Mage Legend
Chapter 267: Episode 3 Funeral

Chapter 267: Episode 3 Funeral

At nightfall, Lynch removed Zilvra’s blindfold, and the female Drow could finally use her eyes to admire the beautiful scenery around her.

The summer night sky was cloudless, and Anriel World’s three moons hung high in the sky. It was the day of the "Great Full Moon," when these three moons were fully showcasing their charm.

Many people say that the moon is actually the source of all mysterious things in the world, creating many immortal legends in the night. People in the countryside always associate the moon with those inexplicable events—those strange ghost fires, inexplicable wolf howls, and peculiar shadows sweeping across the sky—all became wonders created by the moon.

However, as far as Lynch knew, except for those Beastification Men transforming their appearance on the night of the full moon into wolves or other types of animals, the moon had nothing to do with those countryside legends.

Zilvra was completely captivated by these three bright discs in the sky, her purple eyes greedily gazing upwards, muttering to herself. Fireflies startled from the grass danced in the night with flickers of yellow or white light, blending with the twinkling stars in the sky to form a silvery band of light, like a ribbon tying around the moon.

Zilvra was immersed in such beauty, and no one disturbed her. The surrounding tranquility influenced everyone, and all were quietly busy with their tasks, unwilling and reluctant to disturb the slumber of the moonlit night.

The flickering bonfire ignited, with warm light reddening everyone’s face. They sat around, staring at the flames burning at the center. Lynch waved his Magic Wand, and a beautiful silhouette appeared above the firewood, dancing with the rising red light, its graceful form drawing everyone’s eyes. Those two human ladies were so enthralled that they involuntarily joined the dance. Deluo picked up a blade of grass, playing an ethereal melody by his lips. Lynch directed the phantom, its steps in synchrony with Deluo’s rhythm.

Nimo and Felps were dazzled, while Zilvra smiled, enjoying this rare scene. In the female Drow’s understanding, magic and Divine Arts were weapons for destroying enemies; if they didn’t cause harm, they served no purpose. She had never seen illusions used like this before. A Mage, one strong enough to shake places like Rathretreis, yet using spells for pure entertainment. According to Dark Elf standards, it’s simply a waste, no different from a fool.

"The strong can do whatever they wish and succeed at it." Zilvra looked at the happy crowd, the joy and relaxation evident on their faces: "It’s because of this that I like it."

Little Soka’s mouth was wide open, staring in amazement at the woman dancing in the fire. The little angel, having never seen such a scene, was so dazzled that even his hand-clapping rhythm got mixed up.

Lynch ended the spell, and the bonfire returned to its original state, but little Soka hopped up, circling the flames three times: "Where did the pretty sister in the black robe go?"

"That was just a spell; there wasn’t actually someone there." Lynch explained.

"As I understand, to make an illusion realistic, it’s best to imitate something you’ve seen." Zilvra said to Lynch with a smile: "Who was that woman?"

Lynch looked towards the sky, remaining silent for a moment before saying: "That woman was what my mother looked like when she was young. I also added the image of an Enchanting Demon I’ve seen before." He smiled and said: "Being a Mage is quite handy in this regard."

Felps tried to speak several times, but held back. Deluo noticed the Halfling’s strange actions and asked him, "Little Finger, do you have something to say?"

Little Finger looked at Lynch, thought for a moment, and finally made up his mind to speak: "Lynch, Haisas is right in front of you, why not go back to your hometown and take a look?"

Lynch didn’t answer, but his gaze shifted toward the deep black night, the endless mountains ahead seemed not to block his sight, and the horizon appeared in his pure black pupils.

"I’m somewhat afraid to go back." Lynch lowered his head, rubbing the Magic Wand in his hand, "Because I’m a Mage."