It was precisely because of this that his pace towards Moni’s house beca even slower.
Walk a bit and stop, walk a bit and stop, there always cos a ti when you arrive, "Fear not the slow pace, but the standing still."
Moni’s ho was simply furnished. One large room with only six items: Moni’s bed, Nimo’s bed, Moni’s experintal workbench, Nimo’s experintal workbench, Moni’s display cabinet for tools, drawings, and finished products, and Nimo’s display cabinet for tools, drawings, and finished products. Among these six items, except for the bed which favored Nimo’s taller build, everything else lost in size to his uncle’s.
But what now most attracted Lynch was the pot of fragrant potato mushroom cheese stew on the table. The days of unconsciousness combined with the hunger brought about by the previous use of the Healing and Recovery Spell made Lynch’s stomach growl imdiately.
Luckily, Moni’s stomach growled simultaneously.
The big and little person looked at each other and burst into laughter.
Nimo ca in from outside, holding a basket full of fresh fruits and vegetables in one hand and a few long loaves of bread in the other. This was their dinner for the day.
After the uncle and nephew finished a simple prayer of gratitude to their Dwarf God, they invited the mage to join them for the al. Lynch, with only one hand, was obviously unaccustod to eating, unable to achieve his own maximum eating efficiency. Yet sotis, being able to slow down and savor each mouthful can indeed be a happiness of its own.
While eating, Moni started telling all sorts of little jokes. To be precise, after seeing Mage Lynch sigh, he had been trying to make Lynch laugh with his antics. Lynch’s mood had already improved greatly, dispelling the unhappiness and depression from losing his Magic Ability completely. The only reason he didn’t laugh like the "big guy" Nimo at the table was because the cramped space truly constrained the mobility of his tall fra.
The wind blew past the snowcaps of the Ridge Mountains,
The clouds covered the lush scenery of the fertile plains,
The water carved through the sharp ice of the Echoing Gorge,
I walked through the golden hall of Dwarf City.
On the snowcaps, I saw clouds turn into land, slowly drifting past under my feet,
In the greenery, I touched river water turning into a clear gauze, gently slipping through my fingers,
By the sharp ice, I heard a little dwarf’s joyful shout turn into a bird,
In the golden hall, he spent his life experiencing his happy life.
I am not giant-like in stature,
I am not dwarf-like in tenacity,
I am not elf-like in elegance,
I am simply happy as a dwarf.
When friend, you co to this golden hall,
Look at the little dwarves rushing around,
Pay attention to the smiles on their faces,
Listen carefully to their joyful and happy heartbeats,
Chat about the beauty in their lives,
Stop and rest in a quiet corner of the golden hall.
...
Lynch sat silently on the chair, watching Moni recite a little poem of theirs.
After a mont, Moni erged from his recitation, excitedly looking at Lynch: "How was it? Not bad, right? I wrote it myself. You wouldn’t believe it, but writing a little poem is no easy task, much harder than making a fun machine. Speaking of making things, you mages are also really good at making things, aren’t you? Do you have anything fun you made? Can I see it?"
At these words, Nimo’s interest piqued as well; he stopped clearing the ss of cups and plates and stood behind his uncle, eagerly watching the mage.
"This ti out, I left everything I made at the Mage Association. I couldn’t bring a single item," Lynch said helplessly.
"That’s alright. I heard you’re going to stay here for a long ti anyway, so you might as well make a few things. If it’s possible, my nephew and I would love to see how you mages make things. And if you could let others see too, that would be even better. The last ti a mage ca here was over a hundred years ago. Fortunately, I got to see it. His skills were amazing; with a flourish of his fingers and so gibberish I couldn’t understand, and then poof – a walking stone horse appeared right in front of ." Moni said, gesturing with his hands to mimic the spell-casting gestures the mage made at the ti, muttering gibberish with a certain tone to recreate his impression of that scene.
"At that ti, my family told it was sothing called magic, very impressive, capable of transforming into anything you wanted to beco. I then decided I must learn this magic skill to create various toys I wanted. Although we dwarves also have so magical skills, unfortunately, I can never be like that mage using those human spells, changing anything at will. So I began researching my All Things Machine. By the way, can you teach my nephew Nimo magic? I’m a bit too old to learn human magic now, but I think Nimo is very clever, so please teach him so spells."
Lynch smiled wryly: "I no longer have the ability to use magic. I’m now a mage without spells." Facing the kind-hearted and hospitable dwarves, Lynch felt there was no need to play tricks or scheming, honesty was the best approach.
"What?" Moni and Nimo’s mouths gaped open, looking at Lynch in disbelief: "Human magic is really an unstable thing, once learned it can suddenly disappear. Seems like our dwarf skills are more reliable."
"If Nimo really wants to learn magic, I could still teach him. All my knowledge is still there, so there shouldn’t be any problem being a teacher. However, how much he learns will depend on how hard Nimo works."
"This is truly a good thing. We dwarves have a saying that learning two more skills is never a bad thing. Nimo, listen to your uncle, now you will follow Mage Lynch to learn magic."
"But," Moni continued, "Lynch, is there a way to restore your magical ability? The whole city will help you."
Lynch shook his head.
"Why not try learning again from scratch?" Nimo, who had been silent, chid in "Maybe you can try our dwarf magic. Perhaps you can use it."
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