Lynch would absolutely not spend time and effort to find a halfling who disappeared into the crowd. He could only smile wryly, once again expressing his respect for the halfling's "adventurous spirit," and then he left this oppressive Duke Mansion.
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www.cmfu.com release The pedestrians on the road automatically avoided this young mage, which had become a compulsory subject wherever Lynch went. The people of the Anriel Continent all knew there was something called a "mage," but the long-standing stories all described them as beings akin to prehistoric beasts. Indeed, in the past, mages were the closest beings to gods, possessing almost unbeatable power and wisdom, which made them the rulers of the land, sky, and sea. However, "those whom the gods wish to destroy, they first make mad." The mages' power led to extreme arrogance and conceit. Everything in their eyes became so simple and insignificant as not to matter. Until the day when the Magic God was destroyed by his people—the mages.
www.cmfu.com release Thus, the prehistoric beasts disappeared, and the massive shift in power, like a mighty mountain crumbling with falling boulders and despairing pain, instantly caused the mages' kingdom to collapse. The knowledge, the ultimate knowledge of arcane magic, the source of the mages' greatest strength, all fell together.
www.cmfu.com release The only thing that didn't fall was these rumors about mages. History became stories, stories became legends, legends turned into rumors, and rumors became misinterpretations and fears in the hearts of the common people.
www.cmfu.com release "Lynch, so you're here!" A familiar voice came from across the way. It was Dwarf Morgan! Beside him was Wislin. Their armor and robes were stained black with coagulated blood. The battered shoulder guards and breastplates, the many cracked weapons, and the exhausted warhorses made it hard to imagine what kind of impact could wear them out so much. Only seven people were still following behind Wislin, none of them riding their horses but leading their nearly exhausted steeds, with the bodies of their companions, the corpses, loaded on the backs.
www.cmfu.com release Was this the cavalry squad that went out? Only 9 out of 50 were left? If not for Morgan and Wislin's smiling faces and the proud expressions in their eyes, Lynch could only see a defeated troop, a maimed squad.
www.cmfu.com release "How is it?" Lynch took out the wine pouch he had prepared and handed it to the dwarf.
www.cmfu.com release "Fairly smooth." Wislin took off his helmet, his originally flowing hair now tightly clinging to his scalp, turned into locks resembling braids by the coagulated blood. "The mission was completed, but the casualties were a bit high." He looked back again at the exhausted warriors. "We'll go rest first, and I have to go visit the Duke to report the situation to Knight Commander Macken. As for the other matters..."