The flickering firelight in the fireplace painted his face a shade of red, yet left ample shadows on the bridge of his nose and around his eyes. The Mage held a large goblet in his hand, never bringing it to his lips. The unique aroma of herbs and spices wafted from the chipped cup, diluting the pervasive scent of alcohol.
"Kuziman is still alive, and he has never explained the details of Moon Harbor City to the outside. However, the holy Pate has already made my contributions public, making it very difficult for Kuziman to frame me. But why hasn't the temple revealed the wrongdoings committed by Kuziman?" Lynch bit his lower lip, pondering internally, "If Kuziman were dead, the temple might overlook this matter to maintain a good relationship with the Mage Association. But now Kuziman is like a hidden trap, ready to snuff out Pate's goodwill towards the association at any moment. Don't they care about this?"
