’s far stronger than others, yet he can’t even take care of his own mother’s health.

"Okay, my son, I’ll listen to you." Lynch’s mother smiled, "I’ll go rest now so I can soon see my son more clearly." She repeated this several times and walked upstairs with the mage’s support.

"I can heal others! I’ll go see the dark robe brother’s mom!" Soka waved his little chubby hand, hopping and skipping upstairs.

"I’m the bishop, this kind of thing should be my responsibility," said Kuboert the priest. However, his steps were stopped by Wislin.

Wislin said, "Bishop, now is not the time for you and Lynch to meet again. I’ve said it before, even if you want to hold a funeral for him, you shouldn’t publicly reveal the mage’s identity, but unfortunately, you didn’t listen."

Zilvra stuck her leg out across the steps leading upstairs: "Man, if you take another step forward, you’ll find out how powerful I am!"

"This is all such a mess!" Kuboert was angry, "I better go back to the inn. Wislin, report to me if anything happens!" With that, the bishop left with the Paladins outside the house.

"He finally left!" Morgan looked at Kuboert leaving, rubbing his hands, "Now I can speak freely. You few..." Morgan pointed at the ones from the Underworld, "What are your names?"

Felps was naturally the best person for introductions. He made introductions to both sides. However, he concealed the fact that Zilvra was a Dark Elf. In the Surface World, some names are best left unspoken.

"I wonder how this event will conclude." Deluo looked upstairs, then at the window, "If that bothersome group with the helmets comes again, I’ll knock each one open!"

Morgan found someone with the same thought as him, and the mouth hidden under his beard widened joyously. Only Wislin found the title "helmet" a bit off—after all, he was also a member of the Pate Knights.

"By the way, Wislin," whispered the Dwarf Nimo, "why can’t Lynch’s mage identity be casually revealed? Isn’t it a good thing?"

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