Mage Legend
Chapter 94 - 27 episodes Inquiry_2

Chapter 94: 27 episodes Inquiry_2

Lynch naturally wouldn’t let such anger cloud his mind. He now only had some anxiety. Why did the Dark Elf capture the little angel without immediately killing her? Of course, raising her well until adulthood was absolutely impossible, and even enslaving her was unimaginable—they weren’t the kind who could ignore the Celestial realm’s purges. The action that would benefit the Drow the most would be using this angel as a ritual sacrifice to please their evil deity.

The only thing that somewhat reassured the Mage was that the Dark Elves, having obtained such a precious sacrifice, wouldn’t simply kill her by letting her bleed out. A successful ritual required multi-faceted preparations, so Lynch and his group still had some time.

But this time would definitely not be wasted on the road. The three of them quickly traveled through the complex network of underground caves. With the guidance of Soul Finder, their local guide, they encountered no obstructions along the way and weren’t afraid of getting lost. Because, in his thousand years of wandering life, Finder had explored these mining areas thoroughly, knowing every shortcut and secret path as well as he knew his own bedroom.

In less than half a day’s work, they returned to the main trade route leading to Hanmosidun City. Here, the map marked by Lynch came into use. Finder gave just a word of greeting before returning to rest inside the Mage’s refined gold arm.

Deluo followed behind the Mage, humming a tune happily, his mood excellent. Firstly, he had acquired a double-headed sword that could cut through iron like mud—though he hadn’t fully mastered its use yet—now he had a formidable weapon. Furthermore, a portion of the treasure in that room was stored in the massive backpack on his back, making him quite a wealthy man when he returned to the Gray Dwarf City.

Thus, the cheerful Deluo even placed the slow-moving Nimo on his back, jogging along with the perpetually hurried Mage without speaking, merely letting out an occasional chuckle.

Nimo later remarked that the warrior’s laughter at the time always sounded a bit smug, like a small-minded person relishing success.

Especially after easily slicing through a few bands of Bear Goblin robbers with the double-headed sword, this feeling became even more apparent.

After experiencing that strange illusion, Lynch also began to develop a greater interest in the ancient Arcane Secret Scroll. Initially, he had studied it merely to restore his spellcasting abilities, but now he was increasingly drawn to the power of the Magic Origin. As he gradually increased the number of spells he cast, the Mage grew a deeper understanding of the nature of magic power—pure, powerful, yet turbulent. As one of the three fundamental forces, the Magic Origin Power represented unpredictability.

His spellcasting abilities were also starting to return, with more and more spells being gradually deciphered. The number and complexity of spells he could use had increased significantly.

But what pleased him most was his deeper understanding of the "Creation Law." Originally, those effects that Lynch could only achieve with powerful energy were no longer complicated and difficult since he grasped the key. If Dwarf Moni were here, he would no doubt be amazed to find that the spellcraft ability he had dreamed of all his life was now possessed by Lynch, this young Mage.

A dull rumble sounded from behind from time to time, the caves slightly trembling, with dust falling from the stone cracks. Creating such a commotion in this Underdark, there was only one possibility—the two angels had found the Snake-men’s cave and were now wreaking havoc there. Lynch had no worry about the so-called issue of victory or defeat; in this mortal realm, there likely weren’t many things capable of contending with those two high-level angels in combat. And among the Snake-men, there was absolutely nothing that could withstand the power of two high-level warriors. The only bit of suspense was whether those Snake-men, before being annihilated, might receive the Goddess of Fortune’s favor and get just one chance to retaliate.

The gates of Hanmosidun City had already come into their view.

At the Governance Council meeting, Koravos coldly watched the hall plunged into chaos and arguments, adjusting his position for more comfort on the damnable wooden chair—designed to keep the questioned uncomfortable, thus making them divulge the information the council scribes wanted. Sitting on it was always exceedingly uncomfortable.

Those opposite him weren’t arguing about how to deal with Koravos—the fate that awaited him had been decided the moment the Gray Dwarves received the summons for this inquiry—rather, their dispute centered around how to reclaim Koravos’s "illegitimate" property and return it to the "residents of Hanmosidun City."

In fact, sometimes Koravos even preferred the decisive and ruthless style of the Dark Elves.

The whole council chamber was like a pot of boiling water, with the intrigue, ambition, malice, and cunning usually hidden beneath the surface now stirred to the top.

A Kobold hurriedly entered from outside the hall, blatantly ignoring the rule that only Gray Dwarves could enter, not even stopped by the guards in the corridor. He quickly made his way to the Grand Councilor’s side, whispering a few words into his ear.

The Grand Councilor’s eyebrows furrowed, evidently disturbed by the news brought by the Kobold. Koravos watched the Grand Councilor’s face, and the Grand Councilor stared back into Koravos’s eyes.

"Ahem! Let me say a few words." The Grand Councilor cleared his throat, and the cacophony in the council chamber quickly quieted down. "That Mage has returned. Since one of the principal figures has arrived, discussing Koravos’s conduct now seems rather inopportune. We should go and meet that extraordinary Mage first."

Immediately, all the Gray Dwarves present changed their expressions. They had considered various possibilities, never imagining the scenario where this Mage could return alive. They had sent an entire combat squad—equipped with Priests, Wanderers, and numerous elite warriors—none of whom returned alive. Given this, the Mage’s power was truly terrifying.

And sitting on the "Torture Chair," Koravos suddenly appeared filled with potential. After all, his "relationship" with that Mage was the closest.

All the councilors wore embarrassed expressions, each avoiding Koravos’s gaze, following the Grand Councilor swiftly out of the hall.

Once the councilors had all left, Koravos finally stood from the chair that tormented his back and waist, brushing the dust from his pants, slowly surveying the governance hall with a faint smile, and kicked the chair over before following them out.

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