Mage Legend-Chapter 372: Travel and Travel Beyond - Two Funeral

As night fell, Lynch removed Zilvra’s blindfold, and the female Drow could finally use her eyes to enjoy the beautiful scenery around them.

The summer night sky was free of clouds, and the three moons of the Anriel World hung high in the sky. It was the day of the "Great Full Moon," and these three moons were fully displaying their charm.

Many people say that the moon is actually the source of all mysterious things in the world, creating numerous immortal legends in the night. Country folks always associate the moon with unexplainable events, strange ghost fires, inexplicable wolf howls, and mysterious shadows flitting across the sky, all becoming wonders conjured by the moon.

However, as far as Lynch knew, apart from those Beastification Men who change shape on a full moon night, transforming into wolves or other types of animals, the moon had nothing to do with those rural legends.

Zilvra was completely captivated by the three bright disks in the sky, her purple eyes greedily gazing upwards, muttering softly. Fireflies startled in the grass danced with their yellow and white glows, blending with the shimmering stars into a silver ribbon, like a ribbon binding the moon.

Zilvra was immersed in such a beautiful scene, and no one disturbed her. The surrounding tranquility affected everyone, who tiptoed around doing their own tasks, reluctant and unwilling to disturb the slumber of the moonlit night.

The crackling bonfire was lit, the warm light reddening everyone’s face. They sat around, staring at the flames burning in the center. Lynch waved his magic wand, and a beautiful human figure appeared above the fire, dancing with the rising red glow, her graceful figure drawing everyone’s eyes. The two human ladies were infected and unconsciously joined the dance. Deluo picked up a blade of grass, put it to his lips, and played a distant melody. Lynch commanded the illusion, its steps matching Deluo’s rhythm.

Nimo and Felps were dazzled, while Zilvra smiled, appreciating the rare spectacle. In the perception of the female Drow, magic and divine arts were weapons used to destroy enemies; if they could not cause harm, they were of no use at all. She had never seen an illusion technique used in such a manner. A mage, a strong individual capable of shaking even a place like Ratrace, used his spells for pure entertainment. In the words of the Dark Elves, this was a waste akin to folly.

"The strong are those who can do what they most want to do, and always succeed." Zilvra looked at the delighted crowd, their joyful and relaxed expressions apparent: "Therefore, this, I like."

Little Soka opened her mouth wide, watching the woman dancing in the fire in astonishment. Having never seen such a scene, the little angel was dazzled and even clapped off-beat.

Lynch ended the spell, the bonfire returning to its original state, but little Soka jumped up, circling the fire three times: "Black-robed brother, where is that pretty sister just now?"

"That was just a spell, not a real person," Lynch explained. freēnovelkiss.com

"As far as I know, if you want an illusion technique to be lifelike, it’s best to imitate something you’ve seen," Zilvra said to Lynch with a smile: "Who was that woman?"

Lynch looked up at the sky, stayed silent for a moment, then said: "That woman was what my mother looked like when she was young. I added the image of an enchanting demon I had seen before." He laughed and said, "Being a mage is really convenient in this way."

Felps wanted to speak several times but held back. Deluo noticed the halfling’s strange behavior and asked him, "Little finger, is there something you want to say?"

Little finger looked at Lynch, thought for a while, and finally made up his mind to speak: "Lynch, Haisas is right in front of us, why not go back to your hometown and take a look?"

Lynch didn’t answer but cast his gaze into the deep black night, the distant rolling mountains seemingly unable to block his view, the horizon reflected in his pure black pupils.

"I’m a bit afraid to go back," Lynch lowered his head, rubbing the magic wand in his hand. "Because I am a mage."

"What’s so scary about being a mage?" Zilvra asked, puzzled: "Is there anyone who dares to say ’no’ to you? I’ve never seen you like this in front of the Dark Elf Matriarch."

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