Mage Legend-Chapter 835 - 60: Restoration_3

"Lynch, where on earth have you been!"

Lynch actually wanted to ask himself this question. He only felt the world spinning before inexplicably ending up in an abandoned house. The black robe grasped his hand and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"I don't really like crowded places, and you seem to have decided not to like people at all." He said, coughing, "What exactly forced you to seal your own memories?"

"I don't know."

"You will tell me," the black robe said. "By doing this, we will be even."

"Owe what? Ah!!..." Before Lynch could finish his words, an indescribable pain exploded in his mind. It felt as if the black-robed mage had thrust his five fingers into Lynch's head, causing him to collapse, and he blacked out.

The black-robed mage took a vial of green potion from his pocket and slowly poured it down. Then he began to recite a complex spell with full concentration.

Lynch had been "magically" kidnapped, news that allowed Wislin and Morgan to successfully escape from the banquet. They deployed an entire team of guards to search the city for Lynch's whereabouts, eventually expanding the search to the surrounding villages. But in the end, they found nothing.

Everyone could only pin their hopes on Lynch's words, "I always feel he's familiar."

Five days later, Lynch finally opened his eyes again. The pain and injuries he had sustained for the past few days were still etched in his mind, all of which erupted at that moment.

But faster than that was a gentle and powerful energy, originating from the depths of his soul, the power he was most familiar with. The mage's wounds healed rapidly, and his weakened body was once again full of vitality. He blinked, and the light like brilliant stars reappeared in his pupils. Lynch said softly, "Black-robed mage, why are you here?"

The black-robed mage showed a satisfied smile. He had finally unlocked Lynch's profound Memory Locking Technique, a success that brought him more joy than anything else in the world. After smoothing his tone, he said, "I need your eyes."

"The Eye of Insight? Is that what you want?" Lynch looked at the other's equally unique pupils and couldn't help but laugh, "Is unique attire popular now?"

The black-robed mage didn't laugh, nor did he show any other expression. He simply pulled out a handkerchief, covered his mouth, and coughed forcefully.

"Alright, alright, you should find someone to look at your illness." Lynch shrugged and then said, "Give me a day, and I'll get you what you want."

The black-robed mage raised his eyes and stared at Lynch.

"Don't worry, I'm healthy and efficient," Lynch said surprisingly easily. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

At the same time as he recovered, the artifact that had killed the Magic God also regained its original form. Under Zilvra's gaze, it slowly transformed back into the magic wand that symbolized the authority of the Mage Association. The Dark Elf didn't understand what it meant, but was afraid the thing would suddenly fly away, so they held it tightly.

Yilinrui let out a long breath and said to the Dark Elf, "It seems Lynch is fine. The magic wand belongs to him and changes with his will. It only reverts to its original form if he dies or regains his memory. Since Zilvra, you can hold the wand without harm, Lynch must have regained his memory!"

"Who would believe that!" Zilvra hugged the magic wand and dashed back to their room. Though their tone was firm, an imperceptible smile played at the corners of their mouth.

The next afternoon, the strategy meeting was held. Haisas' important generals gathered in Platinum City to discuss plans to counter the great serpent with Pate's Northern warriors. The meeting should have taken place earlier, but merchants had endless banquets and social obligations, while Wislin had been busy searching for Lynch.

The Half-Elf General didn't seem in a hurry; he and Knight Macken spent most of their time training and replenishing the army. It was said that the Light of Pate had delivered an oracle, predicting certain victory in the battle against the Snake-man. "Just wait for that moment to come"—that was their common refrain.

But the Druids thought otherwise, bringing bad news. The Northern Snake People had restored their forces with incredible speed, their numbers even surpassing those when they attacked the Fortress of Misunderstanding. The Druids were unclear how the great serpent achieved this. They sent natural scouts, probing for secrets from the breeze, flowing water, and solid ground.