Mage Legend
Chapter 390: Travel and Travel Beyond - Eight: Visitors

Chapter 390: Travel and Travel Beyond Chapter Eight: Visitors

Riding on the summer breeze, the Shell vessel cheerfully drifted downstream, with the old sailor Van Dijk standing at the round helm, smoking and watching Soka hop around joyfully. To be able to experience the joy of sailing again, the old man seemed as youthful as them.

This time drifting downriver felt distinctly different from the visit to the Mage Association last time. Lynch had already abandoned those feelings of tension and unease. He had now become a mage, not just someone who heard tales of those spell-wielders from stories his mother told.

Sometimes, Lynch couldn’t help but wonder why mages still couldn’t be properly understood by ordinary folks. As a group capable of performing miracles, mages were not much different from priests and druids. In fact, the powers that mages wield can more effectively improve the lives of common people. Druids excel in healing; they are nature’s servants, living among the fields with animals and plants, their kindness towards life makes them the best healers. The only drawback is that druids mostly live in pristine forests or towering mountains, making it very difficult for ordinary people to meet them. Priests execute the will of the gods, with each having their strict doctrines and norms. Most priests possess healing abilities, but a significant portion are more adept at causing harm. Joe, the Death God Priest encountered in the Underworld, was one such example. As priests, perhaps their greatest expertise lies in influencing others’ thoughts, ultimately affecting their beliefs.

The abilities of mages, however, tend to be more diverse. From their spells, many things are closer to daily life. After all, these spells were invented to create convenience, not relying on others’ "gifts." Yet, to protect themselves, mages maintain a "sense of mystery" in everyday life, letting this outward perception serve as their best shield. Common people, already suspicious of mages, find it even harder to truly understand them, leading to deepening misunderstandings. By the time mages are finally revered by the world, they have long distanced themselves from ordinary life circles.

Lynch couldn’t help thinking of his own abilities. This powerful ability to transform all things isn’t easy to learn, but several mages working together can achieve the same effect. Used in the right place, it can bring great convenience. However, few mages, like him, often leave the tower to roam outside. Most spend their lives in towering buildings accompanied by candlelight and parchment, immersed in the world of arcane, striving to add their name before the newly invented spells.

In truth, ordinary people can’t really distinguish between a mage’s arcane art and a priest’s divine arts. They are merely dazzling lights and sounds, and with a chant and some materials, miraculous events occur. But in Anriel’s world, when hearing it’s a priest using divine arts, people gather curiously to watch; however, upon realizing it’s a mage casting spells, even if it’s just a twinkle of light from a finger, residents might flee as if escaping a plague, running as far as they can.

If this misunderstanding ever disappeared, Lynch could always stand like now, touching the new ship’s railing and marveling freely at the powerful forces of the arcane. As long as he didn’t say he was a mage, Uncle Van Dijk wouldn’t be frightened; he would merely delightfully watch this ship.

"Brother Lynch, what are you thinking?" Soka ran over, tugging at his robe, "Can I fly for a while now? Sister Zilvra doesn’t let me fly around, saying bad people might see me. Now there’s no one around, and I want to go play with the birds overhead."

Lynch patted the little angel’s head and looked up at the sky. Against the azure backdrop, only a few huge eagles were circling in circles. Spreading their wings and gliding on high-altitude air currents, they needed no wing flapping, simply floating among the clouds.

Not at ease with those giant eagles posing a threat to Soka, Lynch summoned the Eye of Insight to carefully observe them, trying to determine what species these birds belonged to. But he discovered something unusual. Each eagle bore a green marking on their taloned feet, which wasn’t something naturally occurring, but more of a symbol. The first possibility that came to the mage’s mind was the druids’ ability to transform into various animals.