"I'm just training you now; if it were a real fight to the death, you'd be long dead." Zilvra calmly said facing the panting little angel, "Moreover, you wouldn't even know how you died. My Stealth ability can easily bypass your senses."
"I understand, Sister Zilvra." Soka wiped her sweat vigorously, stubbornly straightening her body. She said, "Let's continue! Before Brother Lynch returns, I want to train until I'm as tall as you!"
Speaking of Lynch, this topic always led to a mont of silence. Zilvra and Soka knew just how powerful the Mage was. In Ratris City, during the battle with the matron, Lynch showed his full strength for the first ti. Including later in the war with the Elf Kingdom, the imnse power of the Undead Magic Bead left a deep impression on them. The two ladies believed that the Mage was just lost or stuck in a place they couldn't reach, temporarily unable to return. It must be said that sotis female intuition is very accurate. However, in the hearts of Morgan and the Dwarf King, there was always so guilt, thinking that Lynch's disappearance was inextricably linked with them. Every ti at this mont, these few Dwarves would remain silent for a long ti, even holding fine wine to cheer them up had no effect.
Today was an ordinary autumn day, the weather was clear, and a few white clouds leisurely drifted in the sky. Because the All-Knowing Tower was far from the ground and surrounded by Elental Protection, the climate change here was negligible. There were no storms, no frost or fog, only bright sunlight spilling its warm heat onto the pure white city. Many plants have been planted here, most transplanted from places they had flown over before. It was no longer a lifeless city, but a place full of vibrant vitality. All the soil nurtured the power of nature, beneath the dense trees was an undergrowth of shrubs and various climbing plants. All year round, flowers blossod here. Although not bright and large, the lovely and delicate small flowers dotted here and there had decorated it like a heavenly garden.
The Dwarves naturally did not have the handiwork of elves; they could carve stones, but those thick, strong fingers were not suited for tending to these floral plants. Almost all the work was done by Norton alone, fortunately, this guy never feels fatigued and can work continuously day and night. Watching life being nurtured, born, and grow under its care ant a lot to the golem. Its eight hands gently caressed the leaves of those plants, much like parents tenderly stroking the faces of their newborn children. In this process, Norton realized many things. It now moved more quietly and steadily rather than chanically or stiffly. So, when Norton eagerly found Zilvra and Soka this day and interrupted their routine training, the Dark Elf was very surprised and annoyed.
"Master is back! Master Lynch is back!" Norton yelled hysterically.
Little Soka was stunned for a mont, then joined the celebration. She hugged Norton's round body, quickly sorsaulting in the air. A few white feathers fell from her wings but failed to draw her attention. She was left with only a joyful smile.
The weapon in Zilvra's hand slid gently and fell silently to the grass. Her thin sword had never left her hand, let alone fallen unconscious. She said nothing, just stood silently with her head down. Laughter from above continued to echo, and waves of joyful emotions washed over her. For a mont, she didn't know what kind of mood she was in; she had never experienced such emotions or was able to replicate the expression of this mont. Zilvra's delicate fingers trembled uncontrollably; at this point, she felt she was on the verge of losing control of her body.
Bending down, she picked up the thin sword and re-sheathed it; she carried out this action for the first ti so slowly. She tried to calm her emotions but still said in a trembling voice, "Where is he now?"
Norton answered imdiately, "Master Lynch is about a few hundred kiloters from here. Should we proceed imdiately?"
"Of course." Zilvra's voice gradually cald down: "I will go back to tidy up now, and let know when we're close."
Soka patted Norton's round head, a gesture she learned from Lynch patting her head all day. "Aren't we also going to the Elf Kingdom to attend the grand eting there?"
"Let them wait!" Zilvra dropped a sentence and turned to leave straight away.
The All-Knowing Tower shook violently, forcibly changing its course. Since Norton wasn't Lynch, he wasn't as adept at controlling the Flying City. The All-Knowing Tower tilted sharply to one side, and imdiately descended in altitude, and the sound of clattering ca from the rooms, indicating the Dwarves' beloved earthenware had likely suffered great damage.
"Sorry," Norton said gently.
The All-Knowing Tower now resembled a drunk Dwarf, staggering and swaying without falling. It seed unable to decide which direction to go. But suddenly, the All-Knowing Tower seed to grasp its intention, like an unbridled wild horse galloping in one direction without restraint, hesitation, or doubt. It had sensed that familiar power and fully awakened. It dashed down from the clouds, covering all low hills with its vast shadow. Flags crafted by Dwarves on the castle swayed in the wind, like being joyfully waved by excited crowds during the King's festival.
Morgan's clothes crooked, like the helt on his head. The hat that Soka called "iron lon skin" now hung irregularly on the Dwarf's Big Beard. Morgan shouted at Norton, "Thousands of stones are flying around! Norton, what are you doing? You're round, so it doesn't matter, but my head's definitely not on my butt!"
"Master Lynch is back, and we're going to greet him." Norton replied while keeping focus on controlling the tower's flight, "This is a direct order from Zilvra."
Morgan's mouth opened wide enough to stuff any large stone in the world, ignoring his misaligned helt, he blushed and asked, "Norton, this isn't another new stunt Zilvra made up, right? Is Lynch truly back?"
"Note: Big Beard Morgan, listen up, Master Lynch is back!" Norton gently shook its body, tendrils waving, expressing its happiness. "We're going to welco him!"
"Hahaha!" The Dwarf burst into hearty laughter, scaring away the birds resting on the branches. He dashed joyfully into the castle's depths, shouting happily, "Gems falling from the sky! This is truly good news! I'm going to make so good arrangents!"
In that autumn evening, before the sun completely set below the horizon, as the red sunset glow hung in the sky and the smoke from dinner had just begun to rise, many late returners were yet to cross the warm doorsteps. A white tower, dyed deep purple-red by the sky, softly drifted over the village nestled within the valleys, passing over areas untouched by warfare, stopped before Mage Lynch.
"Oh, it's much more beautiful than I imagined." Lynch looked at the scenery before him, gently sighing.
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