Mage Legend
Chapter 387: Travel and Travel Beyond Travel - Seven Old Ship_2

Chapter 387: Travel and Travel Beyond Travel Chapter Seven Old Ship_2

"Where are you headed?" Bishop Kuboert asked, "Setting off now, the entire Haisas might be after you. It would be different if you had the protection of the Holy Pate. If possible, I’m willing to offer you this assistance."

After speaking, he pointed to a horse parked across from the inn: "I have a good horse that won’t delay your journey."

Lynch was watching this Priest of Pate closely; his eyes always glanced at the Angel Soka seated behind Zilvra when talking. The Mage thought for a moment and understood that not only the Dark Elf but also the Priest of Light God Pate needed Angels for religious activities. Although their methods differ, their purposes have no fundamental differences.

"No, thank you for your kind offer." Lynch rode his horse forward, placing himself between Soka and the Priest: "I feel that we are still not headed in the same direction."

He then took one last long look at his inn, gently tapped the horse’s sides, and left amidst the rising dust. Zilvra, who had just learned to ride, quickly followed with her agile reflexes.

Kuboert gazed at the direction the two horses took, pondering Lynch’s destination. After a short while, he too mounted his horse and left, heading toward the Elf Kingdom from another path.

The Mage and his companions were fortunate to leave the dangerous area before Haisas’ lord’s troops arrived, allowing them to move slowly forward, giving their mounts time to rest and breathe. Walking along the small roads of Haisas, both sides had been cultivated into farmland. The harvest season was mostly over, and the second season’s crops had just been planted. Therefore, what lay ahead was still relatively open fields.

The region Lynch resided in was relatively prosperous, nourished by river waters, making its lands more fertile than other areas. The fields crisscrossed, and orchards densely covered the area. Fences, barns, and farmhouses dotted the landscape, while many man-made ditches flowed down with the terrain, traversing this green plain, entering the great river, and rolling forward. The roadsides were planted with fruit trees, dotted with low shrubs, allowing passing travelers to freely pick the berries, quenching their parched throats with their delicious juices. However, if someone intruded into their orchards recklessly, the giant guard dogs wouldn’t hesitate to pounce.

Though Haisas was not vast, it too had suffered years of calamity. But the resilient people of Haisas transformed the once cursed land into the fertile landscape it is today. They diligently dug channels, allowing clean water to wash away the dreadful grey silt left in the soil; they planted trees, drawing the underground filth to the surface, letting it vanish forever under the sun. After countless generations, Haisas finally regained its original vitality, becoming thriving once more.

Near noon, the three stopped and tied their horses by the roadside to rest. Lynch and his companions had changed their direction several times along the way, using the fields and shrubs to cover their tracks. Now, they were far from the initial road, and there should no longer be any troops able to pursue them.

Lynch sat under a tree, laying a thick blanket beneath him. He was inventorying the provisions his mother prepared for him from his bag, categorizing them based on their shelf life. Zilvra sat next to him, carefully cleaning her thin sword.

"That weapon no longer has magic; it’s just an ordinary sword now," Lynch said to Zilvra. "And it’s obvious that it’s something from the Dark Elves, and since we’re heading to the Elf Kingdom, it’s best to hide it."

Zilvra paused her work and looked at Lynch, "Why should I accommodate the elves?"

"Because you are no longer a Dark Elf, and those things from the Drow shouldn’t affect your future life. If you have to pay the price for the animosities between the Dark Elves and the Elves, it wouldn’t be fair to you."

"There’s no such thing as fairness in the world," Zilvra said, "Lynch, sometimes I wonder, what exactly am I? My father is an Angel, yet my mother is a Dark Elf. I’ve always longed for a life on the surface, yet I received training in the dark world. Who exactly am I?"

Lynch smiled, "That’s a simple question; you are Zilvra." He pointed to the little angel teasing a squirrel in the tree, "She’s Soka. In truth, that’s how simple things are in the world. The more you think, the more troubles there will be. That’s why many mages always frown and age quickly. Sometimes, you don’t need to categorize yourself; you are you. Knowing just that is enough."