Lynch hurriedly ran to the bottom of the stairs, supporting his mother, fearing she might lose her balance and fall. He gently said, "Mom, it’s ."
"Why did you beco a Mage!" Lynch’s mother looked at her son’s face and suddenly slapped him. The frail lady didn’t have much strength, and the slap didn’t even leave a red mark.
Zilvra restrained herself from drawing her weapon; in her heart, a Mage capable of taking her out of the Underdark should not be treated this way. The only reason she didn’t rise from her chair was Deluo’s hand. The warrior sensed the female Drow’s agitation and pressed her down firmly.
After the slap, the Mage’s mother gently stroked Lynch’s face. Her trembling hand carefully caressed her son’s eyes, nose, and mouth, her tear-filled eyes fixed on Lynch’s features. She murmured, "But son, as long as you’re alive, it’s good enough."
"Mom, you should rest first. Now that I’ve returned, you don’t need to worry anymore." Lynch held his mother’s hand, but deep down, he was frustrated: The powerful Magic Origin Power could instantly recharge sothing like a Powerful Wand, but it couldn’t heal a frail body. As a Mage, he was far more powerful than others, yet he couldn’t even take care of his mother’s health.
"Alright, son, I’ll listen to you." Lynch’s mother said with a smile, "I’ll go rest so I can take a good look at my son again." She repeated this phrase over and over, walking upstairs with the Mage’s support.
"I can heal others! I’ll go take a look at the black-robed brother’s mom!" Soka waved her little hand, bouncing as she ran upstairs too.
"I am a bishop, I should be the one to do this." Priest Kuboert said. But his steps forward were blocked by Wislin.
Wislin said, "Your Grace, now is not the ti for you and Lynch to et again. I said long ago that even if a funeral is held for him, the Mage’s identity cannot be revealed, but unfortunately, you didn’t listen."
Zilvra placed her leg across the stairs leading upward: "Male, if you take one more step, I’ll let you know the consequences!"
"What a ss this is!" Kuboert was angry: "I’ll head back to the inn first. Wislin, report to imdiately if anything cos up!" With that, the bishop left with the Paladins outside the house.
"Finally gone!" Morgan watched Kuboert leave, rubbing his hands: "Now I can speak freely. You guys..." Morgan pointed at those who ca from the Underworld: "What are all your nas?"
Felps was naturally the best introducer, and he introduced everyone to each other. However, he kept Zilvra’s identity as a Dark Elf a secret. On the Surface World, so nas are better left unspoken.
"I wonder how this incident will end." Deluo looked upstairs, then out the window: "If those annoying cans co again, I’ll knock them all open one by one!"
Morgan found soone sharing his thought, and the mouth hidden beneath his beard grinned happily. Only Wislin found this "can" label a bit awkward—after all, he was also a mber of the Pate Knights.
"By the way, Wislin." Dwarf Nimo whispered: "Why can’t Lynch’s identity as a Mage be casually revealed? Isn’t that a good thing?"
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