Mage Legend-Chapter 347 - 25 episodes Song Voice_4

"This question is hard to answer. Perhaps the future is the only thing I care about," Lynch’s voice was very low. "However, by asking about the situation of the battle between the Mage and the god, aren’t you worried that the Pate Temple will judge you? I still remember that any topic related to that war is forbidden for you." frёewebnoѵēl.com

"I don’t think the Light God has anything to hide or fear, he is always open and aboveboard," Kuboert said. "In this regard, I have always been very resolute."

"With such a statement, you can be considered quite an individualist among the Priests of Pate, right?" Lynch said. "Even when coming to the Elf Kingdom, I haven’t seen any apprentice or follower by your side."

"In this respect, actually, you and I are no different. We are individual souls, coming from different races," Kuboert said. "Even though we have significant ideological differences, we are now fighting side by side. A Mage who once slaughtered gods, a Priest who embraces god, don’t you think there is great symbolic meaning in this?"

"The so-called meaning is nothing but an illusion people use to deceive themselves, Mr. Priest," Lynch said. "To be blunt, I actually don’t need you here."

"But you still cannot deny the fact that I have quite a positive role here," Kuboert said. "If I have some understanding of Mages, I have already heard of your extreme respect for facts. Could it be that facts are the god you believe in? Is that the place where your soul wants to reach?"

Lynch sighed. Now, instead, he hoped the undead would appear early. Perhaps only in fierce battle would Priest Kuboert close his mouth. However, his words indeed touched on something Lynch hadn’t thought of.

"Why am I standing here at all?" he asked himself in his mind: "What makes my soul different from others’? When I become a pure ghost, what distinguishes me from other individual ghosts?"

His hands began to tremble involuntarily again, and the Powerful Wand let out a gentle whimper, as if a force was driving it. Kuboert looked at Lynch strangely, not understanding what was wrong with the Mage in front of him. He gently patted the young man on the shoulder and said, "Wake up, Mr. Mage. Your thoughts seem no longer in your body."

Lynch awakened as if from a nightmare-laden sleep, exhaled a long breath, and focused his eyes on the Priest’s face.

"I’m fine," Lynch said. "This has happened before. I guess I was too excited."

"No, I don’t think so," Kuboert said. "I’ve seen many such cases. Some former Priests who lost their faith and thus didn’t know their purpose in life were like you, with their souls striving desperately to escape the control of their bodies and fly to an unknown place."

"Then do you have any suggestions?" Lynch asked curiously. "How do you treat them?"

"Treat?" Kuboert said, "I don’t call it treatment, it’s just letting them find faith again. The Light God never refuses those souls who seek solace." With that, he took out the silver emblem inlaid with gemstones from his chest, clasped it tightly in his hand, then, with a kind look, patted Lynch’s shoulder.

"No, thank you," Lynch’s smile returned to his face. "I still don’t believe in those beings with Divine Power."

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