Such actions not only failed to dissuade those fellows but instead further sparked the interest of the nobles. Especially when Lynch used a few Gold Coins to bribe the other nobles' servants to announce Zilvra's beauty and "unmarried" status, this craze even made people think that spring had arrived before the Warm Festival. By the time the nobles hoped to use their influence to have the Pate Temple invite this mysterious lady, Lynch and Zilvra's goal had been achieved.

On the other hand, the progress of studying the Transmission Black Stone was unusually slow; Lynch had never encountered something so complex. The arrangement of those texts and patterns seemed to explain some kind of order and rule, yet the deeper he researched, the more disorderly it appeared.

"This is just like a mischievous child stirring a pot of scrambled letters. It's meaningless!" The Mage rubbed his brows and closed Felps' scroll. The contents had already embedded deep into his memory, but Lynch couldn't resist taking a few looks now and then. "Even if that big serpent fellow deciphered the other arcane scrolls, such strange phenomena shouldn't happen — this thing doesn't relate to any current magic theory. Unless that big serpent is a god mastering the domain of space, it's impossible to create some new rules."

Lynch repeatedly recalled the scene at that time when the Snake-man transporters were entering and exiting the Black Stone, trying to figure out how this thing operated. However, because he was worried about how to conceal Zilvra, he hadn't memorized the sequence in which the ground texts lit up. The Mage frowned even more, trying to focus his willpower, squeezing his brain.

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Zilvra lay on a folding chair beside him, with a soft pillow embroidered with floral patterns supporting her back, and a lace-trimmed warm quilt casually covering her body. After receiving many gifts sent by the nobles, she was "guiltlessly" enjoying this holiday.

"Lynch, don't overwork yourself." Zilvra casually tossed another letter with rose petals onto the floor, unconcerned about how expensive winter roses were — just like her suitor's heart. "If you cannot understand what those patterns demonstrate, how could the stupid Snake-men possibly understand?"

Lynch suddenly turned his head to look at Zilvra, his tightly knit brows relaxing, as the muscles on his face also eased. The Mage tossed the scroll aside, exhaling a long sigh. "Why didn't I think of this sooner? Zilvra, you really should become a Mage! You are genuinely clever."

"Haha, I didn't realize that the term 'Mage' has become synonymous with non-stupidity." Zilvra sat up, staring at Lynch and said: "Mr. Non-Stupid, what exactly have you discovered?"

Lynch, unconcerned, explained: "I always thought that this stone used for teleportation was some kind of Magic Item, particularly after guessing that the big serpent possessed the Arcane Secret Scroll. But on the other hand, the Littlefinger's men were able to imitate Mages in casting Spells, and I'm a Great Mage; it's impossible for me not to decipher the runes on it."

"But that is indeed a Spell's effect," Zilvra said. "Just like no matter how much you praise me, I wouldn't be able to cast spells other than Demon Fire, Darkness, and Floating. The teleportation ability must be a Spell effect, something warriors couldn't achieve. If it's not arcane, then it must be Divine Arts of a Priest."

"I did think about it. The big serpent absorbed the vanishing Divine Power, and his subordinates — including Bishop Pate — could all cast Divine Arts. This explanation seems plausible." Lynch said, rubbing his chin. "But on the other hand, the True Path Sect followers have a strong imitation ability. Even things I can't decode, they could certainly mimic by rote imitation. Though I don't understand how those guys achieve it, mimicking those Snake-man transporters is certainly easier than trying to imitate a Great Mage, right?"

Zilvra pouted, put down the dessert in her hand, and pondered for a while. "In that case, there's actually no reason those 'actors' can't use the Transmission Stone."

"Yeah, isn't it strange?" Lynch smiled, watching Zilvra's puzzled expression and how her brows knitted just like his earlier. The Drow woman pondered for a while, then suddenly raised her head. "Stop smiling, you must understand the logic behind it. Don't think I don't know that in your frail chest beats a heart dripping with vengeful venom!"

"Hearing this from a person from the Underdark, it's truly a grave accusation," the Mage said, spreading his hands indifferently and innocently. "Actually, there is only one explanation. The activation of those Transmission Stones has nothing to do with the Snake-men. The issue isn't with the users — more accurately, it has nothing to do with themselves."

Lynch pointed at the scroll on the ground and announced: "That thing is utterly useless! The Snake-men must be carrying something that allows them to pass through those stones! And the differences caused by those items enable them to teleport to different gates."

Zilvra suddenly realized: "The True Path Sect followers can imitate any race and profession, but they can't mimic an inanimate object. Just like they can mimic Mages in casting spells but can't turn into a Magic Wand."

"So, I need to figure out exactly what causes this difference," Lynch said, standing up as the Arcane Wand perceived his Summoning and instantly appeared by the Mage's side. "I'm going to the nearest Snake-man teleportation point; I should be back within two or three days."

"But the Warm Festival is about to start, do you want me to attend that boring and nauseating gathering alone?" Zilvra's gaze landed on the thin sword beside her. "No! I want to personally handle the interesting parts. Whether peeling Snake-skin or piercing their triangular heads, I'll figure things out. You can attend the gathering."

"Me? Turn into you?" Lynch shook his head. "I'm not like some foolish young Mages with a penchant for disguise. Besides, the gathering is actually more interesting than peeling off snake heads." The Mage patted Zilvra's thin sword, his gaze falling on the black Prisoner Dragon Ring clasped on her hand. He said, "Remember, take the weapon with you when you attend the festival. Along with caution, they will protect you. I'll return as soon as possible."

"Protect me? Aren't you worried about whether those nobles' necks and hearts will get a big hole stabbed in them?" Zilvra chuckled softly. "Haven't you seen those courting letters on the ground? I'm gonna be very popular."

Lynch stood up again, transforming back into his red Magic Robe. He snapped his fingers, the colorful flash hopping with a crisp crackle at his fingertips. "Yeah, how did I not think of that? Competing with a Legendary Great Mage for the heart of a beautiful Half-Angel — while her other half-heart is pulsing with the power of Dark Elf blood. Zilvra, since when did you and I care about the life and death of those fools?"

Zilvra burst into laughter at Lynch's words, her whole body's muscles trembling, and her silvery hair bouncing joyfully on her shoulders. After the hotel window opened and closed again, a bit of winter chill came into the room, and one Mage's silhouette was missing.

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