Fortunately, in the angel's heart, the entire picture of the Outer Plane was not yet fully ford, so she had no understanding of the battles between angels and devils, and between devils and demons. Perhaps one day, her bloodline instincts would tell her where this creature in front of her ca from, but at least for now, Soka's knowledge was entirely dependent on the teachings of the few people around her.
Lynch scratched his head, unsure of how to explain it to Soka. The little angel simply hadn't seen the appearance of a Desire Demon, but it was impossible that she hadn't heard of the title of a devil. After thinking for a while, the mage finally decided to tell the truth: "This is a devil I encountered in Bator Hell. I spent a tough ti there, and if it weren't for her, I might have died of boredom."
After speaking, Lynch carefully observed Soka's actions, fearing that the little one would suddenly do sothing a Battle Angel would often do—kill. However, Soka blinked and glanced back and forth between Lynch and the Desire Demon's faces, showing a rare seriousness. After a few breaths, she finally said, "Alright, since she seems injured or sick now, let take care of her! After all, I'm the best priest here!"
"Soka is always the sweetest!" Lynch said with relief.
"But I want to eat those sweet candies again! Lynch, you have to make them for when you have ti!" Soka's expression suddenly beca bright: "No going back on your word."
Lynch smiled and nodded, finding it a little uncomfortable to pat the angel's head now. The mage pinched Soka's face and asked, "Where are Zilvra and the others?"
"Just up ahead, I'll take you to them." The angel grabbed Lynch's hand, pulling him forward.
However, before seeing Zilvra, Lynch first saw a swarm of dwarves. Norton, Morgan, and Dwarf King Barrend led most of the dwarves standing on the open space in front of the tower. They were very quiet but would occasionally crane their necks and peek out from between people.
"Lynch, you are forever a friend of the dwarves!" Barrend strode forward, spreading his arms wide and hugging Lynch tightly. His arms, like clamps, firmly held the tall and slender human in place. The dwarves let out loud cheers, stomping their feet vigorously on the ground, creating a rhythmic "thud thud" sound, like drumbeats expressing their welco. When the sound gradually subsided, the Dwarf King released his arms, patted the mage on the back, and said, "Also, thank you for allowing us to reside here. The situation outside has beco chaotic. However, wherever you go, just ntion my na to any dwarf, and you will receive the warst and most considerate hospitality. My brothers and friends, who are the leaders of dwarf tribes living all over the world, have already learned your na."
Lynch slightly bent over to better hear Barrend's words. He nodded and politely replied, "Honorable Dwarf King, welco to make this city your ho. Additionally, I am deeply honored to walk this world as a friend of the dwarves, a title I will cherish dearly."
Morgan, upon seeing his old friend, patted his belly and laughed heartily. If it weren't for Barrend and all the dwarves watching, this big red beard would have rushed over to give the long-absent mage a good "embrace." He shouted loudly, "Wine! How can there be no wine at this ti? And a bonfire! It's already dark, light the fire! Let's have so fun!"
Because this was the only way for all the dwarves not to keep their enthusiastic and attentive gazes fixed on him, Lynch imdiately nodded in agreent. He saw that a huge stack of firewood had already been set up in the courtyard's open space, with many wooden barrels beside it, and a lot of raw at, cured at, and pickled at in the baskets and hampers. The mage waved his magic wand, and a long serpent-shaped fla streaked across the night sky above everyone's heads, like a star falling from the heavens, diving straight into the pile of wood. Red flas soared into the sky, instantly lighting up the courtyard and illuminating everyone's smiling faces. The crackling sound of the burning wood announced the start of the feast, and the dwarves cheered, rushing to the bonfire, eagerly bringing out the food they had prepared especially for the festival. At this ti, finding a good spot was difficult, unless it was Lynch and Barrend.
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