Mage Legend
Chapter 37: Episode 1 Su Xing_2

Chapter 37: Episode 1 Su Xing_2

The cause of all this chaos was the Mithril metal bars strewn across the ground in various sizes. It was a machine used to research teleportation abilities. The dwarves had invested a lot of time and energy into it, hoping to achieve group teleportation without relying on advanced magic. This was the tenth year they had been experimenting with the machine.

"Red Nose! Look, look! We’ve succeeded this time!" A dwarf with a bright red nose excitedly grabbed another one who was missing a leg and started jumping.

"Red Nose, that’s your name, not mine. Besides, if you keep making me jump, I might lose my other leg too."

"Ah, sorry, I got so excited I thought you were me." Red Nose let go of the one-legged dwarf’s arm. "But we finally succeeded this time, didn’t we? Look, we’ve created so much Mithril! Now you can’t say my All Things Machine is useless anymore, can you?"

"This is the Transmission Device! Not your All Things Machine! These Mithril Ores must have been teleported from somewhere else. But we didn’t activate the machine, so how did they get here?"

"So this isn’t my All Things Machine after all." Disappointment was written all over Red Nose’s face. He walked over to a pile of Mithril and angrily kicked a piece of Mithril bar, but along with the flying piece of Mithril, there was also a severed arm.

"Ah~~~" Red Nose held his throbbing toe and sat on the ground; Mithril is quite hard, after all, so it felt like he had kicked an iron plate. But when he saw a completely severed arm, he instantly stopped his painful wailing and fainted from fright.

"Come quick! Come quick! There seems to be someone under these Mithril!" The one-legged dwarf called out loudly to his companions.

Beneath these Mithril Ores lay the wizard Lynch.

Seven days later, the young Mage finally woke up. He painfully tried to prop himself up from the bed, but his whole body ached, and his twitching muscles and creaking bones told him that moving now would make him incapable of moving ever again. Helplessly, Lynch remembered a ring his mentor Caso had given him, a ring with healing capabilities that could quickly restore his body in critical situations. The ring should be on the ring finger of his left hand.

Lynch sent a command to the ring with his Spiritual Ability, asking it to release energy to heal his body. No response, the Mage felt no magic feedback, it was empty.

"You’re able to move! Wooo, thank goodness, you’re alive. If you had died, I would have been in big trouble." A tiny voice whimpered beside Lynch. The Mage strained to open his eyes and saw a dwarf with a red nose vigorously wiping tears from the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief.

This was a clean and tidy room, its furnishings were very simple. A small bed squeezed against a table barely accommodated Lynch’s tall frame. Beside the bed was a small cabinet and a large basin filled with water, apparently prepared as a water container for the Mage. Next to the basin, there was a cup, holding half a cup of water. To Lynch, this cup wouldn’t even fill the gaps between his teeth if he used it to drink water.

The red-nosed dwarf wiped away his tears, blew his nose forcefully with the handkerchief, and put it back in his pocket. "What’s your name, what do you want now?"

The dwarf’s accent always lingered in the Common Language, and Lynch had to focus diligently on his pronunciation to understand. "I have a ring on my left hand, it... where did it go?" The words tumbled out, no longer in his previously fluent and graceful voice akin to an elf, but in a hoarse, rasping sound like rocks grinding.

"Woo woo wa wa wa wa" The red-nosed dwarf started crying loudly again.

Lynch felt at this moment, communicating with this race of dwarves would certainly drastically shorten one’s lifespan. He couldn’t worry about his voice anymore; as long as he could find that ring, he could recover immediately, and then this kind of voice should disappear. The Mage attributed this change directly to the severe injuries he had suffered.

"Uncle, that big Mage is asking you where his ring is. He’s not blaming you, so let’s stop crying first!"

Lynch turned his head and saw a "tall" dwarf coming out of another room. Saying he was tall was only by dwarf standards. Compared to humans, they were still short. The Mage took one look, and if not for the sharp pain in his chest from his ribs, he would have laughed out loud. This dwarf calling the red-nosed one ’Uncle’ looked as if he should be the uncle, the generational titles seemed truly reversed.

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