The old dwarf took some time to recall the purpose of this meeting—to understand the intention of the magicians to prevent them from becoming entangled endlessly. So Langda said, "Please explain why you think this place is your homeland."

Soraya's face flushed pale and green; he couldn't answer this question because he swore not to reveal the related secret.

This expression aroused more suspicion among the dwarves, and the little goodwill that had just been established vanished again.

"Such conversation won't serve any purpose." Langda waved his hand, "If you say nothing, should we return to the state of lockdown? Magicians, I think you had better leave here and never return."

"We..." Soraya glanced at his companions and found that they had no better solution. Reaching this point, he had few choices, so he braced himself and said, "We need two things from Dwarf City, and then we can leave. We are not ungrateful, so we will provide services using our magic abilities in exchange."

"Two things? That's the reason for your entanglement?" Langda raised an eyebrow, his glasses jumping along with it. "If it's not something of ours, there's no harm giving it to you. But if it belongs to the dwarves, you better not think about it."

Soraya seemed to let out a sigh, and slowly said, "We are looking for a mithril left hand and a tablet. According to ancient records, they are very likely here."

Had the dwarves showed anxiety or confusion, Soraya would have been relieved. It would mean the dwarves didn't have these artifacts or didn't want to hand them over. But the dwarves in front were all surprised, with mouths wide open, as if encountering a very tricky problem.

Langda was the first to react. He said to Soraya, "We have indeed seen the two items you mentioned, and they are in Dwarf City." (Before the magicians stood up excitedly, whispering to each other.) The old dwarf coughed once to restore calm so everyone could hear her clearly.

"But now, the two items are no longer in our possession. If you want to find them, go ask Lynch."

"That Great Mage?" Soraya felt his world spinning; this was the person he least wanted to deal with. If his charming voice had some effect on the dwarves, then facing the mage's Desire Demon was a dead end. Whether through friendly conversation or force, the bald magician saw no hope at all.

"Moreover, the tablet was broken by Lynch, and that arm was installed on his shoulder." Langda looked at the magicians' troubled expressions and felt a stifling anger (he also didn't know the source of this anger) was finally dissipated.

"What? He has used the tablet?" Soraya now felt the sky collapse, as if the most terrible disaster had arrived. His companions behind him continually discussed, "No wonder he can cast spells in an Anti-Magic Field!" Such talks were like repeated heavy blows, striking hard on the magicians' hearts.

Soraya didn't even say "goodbye," leaving his companions behind, and ran quickly towards the square. The magicians were stunned for a moment and then realized. They also left a single "goodbye," and followed in the bald man's footsteps.

"Quick! Tell the young ones to prepare their weapons, there may be big trouble!" Langda knocked on the table, saying urgently, "Tell them to all go to the square and not let the magicians harm Lynch!"

Although Soraya's steps were quick initially, he gradually calmed down while running. 'What should I say when I meet Lynch?' The bald magician was at a loss, 'Ask him to take off his arm and never use spells again? That's absolutely impossible. If he weren't so powerful, it would actually be easier.'

Lynch, at that time, was installing the eight columns of the transmission device. Although he still couldn't understand where those Protection Barriers came from, now the spells had already been learned and became his own knowledge. The experiment of the transmission device had to continue.

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