Mage Legend
Chapter 277: Episode 5 Home Banquet_3

Chapter 277: Episode 5 Home Banquet_3

Morgan said, "Exactly, exactly! Those disgusting Beastmen, now they can’t escape! Moon Harbor City has been taken back and their escape route is sealed. This time, I can really enjoy myself, I want to make that group of Beastmen cry out, peeing and pooping."

"We’re just about to eat, so let’s not talk about such disgusting topics." Lynch’s mother slowly walked over from the kitchen, carrying a big pot: "This is originally the inn’s hall, and with so many people, let’s just eat here."

"Thank you, Ailinsha." Morgan sniffed vigorously at the pot’s contents, "Wow! It’s mixed meat stew tonight, such a treat, such a treat."

Wislin gave a punch on the Dwarf’s helmet, making a dull "bong" sound: "Morgan, what did you just call Lynch’s mom? You forgot again? Learn from me!"

Morgan quickly adjusted his helmet that got knocked askew and said discontentedly, "I’m not calling her Auntie, I’m several hundred years older than her."

"You!..." Wislin found his ear under the Dwarf’s messy hair and beard and tugged it, saying, "You are Lynch’s friend, naturally you should show some respect to his mother. Besides, when did I force you to call her Auntie? I’ll say it again, call her Lady, Lady Ailinsha."

Morgan said as he ran, "Got it, got it, I remembered." He circled to the other end of the dining table: "Lady Ailinsha, there, now can we eat?"

Zilvra and Soka pushed open the door, following the aroma inside. The little angel was drenched in sweat, and who knows what she did to get so tired. Soka, upon entering the house, grabbed a chair and sat beside the dining table, sprawling on the table without moving, only panting heavily.

"Zilvra, where did you take Soka?" Lynch asked curiously while helping his mother set the utensils.

"Not much, just took her flying around a couple of times." Zilvra patted Soka’s wing: "She needs to start training young."

Lynch’s mind immediately recalled Ratris City, how the Dark Elf Family trained their children. But Zilvra didn’t carry a whip either, and she explicitly mentioned abandoning the Drow lifestyle, surely she wouldn’t treat her own sister that way. Besides, little Soka’s flying speed isn’t slow, if Zilvra wanted to catch her using her Floating Ability, that would be impossible.

Nimo and Felps came running with bread and fruits. Lynch glanced at the fruit plate, already knowing that Little Finger definitely invited some things into his pouch again. But ever since the Mage got the Eye of Insight, those "mysteriously got in" items in Felps’ pouch have all been able to return to their original owners.

Lynch looked at the chairs in the room, all prepared for humans, which would cause great inconvenience to Nimo and Felps. He cast a spell to extend the legs of two chairs, so everyone could reach the food.

The Mage’s mother watched everything intently, her smile somewhat unnatural. She quickly called everyone to sit down, wiping her face with a damp cloth to cover her expression. However, most of those present were seasoned adventurers, and even Lynch, who had his back to his mother, had a full field of view, they all noticed this scene.

"Come, come, it’s been so long since so many people gathered at home." Lady Ailinsha said: "You all come from different places and have your own customs, so I won’t make you pray together. Lynch, why don’t you do it?"

"Me?" Lynch was a bit surprised. Ever since he was young, he had never prayed at the dinner table. Besides, after becoming a Mage, although not dismissing all gods like past Great Arcanists, he never actually prayed to them. Seeing the longing in his mother’s eyes, he reluctantly said: "Thank you for the food, allowing my mother and friends to have a full meal and happiness."

The awkward prayer nearly made Paladin Wislin burst out laughing, having been immersed in divine teachings at Pate all day, he had long heard countless beautiful phrases praising the bounties of the gods. Such a prayer from a Mage was practically a joke.