Not only Lynch, but everyone in the inn glanced around, yet still no trace of Littlefinger Felps could be found. Whenever this halfling wanted to conceal his whereabouts, he always managed to disappear from others' sight without a trace, as he had always done before, and nothing had changed now.
Lynch sighed, helpless against Littlefinger's habit. He slowly walked over to Wislin, looking at this companion who was already clad in the elite Paladin's armor, with the sun's pattern forged through trials and tribulations—sacred Pate's unique emblem. However, as a Mage, he never believed that this armor, engraved with the Sun God's symbols, could perform any better than ordinary steel armor against an enemy's spear.
"Wislin, the battle at Pate will be full of danger, but I will not be there to assist you." The Mage said, "On the battlefield, my role as a Mage is insignificant, and without the designation of the Mage Association, I cannot casually become your consultant."
