Mage Legend-Chapter 834 - 60: Restoration_2

Lynch blinked, but still placed two silver coins on the counter. He helped Zilvra put on this wooden necklace—all those who came out of the Underdark no longer appreciated those 'precious' mineral and metal treasures, but rather favored wooden products.

"Thank you, but it's really unnecessary." Zilvra smiled and said, "If that shopkeeper couldn't keep an eye on his own goods, I can't be blamed..."

"Let's not talk about this." Lynch placed a finger on Zilvra's lips and then said, "What happened to those who were captured?"

"No one knows exactly what happened, but we noticed that the number of the Snake-man army seems to be increasing endlessly. Although divine power can increase crop yields, it's impossible to feed so many prisoners and provide provisions for the newly emerging troops with that extra production. I suspect they are using the captives to feed the new soldiers!"

Lynch furrowed his brows and clenched his fists. He said angrily, "If I can recover my memory, I will definitely eliminate them as soon as possible!"

Zilvra smiled without answering. He knew that even if Lynch recovered his memory, he wouldn't do that. A mage's nature doesn't favor killing; even if he uses powerful magic, it's to avoid greater loss of life. Only the present Lynch, like a blank book, would under Zilvra's influence, gradually become more emotional and more inclined to kill.

At the other end of the city, a gatekeeper stopped a young man shrouded in a black robe. His frail-looking body and constant coughing made the guards think he was a plague-carrying patient. But just as the guards were raising their axes to drive him away, the man in black suddenly vanished from sight like the wind.

"What the hell?" The guards looked at each other, lowering their weapons. Only then did they realize in horror that the weapons originally in their hands had turned into enormous venomous snakes coiling around their arms, baring sharp fangs and hissing as they glared at them.

"Help!" The soldiers waved their arms, trying to shake the snakes off, yelling as they quickly disappeared without a trace.

Of course, Lynch and Zilvra knew nothing of this. They were sitting in a tavern, tasting local delicacies. They were enjoying themselves, completely ignoring the strange looks from people around them. They didn't even notice when the black-robed mage entered and sat in a corner near the fireplace.

"Are you trying to pay with a piece of scrap metal? What a joke!" The tavern owner, possessing Beastman blood, raised his voice and tossed a steel coin on the table. "This worthless thing could perhaps buy you a glass of water!"

"A cup of hot water," the black-robed mage extended his thin, slender finger and pushed the steel coin forward on the table.

Lynch turned his head, intrigued by what was happening there. Although the man in black concealed his face under the hat's shadow, Lynch could still feel two burning eyes directly staring at him from within that black silhouette.

Lowering his voice, Lynch whispered into Zilvra's ear, "For some reason, I feel this person seems familiar. Perhaps I knew him in the past."

"Then invite the gentleman over," Zilvra, understanding the implication, smiled and said.

Just as the tavern owner was about to throw out the frail-looking stranger, he hesitated upon hearing this—which inadvertently saved his life. The black-robed mage stood up, nodded twice, then walked over to sit beside Lynch.

"Have I met you before?" Lynch warmly greeted him.

The black-robed mage said nothing but suddenly reached out and grabbed Lynch's wrist. Although this figure appeared extremely frail, his grip was strong, making it hard to break free. A sensation like being burned by a red-hot iron spread from the wrist, piercing the bones with pain. Lynch couldn't help but let out a cry.

Zilvra drew a short blade and stabbed at the black robe like lightning.

The next moment, she found herself sitting in the open space outside the tavern, the short sword still tightly clenched in her hand. Shaking her head, not understanding what had happened, she quickly stood up and rushed back into the tavern.

Lynch and the black-robed figure were gone, but the drinks and food on the table were still there. Zilvra grabbed a diner by the collar, trying to inquire, but found these people seemed to have had their memories wiped clean, recalling nothing.