Mage Legend
Chapter 287: Episode 8 Visitors

Chapter 287: Episode 8 Visitors

Riding the summer breeze, the Shell joyfully drifted downstream. The old sailor Van Dijk stood behind the wheel, smoking and watching happily as Soka ran back and forth. Being able to relive the joy of sailing, the old man seemed to become as young as they were.

This time, riding the stream downward, Lynch felt noticeably different compared to his last visit to the Mage Association. He had already shed the tension and unease. Now he was a mage, no longer just hearing the infamy of those who could cast spells from stories his mother told.

Sometimes, Lynch couldn’t help but wonder why mages were still not correctly understood by ordinary people. As a group capable of performing miracles, mages were not very different from priests and druids. In fact, the power mages wield could more effectively improve ordinary people’s lives. Druids excel at healing, being servants of nature who mingle with animals and plants in fields. Their friendliness towards life makes them the best healers. The only drawback is that druids mostly live in primitive forests or lofty mountains, making it difficult for ordinary people to meet them. Priests execute God’s will, adhering to strict doctrines and regulations. While most priests possess healing abilities, a significant portion is more adept at causing harm. Take the Death God Priest Joe encountered in the Underworld, for example. As priests, their proficiency lies in influencing others’ thoughts, eventually affecting their beliefs.

Mages’ abilities tend to be more diverse. Many spells are closer to everyday life. After all, these spells were invented to create convenience, not relying on others’ "grants." However, mages maintain an air of "mystery" in daily life to protect themselves, using this outward aura as their best shield. Ordinary people, already skeptical of mages, found them even harder to truly understand, deepening various misunderstandings. By the time mages were finally revered by the whole world, they had long distanced themselves from the lives of common people.

Lynch was reminded of his own abilities. Although the power of Transforming All Things was not easy to master, multiple mages working together could achieve the same effect. When used in appropriate places, it could bring great convenience. However, mages like him, who often left the tower to roam outside, were rare. Most spent their lives in towering buildings accompanied by candlelight and parchment, immersed in the world of arcane, striving to append their names to newly invented spells.

Generally, ordinary people couldn’t tell the difference between a mage’s arcane and a priest’s divine arts. They were merely splendid lights and sounds, and after chanting a spell and using some materials, miraculous things would happen. However, in Anriel’s world, when it’s heard that a priest is using divine arts, people would gather around to watch curiously. But when they learn it’s a mage casting spells, even if it’s just a fingertip glowing, the residents might flee as if escaping the plague.

If one day such misunderstandings were to disappear, Lynch could, like now, touch the new ship railing and freely marvel at the powerful strength of the arcane. As long as he didn’t declare himself a mage, Uncle Van Dijk wouldn’t feel afraid; he would only look at the ship with delight.

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

Lynch patted the little angel’s head and looked up at the sky. In the blue firmament, only a few giant eagles circled in spirals. Spreading their wings and using high-altitude air currents, they didn’t need to flap their wings, simply floating among the clouds.

Uneasy that those giant eagles might pose a danger to Soka, Lynch gathered the Eye of Insight to carefully observe them, trying to discern what kinds of birds they were. However, he discovered something odd. There was a green pattern on the talons of these eagles, which was not something they’d grow naturally but rather seemed like a mark. The first possibility the mage thought of was the druids’ ability to transform into various animals.