Mage Legend-Chapter 373: Travel and Travel Beyond - Two Funeral_2

Lynch hesitated to speak, the Refined Gold Finger tapping incessantly on the Magic Wand made of black iron, the monotonous clanging sound enveloping the camp. After a while, the mage finally said, "I want to go back, I really want to go back. So, I hope you won’t mention that I am a mage anymore. Only this way, I can embark on the journey home."

Felps breathed a sigh of relief. During their adventures, Lynch from Haisas never entered the territory of that country, and whenever they heard of a mission taking them there, the mage would firmly refuse. This puzzled all his companions, as each time they asked about his family, Lynch was always vague. Even to his closest partners, the mage’s past life seemed like an unsolvable mystery.

The mage chanted a Spell, and a circular earth wall surrounded the group, with a deep trench left outside the wall: "Get some rest early, everyone. The beasts here can’t get over this wall, it will be safe at night."

Everyone looked at the mage, intrigued by his past. With different thoughts on their minds, they drifted into dreams. Only the mage didn’t sleep at all. Although his eyes were closed, the Eye of Insight gazed at the bright moonlight, as if there was a mysterious magic power on those three full moons, tugging at his heartstrings and drawing his thoughts back to his homeland.

In the east of Haisas, there is a river called the "Fengduo." It flows down from the Five Realms Mountain Range, traversing the vast plains, bringing abundant water resources to its banks. With fertile lands and favorable weather, what more could the people here desire? It’s harvest season now, and under the scorching sun, farmers wave their sickles, cutting the golden wheat and piling it into the large barns already prepared. The joy of harvest has diminished the feeling of heat, and their only sentiments are happiness and pleasure.

Along the riverbank, there is a small town called "Miska," which in the local language means "dock." From here, the Fengduo River becomes gentle, the rocks and rapids greatly diminish. Thus, the white sails became the most famous scene here, and fishing became the most common occupation.

The town’s population is not large, and they all earn their living from the bustling docks. Especially during the harvest season, grain as big as mountains is loaded onto flatboats from this small port, flowing gently downstream the Fengduo River. They either turn into cool ale or head out to sea, transported to countries beyond Haisas. What they exchange for are those exquisite utensils, beautiful clothes, and exciting stories from the outside world.

The residents here live a monotonous but happy life. Perhaps they will never see the outside world in their lifetime. As the Miska people themselves say: "The happy life you aspire for can all be found here, so why not stay and slowly enjoy it?"

But today, the docks of this city are unusually quiet. Even though there are so many white sails docked, there is no one accompanying them. The small town is almost devoid of people, with only a few small dogs tied in yards unable to leave, barking discontentedly.

And at this moment, Lynch and the others happened to arrive here. The mage had already changed out of his black robe on the way, now wearing a large adventurer’s outfit, with cuffs and pant legs tightly bound, and purposely adorned with some cheap ornaments. Now he looked just like a doorman for some noble, coincidentally passing by on an errand.

"Strange, why is there no one here?" Felps placed his hand over his eyes and looked around. However, considering his Halfling height, this action looked somewhat amusing.

"Soka, fly up and see where everyone has gone?" Deluo patted the little angel’s head. The latter instantly rose into the sky. After some time of training, little Soka’s flying skills had become much better than when they left the Underdark.

Lynch tightly gripped the Magic Wand, feeling very anxious. Within the observation range of the Eye of Insight, there indeed was no one. This situation made him increasingly uneasy. The mage tapped Zilvra’s hand, gesturing for her to follow closely, moving towards the inside of the town.

Lynch swiftly traversed the streets of this small town, with the others following behind him. Deluo could tell that the mage was incredibly familiar with the layout here, knowing exactly where every passage was. While doubting whether this was the hometown Lynch spoke of, they found he had already stopped in front of an old inn.

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