Lynch gently touched Deluo's shoulder with the magic wand, allowing the spell of flying to flow through the warrior's body. Meanwhile, Soka led out the little horse and whispered a few words in its ear, making Deluo's mount quietly follow Soka without a sound, even as it was lifted into the air.

"I still have quite a lot of food stored at the All-Knowing Tower, so you don't need to go to Yim anymore." Lynch said, flying with Deluo in the sky, turning to him and asking, "Why didn't you bring others along with you? This isn't exactly a peaceful time."

"I know, but there's nothing I can do." Deluo, unlike a novice unaccustomed to high-speed flight, knew how to keep the wind from blowing into his mouth. He told Lynch, "But Felps told me that only if I go alone to meet the rich merchant would he see me and provide resources. I don't know why, but there's something very mysterious about this whole affair."

"I see." Lynch nodded and picked up speed. Before long, he brought Deluo to the top of the tower, and the flying city drifted back to its original course. The mage said, "Look around here, what do you think?"

The enormous white castle soared into the clouds, reaching the heavens, as if it were a high peak overlooking the earth, with a commanding pride pervading. Among them, a tower stood above the rest, continuing to rise, dominating other structures and drawing all eyes to itself. If the flying castle were a crown in the sky, then this tower would be the most dazzling gemstone. The city's beauty was beyond words—pearls and ivory-colored marble were surrounded by a gentle halo under the rays of dawn, the tranquil water on the square reflecting the drifting clouds above, and the great garden was filled with various exotic flowers and plants emitting charming fragrances, as if there were no winter here and warm spring eternally resided. The layered houses themselves—the masterpieces of rock spirits and dwarf craftsmen—took Deluo's breath away. He couldn't move his feet, merely gazing in awe at the breathtaking beauty.

After a while, Deluo came to his senses, saying, "Well, if you intended to shock me, you succeeded. I've never seen a place more beautiful than this."

"Thank you for the compliments. But in reality, I don't much like how the dwarves made the castle so beautiful." Lynch led Deluo forward, saying, "Especially when I think that these things will gradually fade in the river of time and eventually turn to decay, I feel particularly regretful."

"What's to regret? Although eventually they'll disappear, isn't now the most crucial time?" Deluo rubbed his hands, saying with some excitement, "You just said you have plenty of food here. I've been hungry for a long time!"

"I'll make sure you eat to your heart's content," Lynch said, "and since many dwarves live here too, the fine wine will also be plentiful. Many dwarves look down on humans for their drinking capacity, so you, a big guy, can put a dent in their arrogance."

At this moment, a young mage walked up to Lynch, clasped his hands together, and bowed, "Honorable Great Mage, a letter from the Five Realms Fortress has arrived. The messenger is waiting and says there is a verbal message from Wislin. Should I bring him here?"

"Let's go together," Lynch waved his hand, dismissing the young mage. He looked at his companion's puzzled expression and explained, "I am now managing the entire Mage Association and trying to coordinate the various forces resisting the snake-men. So far, the results have been minimal; only mutual exchange of intelligence has been somewhat successful. At least we now know who is a friend and who is an existing or potential enemy."

"Actually, if you could throw in a few fireballs on the battlefield, that would be exciting," Deluo said, "I've always hoped to have a mage helping. Even if not, a magician would do."

"It's difficult," Lynch sighed, "All spellcasters are facing challenges more severe than the serpent armies, unable to truly participate in the fight as you hope. Now all the great mages have gathered to try and solve this problem, hoping to escape the current predicament soon."

Deluo didn't continue questioning because he knew he couldn't intervene in the internal affairs of the Mage Association. After beginning to manage his own militia of over a thousand people, he realized how daunting the task was. "Right now, my greatest hope is that the Holy Pate does not completely collapse—at least not imminently. The snake-men's army is very elite, and once they break through the entire northern line of defense, the consequences would be unimaginable." Deluo paused, then continued, "I admire Wislin very much—of course, when I first met him, I looked down on him. To have held on at the Five Realms Fortress for so long is indeed legendary."

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