"Alright, it was that black-robed mage who helped me recover my memory, but there are still many things I cannot recall." Lynch held a glass of red wine in his hand, smiling as he conversed with Wislin and Morgan. The dignitaries and generals participating in the conference cast astonished glances, and although the lord of Haisas disliked any mage, he dared not show any expression of disdain.
"So, I should thank that black robe." Morgan wiped the wine froth beside his mustache with his sleeve and said in his usual loud voice: "I'm so glad you've returned to normal! Shouldn't we drink to that?"
Wislin snatched the large goblet from the dwarf's hand and said, "Now is not the time for drinking! You need to keep a clear head to enter the conference room!"
"Haha! What's the need for that! Now that Lynch is back, a mere breath from him, and the Snake-men will be rolling away in panic!" Morgan laughed heartily, "I think even that big serpent is no match for you."
