"Although I don’t know the current situation of the Giants, this place is in the northern mountains and may be a place where the Giants pass through. You better be prepared for the possibility. After all, ample preparation is never a bad thing." Lynch ended his narrative with this kind suggestion.
The Dwarf Elder Council fell into silence; the clouds of war had not co so close in over a hundred years. Their people had not encountered the term ’war’ for a very long ti. "Thank you for your advice and suggestion, Mr. Lynch. You will be a guest from the Mage Association here, and we warmly welco your arrival. Consider this place as your own ho. It is our honor to host a mage."
"Thank you." Lynch, hearing the dwarves refer to him as a mage, found himself at a loss for words. He recalled the anomaly he experienced in the morning while reading the Magic Book. His mind still contained all the knowledge regarding magic casting, astrology, principles of magic, pharmaceutics, spell analysis, barrier studies, research on otherworldly creatures, and even the most complex field of ta-magic research. All of these were intact in Lynch’s mory. Furthermore, he had no difficulty in reading his own Magic Book; he could still morize those spells.
However, he could not sense even a trace of magic energy. To be precise, he was completely disconnected from the Magic Network constructed by the Magic God.
Not only was he unable to morize new spells, but he also couldn’t use the leftover spells from the great battle with Mage Kuziman.
At that ti, Lynch closed his eyes and focused to search for the cause of this problem, recalling a piece of information buried deep in his mory. It was sothing his ntor had once said. A long ti ago, when Caso just took him as an apprentice, he said: "Child, never underestimate those Great Mages. As far as I know, so of them have mastered an ability to completely sever a mage’s connection to magic. Although this surely cos at a great cost, beware of them. Always be reverent and humble. That will ensure your survival."
Lynch morized these words at the ti and spent years trying to find the source, searching various texts but to no avail. When he asked ntor Caso about it, the old Prophet firmly denied ever having said such words.
Lynch thought Caso might have used this fabricated story to establish authority and frighten him initially. Over ti, the minor deceit was forgotten by the Great Prophet. From then on, Lynch himself no longer paid attention to it.
But now, he tasted the bitter fruit. He never imagined that the Great Mage Kuziman truly possessed such ability.
Lynch lost his connection to the Magic Network.
The various efforts over the years, the strenuous studies, and nurous experiences teetering on the brink of life and death had forged the current Lynch, forged his magical abilities; the cover and help from teammates during each adventure, and the blood and tears his family had shed for Lynch’s opportunity to study magic, had molded him, creating a mage evaluated at high as level 14. But at this mont, everything turned into nothing. A mage without mana, an adventurer who had lost an arm, was essentially a person without aning for survival.
For a fleeting mont, Lynch considered following his Magic Book and flying off the high platform.
However, the path must be walked, and everyone has their destiny. Whether you feel good or bad now, you have only two choices: either to free yourself from the entanglent of fate with death or to bravely confront fate.
Who knows if the next mont, the Goddess of Fortune will smile upon you, and your efforts and perseverance will earn you a new beginning, a new world?
And so, Lynch is still alive, sitting in the gnos’ council hall, conversing with a few elders.
"Master Mage, we have an unwelco request now." Langda~Garick said slowly, adjusting another pair of thick glasses and looking at Lynch with hope in his voice.
"Moni said you are willing to provide us with mithril for research and invention, is this true?" The old gno’s voice trembled slightly.
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