Mage Legend
Chapter 386: Travel and Travel Beyond Travel - Seven: The Old Ship

Chapter 386: Travel and Travel Beyond Travel Chapter Seven: The Old Ship

Not only Lynch, but everyone in the inn glanced around, yet still no trace of Littlefinger Felps could be found. Whenever this halfling wanted to conceal his whereabouts, he always managed to disappear from others’ sight without a trace, as he had always done before, and nothing had changed now.

Lynch sighed, helpless against Littlefinger’s habit. He slowly walked over to Wislin, looking at this companion who was already clad in the elite Paladin’s armor, with the sun’s pattern forged through trials and tribulations—sacred Pate’s unique emblem. However, as a Mage, he never believed that this armor, engraved with the Sun God’s symbols, could perform any better than ordinary steel armor against an enemy’s spear.

"Wislin, the battle at Pate will be full of danger, but I will not be there to assist you." The Mage said, "On the battlefield, my role as a Mage is insignificant, and without the designation of the Mage Association, I cannot casually become your consultant."

"I understand all of this," Wislin replied, "Morgan is with me; this battle will not be dangerous."

"No, no." Lynch shook his head, leaned closer to Wislin and whispered, "When sacred Pate is about to secure victory against the Beastmen, I want you to be as close to Haisas or the Elf Kingdom Moon as possible. Although I have no evidence yet, I believe a new enemy will emerge from there, which will tip the scales of victory."

Lynch stepped back, once again scrutinizing the Paladin, then glanced at the nearby dwarf with a smile, "What I just told you is just a guess, there’s no need to inform the temple’s High Priests. I will head to the Elf Kingdom now, and if I find concrete information, I will surely inform you."

"Take care along the way." Wislin looked at the Mage, gently patting his left shoulder. The hard metallic touch felt very strange to the Knight. Lynch said nothing but bid farewell to the dwarf and Deluo. They would part again for a long time to come.

"Nimo, are you coming with me?" Lynch looked at the dwarf, uncertain of his decision, "Going together to the Elf Kingdom?"

Nimo looked at Lynch, then at Deluo, finally resting his gaze on Zilvra. After thinking for a moment, he answered, "No, thank you, I’ll stay with Deluo. If I keep traveling, I can’t finish crafting the few things I have. I think after I’m done, I’ll go to the Elf Kingdom to find you. It’s not that far, is it?"

"There’s a saying in Haisas, it’s your heart that measures the road, not your feet," Lynch said, "The Elf Kingdom is not far."

"Well, that’s it then." Deluo walked over to Soka, patting her head, "Little one, listen well to Brother Lynch."

Soka blinked her bright eyes and nodded vigorously.

The Mage glanced back upstairs, having met with his mother once this morning. Disliking the scene of forced farewells, Mrs. Ailinsha handed her son a robe she had sewn, replacing the black Mage robe and hiding it under her bed, thus avoiding saying goodbye to Lynch. The Mage decided to set off directly, "Let’s go, it wouldn’t be good to wait for Haisas’s army to arrive."

Zilvra said nothing, having already packed her gear, only waiting for the moment to officially leave.

"Aha! Dear Mage Sir." Just as Lynch was putting the package onto the horse’s back, Pate’s priest Kuboert strode briskly towards them, appearing right before them. "Mr. Lynch, are you leaving now?"

"Yes, your observation skills are temporarily not failing you." Lynch casually replied, "Mr. Kuboert, you wouldn’t be part of Haisas’s army specifically dispatched to hunt Mages, would you?"

"Of course not, of course not." The Priest clasped his hands together, slightly bowing to Lynch, "I came specifically today to apologize, deeply sorry for the inconvenience our negligence caused to you and your family."

"I accept your apology. Just like all the families who have heard such apologies from you, I accept it." The Mage had already mounted the horse, though the steed protested with a few snorts due to the refined gold arm’s massive weight. Lynch adjusted the horse’s stance, lightly pressing his legs against the horse’s flanks, "Mr. Kuboert, we are setting off now. Let us have an in-depth conversation the next time we meet."