CHAPTER 534: TRAVEL AND TRAVEL BEYOND TRAVEL CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE THE LAST GOOD SLEEP_2

Soka curiously ran around Morgan’s house, followed by a white tiger. Knight Macken and Lynch helped entertain the neighbors, answering the questions they posed. A number of young dwarves gathered around Dwarf Morgan—they were beardless, just some young fellas—and after constant begging, Morgan began to tell tales of his adventures outside. Of course, these included many exaggerated boasts. Zilvra and the lich sat quietly in the corner of the room, not drawing any attention. Zilvra did not wish to be the center of focus, and Heiss was ordered to remain silent.

A lavish dinner was inevitable, with dozens of people dining together with Morgan. Around the warm and bright fireplace, every dwarf laughed heartily, singing songs of joyful gatherings, and urged those beside them to drink. The red flames reflected on their faces, smoothing out the wrinkles left from hard work, leaving only joy. Morgan’s small eyes were so curved with happiness that they were like slits, and his Big Beard constantly trembled, stretching out with hearty laughter. Lynch would have said it was a perfect feast if it weren’t for having to drag his heavy frame back to his room afterward.

After settling everyone down, the Mage habitually sat alone in the courtyard to clear his thoughts, something he did in every safe place. The light reflected off the Crystal Stone wall onto him, as if dusted with a layer of bright red powder.

The Demon Statue Norton flew to the Mage’s side and silently watched its master. With a spiritual connection in place, the golem often understood the Mage’s intentions without verbal commands. It flew silently around Lynch, occasionally tucking the corners of his cloak.

Lynch crossed his hands over his chest, supporting his chin. Each time he quieted down, he would once again recall the information about the Savior in his mind—his appearance and characteristics. Perhaps the dwarves living here had met this Half-Elf? Perhaps he would come here trading fish from the glacial lakes for the handiworks of dwarf craftsmen.

"Norton, you can directly know my thoughts, so I’ll tell you the target of this mission." Lynch brought Norton up to his eyes and continuously re-envisioned every detail of that person in his mind. "Perhaps one day I’ll be too tired to remember, and that’s when I’ll need your help."

"Notice, Norton received the command, Norton understands," said the Demon Statue. After a while, it shook its body: "Notice: Norton has a question. Why are there no other talking demon statues, only Norton?"

"You’ll have to find the answer yourself," said Lynch. "Demon statues were originally tools created by mages to assist and protect them. Tools aren’t supposed to have their own consciousness or language abilities."

"Analysis: Isn’t Norton a tool?"

"No, that’s not an accurate answer. Your inference should be: Norton is not just a tool." Lynch patted the Demon Statue’s round body, letting it move up and down in the air. "When you stop saying ’Norton does this and that’, and start saying ’I do this and that’, that’s when you’ll understand these truths."

"Result: The question is temporarily shelved, pending more detailed conditions," said the Demon Statue and then quieted down.

Lynch sat in the courtyard for a while until he heard Morgan’s loud snoring from the room. He pulled his cloak and walked inside, using the Silence Technique on the dwarf’s nose. Morgan turned over, still breathing with his mouth wide open, but no sound emerged again.

Lich Heiss stood silently in a corner of the room, and the yellow glow in his eyes never extinguished. In this house, aside from the coarse candles, only the flames within his skull provided illumination. Lynch looked at his incomplete teeth and tattered robes and walked over to say, "Heiss, do you need a change of attire?"

The lich shook his head without saying anything. It remained standing silently there, like a skeleton servant driven by an evil priest, rather than an intelligent undead filled with cunning. Whenever Lynch thought about currently threatening and imprisoning a sapient being, he felt nauseated, even if the creature was filled with a filthy, evil soul.