The mage suddenly shook the lich and shouted, "You're playing with words, trying to deceive me! Although the power of the true name prevents you from lying to me about the Snake-men, you can still mix in some irrelevant information to confuse my thoughts. 'Snake-men don't know how to repair weapons,' such a sentence is indeed true, but it creates the illusion that 'Snake-men excavate for weapons and seek out dwarves for repairs.' How could they know the weapons were unusable and needed dwarf repairs before they even excavated them? It doesn't make sense!" Lynch released his grip and pointed his Powerful Wand at him, "You still have a chance now, tell the truth!"
The lich staggered two steps, then bent down, looking at Lynch, rubbing his hands repeatedly, "Master Mage, the things those Snake-men are excavating really are from an ancient battleground, which hosts numerous dead, and even today, the wars haven't ceased. I haven't seen the real scene of that place, only relying on some documents and speculation. That's all I know."
Lynch didn't immediately remove the Powerful Wand, still pointing it at the lich's head. Macken the Knight came out from inside, witnessing this scene. He drew his sword and said to the mage, "I've long said we should deal with him, and it's not too late now."
The lich shrank back seeing Macken, apparently very afraid of the knight's weapon. Lynch thought for a moment, then moved the wand away, "No, I think this time he told some truth, which can be of use; keep him for now. However, lich!" the mage addressed him, "No matter what's there, you have to go see it with me! Trying to throw us into sudden danger and escape bonds, it won't be that easy!"
"Understood, Master Mage, I've heard every syllable you said," Heiss slinked upright against the wall, "I will dedicate myself, and no more cunning tricks."
Macken the Knight sheathed his sword, smiling at the mage. He barked at the lich, "Get to the side, you lucky undead thing. Mind your neck always!" and then walked past Lynch, leaving a word, "I'll go outside and see how Soka is doing." ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel•fire.net
"Knight, you also have matters you haven't told me, so I can't judge the current situation," Lynch called to Macken, said, "In the Elf Kingdom, back then you lost confidence, falling into destitution on the street. Although you later set off with me, you were still somewhat dispirited. But after passing through the Golden Forest, you seemed like a changed person, even more energetic than the Macken I met in Moon Harbor City."
"Isn't that good, young mage?" Macken the Knight said, "Since I've made mistakes, naturally I should give my best to make amends for past failures. Only then can I enjoy peace."
"The abilities you now possess exceed the level you might have, and that's not normal, and I don't like those abnormal situations which confuse me and make thinking difficult," said the mage, "When do you plan to tell about what you encountered in the Dormant Forest? Or choose to keep that secret forever?"
"I don't think telling it would serve any purpose, mage," Macken the Knight's face turned serious, "I have a holy mission related to my faith. Lynch, you are not a member of a knight's order; you are certainly not a follower of Light God Pate. I can't tell you."
"Then keep your secret, sir knight," Lynch smiled at him, "I hope your holy mission is completed soon, and, besides, I will wish you success." The mage turned around and brought Norton into Morgan's room. He still had a lot to do now.
That day, except for Soka, everyone appeared silent and withdrawn. Lynch shut himself in the room making Magic Scrolls, with flashes and sounds occasionally flickering from beneath the tightly closed stone door. Zilvra quietly organized her own belongings, arranging all supplies neatly. Macken the Knight sat on a chair, facing the lich, polishing his sword. His armor was spotless, having already been repaired and polished by dwarven craftsmen. As for the lich, he now looked more like a statue, but no one knew what kind of thoughts were spinning in the flames dancing in his eyes.
After dinner, a long time passed, yet Dwarf Morgan still hadn't returned. Lynch looked out the window; the Snake-man guards in front of the palace were gone, with dwarves coming and going from there. His gaze couldn't cover every corner. Though Lynch suspected Morgan was lured away by the allure of liquor, he couldn't possibly seek out every tavern here one by one.