"Wislin?" The Paladin shook his head, then said, "Lynch, your way of speaking is almost making me dizzy. Aren't I Wislin?"

"Knowing this is enough." Lynch replied, "Now, Paladin, draw your sword and point it at me. Then tell me your thoughts. If you keep hesitating like this, you'll eventually lose all your judgment."

Wislin gritted his teeth and abruptly drew the sword, pointing it at the Mage's nose. He had never thought that this action was so simple, much easier than plunging the blade into the Snake-man's shell. The Mage looked at the weapon in front of him, the smooth edge of the sword reflecting their appearances like a mirror.

"Actually, you could never hurt me." Lynch said, "Neither your weapon nor your heart has any intention of harming me. You're just missing a reason, a pretext to defy that superior order."

"Mage! I have now received an order to bring to justice a guy named Lynch who imprisoned the Light Saintess. If you see this person who imprisoned the Light Saintess, you must tell me." Wislin quickly sheathed the sword; he had completely relaxed and no longer bore a heavy burden. "If that guy dares to step into the Five Realms Fortress, I will pass swift and severe judgment, like a true Paladin, and execute the order to execute him."

Then, Wislin strode towards his mount, leaving resounding echoes on the ground with his iron boots, never looking back again. With a knowing smile, Lynch shouted at his back, "Don't worry, those guys can't hurt me."

Although Lynch said this, he didn't want to cause Wislin any more trouble. He had to pack up and prepare to leave here. The Dwarves had no objections because merchants from other countries had already transported all the equipment from the All-Knowing Tower to the front lines against the Snake-men, completing the Dwarves' work here. Their task now was to research the "Dragon Head" and had already started working on the first replica.

Lynch originally intended to go to the Gnome city, and now his reasoning was even more sufficient. In terms of forging, the Dwarves' technique is naturally unmatched; but when it comes to machinery, the Gnomes' imaginative ideas are what Lynch currently needs most.

When all the residents returned to the All-Knowing Tower, Lynch wrapped this airborne fortress in clouds, then quietly left under the cover of pre-dawn darkness, outside the sight of all the guards. Only Wislin and Anna knew Lynch's itinerary in advance, standing side-by-side atop the fortress, watching as their friend departed. Only one other person noticed their departure.

The Griffin Knight Gaddy originally wanted to find Soka early in the morning to show off his newly learned aerial maneuvers, but the strong storm around the All-Knowing Tower kept him at bay. Torn between following the fortress or obeying the order of "do not act without permission," he eventually chose the latter, persuading his struggling heart to some degree, and returned to the barracks feeling somewhat dejected.

In contrast to Gaddy's low spirits, Morgan could hardly be happier. Whether it was the favor of the goddess of luck or a sudden spark of wisdom, Red Beard successfully deconstructed the entire siege hammer structurally and recorded all the parts that needed connecting. He even restored several components missing from battle. With his help, the Dwarves quickly manufactured a second siege hammer, but this time, they did not reattach the hammerhead, instead just watching the endlessly turning lever, listening to the roar of the machine.

"Haha, a thousand stones above! This is my best work yet." Morgan stroked his big beard, his eyes narrowed to slits from laughter. "Perhaps when the war is won, someone will carve my name on a monument!"

Lynch leaned wearily on the Powerful Wand, shaking his head helplessly: "They're not going to carve the name of a living person onto a monument, and Morgan, you'll have a very long, long time to walk in this world." The Mage took out a Spatial Bag and handed it to Morgan: "If you're not busy right now, take out the items inside."

"What is it? So mysterious?" Morgan grabbed the bag and pulled out a scroll: "Is this what you want to give me? I'm not a Mage, I can't tinker with this thing."

"If you truly are as great as you claim, you'll understand the true purpose of this thing." Lynch sighed and then said: "I've been observing the Dwarves' manufacturing craftsmanship, learning plenty from your magic equipment forging. This scroll contains several of my proposed improvements. I can't guarantee they're all correct, but I promise that no one but the Dwarves could replicate what's inside."

"So you're not worried about someone else learning new technology from us?" Morgan laughed heartily: "A thousand gemstones! Why didn't I think of that?"

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