Lynch awoke and immediately realized the terrifying situation. He was facing someone with formidable mind powers, yet couldn't cast a single spell. Even though he still had plenty of scrolls and magic wands in his possession, and an arcane staff hovering while maintaining invisibility beside him, any movement to retrieve a scroll would reveal the fact that he lacked power to his enemy.
"Hello, my name is Lynch." The mage straightforwardly extended his right hand, as if meeting an old friend, greeting his enemy with a smile. The archbishop didn't react immediately, or perhaps he had played the friendly role for so long it had become a habit. He even extended his hand to shake Lynch's.
"What spell did you just use? My mind suddenly became clear and unburdened." Lynch tightly held the archbishop's hand and said, "Can you teach me that spell?"
