Mage Legend-Chapter 844 - 61: Target_4

Lynch said to Morgan, "Old friend, when you go back this time, your people will definitely hold a grand feast to celebrate your victory!"

"Not a chance!" Morgan gripped tighter, whispering to the mage.

To gain something, one must give something in return. Under this overarching principle, the entire meeting proceeded very smoothly. No one made any pessimistic remarks or provocative statements—that would only result in isolation and defeat; nor did anyone expect "unity" without reciprocation from others—it was less reassuring than a simple business contract. Haisas had gold and manpower, Ian could provide a large amount of supplies, the southern lords still had plenty of horses, while the equipment of the elves and dwarfs was still magical.

Lynch, resting his chin on his hand, was not very interested in the generals' discussions on how to defend against the Snake-men. The names of those villages, rivers, and the mountains that were easy to defend but hard to attack, held little meaning for him. The serpent held a large aerial force, capable of bypassing these markers on a map to strike anywhere, and only enough Griffin Cavalry and Elf Wind Steed Hunters could truly hold back the enemy's onslaught.

Even so, they could only block the Snake-men, not the serpent itself. The Macken Knight, possessed by the Light God, glanced at the massive Anriel map and left the excited generals to approach Lynch.

"I've been wondering, what do you really want?" the Macken Knight asked. "If you set off now, the serpent wouldn't live to see another day."

"That's not my style, and you wouldn't agree to such an approach either," Lynch replied. "The only outcome of me killing the serpent is inheriting its power. Those ancients absorbed by it would never revive again—because killing me would be tens of thousands of times harder than killing the serpent."

"Indeed, it seems you've understood the rules after acquiring the power of the Magic God," the Macken Knight said. "So what's your plan?"

"I'm just a mage, so don't call me by any other title," Lynch answered. "After the god-slaying war, mages have become unwelcome in the world, partly due to the surviving gods like yourselves. If I can revive those gods absorbed by the serpent, allowing them to regain the power from their followers, would that bring peace?"

"Can you really do that?" the Macken Knight was slightly surprised. "Are you willing to give up the chance to continue increasing your own power?"

"I'm merely shedding a burden, thus purifying myself," Lynch replied with a smile. "Yes, I'm going to do that. But I only have the corresponding power, not the corresponding skills. By then, I will still need Pate's Hand of Healing."

"Regardless of what other temples will do, my followers always welcome all acts of kindness and compassion. This will make us friends."

"Friends? That's hard to say." Lynch shook his head. "I haven't forgotten how you once oppressed me with your divine power." Yet his eyes were filled with a smile, and in his heart, he didn't take the matter too seriously.

"So what you need is for all living beings in the world of Anriel to once again welcome mages; for all prejudice and rejection to disappear? Why don't you use your own power to achieve this?" the Macken Knight asked.

"I'm rather lazy, and the process of changing perceptions is bound to be very long and tortuous." Lynch patted Macken's shoulder, saying, "I prefer to quietly study spells, so it's better to leave these matters to others."

"I accept your proposal." The Macken Knight extended his hand, and shook hands with Lynch.

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