Mage Legend
Chapter 256: Episode 94: Yearning (On Shelves)

Chapter 256: Episode 94: Yearning (On Shelves)

The life of the Gray Dwarves is actually quite monotonous. They devote more of their energy to architecture and forging, unlike humans who excel at lavish banquets. As for their diet, only their strong liquor is presentable, but it still falls far short of their surface-dwelling kin. As for their meager music and dance, it cannot arouse any interest in Lynch.

The Mage always thought that this kind of party was purely a waste of life, especially his own life. The only reason that would make him attend this gathering was William the Halfling, who was quite enthusiastic about it. Compared to this little fellow carefully dressing himself and others up, Lynch still wore his old Mage Robe.

Of course, Zilvra wouldn’t let William design her appearance either. Even though nothing threatened her freedom anymore, Zilvra never took off her weapons, maintaining the ever-ready-for-battle habit of the Drow Elves.

As a result, Deluo, Little Finger Felps, and the Dwarf Nimo also followed the Mage’s example and didn’t deliberately change their attire. The two human maids also returned to Lynch’s side, wanting to continue their mission. Zilvra just coldly watched them, showing a distrustful expression as the thin sword in her sheath constantly rubbed with a "squeak-squeak" sound. The two maids then returned to Deluo’s side.

Lynch looked at the other group dressed in splendid attire, sighed slightly, picked up his Magic Wand, and just said, "Let’s get going." Then he simply left the Red Mushroom Tavern. In his heart, he hoped this banquet would end quickly; at the very least, he hoped the environment there wouldn’t be too noisy.

Koravos personally waited in front of his residence, receiving every visitor. The Gray Dwarves warmly embraced their kin, forcefully patting each other’s shoulders and offering the most sincere blessings. Being able to greet guests at the door was already the highest etiquette of the Gray Dwarves, and it was even more incredible to appear in someone like Koravos. The only person he was waiting for was the Mage Lynch. This human could bring him unparalleled luck and the strong support needed on the road to power. The other Gray Dwarves were merely basking in Lynch’s glory. In Koravos’s heart, he was also secretly cursing these people who had "received beyond the standard reception."

Zilvra closely followed Lynch, silently watching his back. She didn’t speak much. The Mage was relatively quiet as well, and they both were accustomed to silence. The only difference was that Zilvra was surrounded by the tranquility of darkness, solitude and fear always accompanying such an environment. In the heart of the female Drow, she was unwilling to let the Mage leave her sight, fearing that she might lose this man’s guidance in an instant. Lynch originally represented a path away from the Underdark, now has become Zilvra’s beacon on the road to a free life.

Koravos enthusiastically entertained the Mage, persistently introducing the visiting guests beside him. Each introduced guest appeared extremely excited, and most of them wanted to have a Gray Dwarf-style hug with Lynch. Their outstretched arms clearly indicated this idea.

However, the ring of fire that suddenly appeared around the Mage dispelled these thoughts. Lynch gradually grew a bit impatient. These characters who would never intersect with his life were severely testing the Mage’s willpower, which was more exhausting than copying hundreds of Magic Scrolls. He tried to keep a look of arrogance and coldness on his face to disguise the annoyance in his heart, and also occasionally mentioned William and others, doing some promotion for them.

"Mage, did Matron Batana really die at your hands?" a Gray Dwarf Warrior asked.

"No, she died while fighting with me." Lynch thought for a moment, then added, "I only dealt the final blow."

Similar conversations continued throughout the banquet. Despite purposely hiding in a corner and trying to cover his figure with one of the room’s supporting pillars, Dwarves still gathered around him asking questions. The mushroom-brewed thick soup, large roasted meat, and chilled fine wine could hardly catch the attention of the Gray Dwarves, but only Mep the Half-Beastman was happily feasting and drinking.