"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 moment 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 time. Including later in the war with the Elf Kingdom, the immense 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 sometimes female intuition is very accurate. However, in the hearts of Morgan and the Dwarf King, there was always some guilt, thinking that Lynch's disappearance was inextricably linked with them. Every time at this moment, these few Dwarves would remain silent for a long time, 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 Elemental 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 blossomed 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 meant 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 mechanically 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 moment, then joined the celebration. She hugged Norton's round body, quickly somersaulting 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 moment, 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 moment. 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 time so slowly. She tried to calm her emotions but still said in a trembling voice, "Where is he now?"

Norton answered immediately, "Master Lynch is about a few hundred kilometers from here. Should we proceed immediately?"

"Of course." Zilvra's voice gradually calmed down: "I will go back to tidy up now, and let me 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 meeting 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 immediately descended in altitude, and the sound of clattering came 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 seemed unable to decide which direction to go. But suddenly, the All-Knowing Tower seemed 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 helmet on his head. The hat that Soka called "iron melon 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 helmet, 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 welcome 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 some good arrangements!"

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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