I am a mage, with an infinite mana bar!

Lynn was puzzled by Liam's words. Why would an organization that once belonged to warriors and heroes steal the queen's jewels?

His question, however, was: "Then why did they degenerate into a gang of thieves?"

Wait a minute, this isn't me. I don't usually speak this stiffly... Lynn was utterly speechless.

Liam was indeed somewhat taken aback by this. He sighed and explained vaguely:

"Perhaps it's because the great hero they once served has died..."

"The Iron Blood Brotherhood was originally a spontaneous organization of dwarves for survival. They fought against evil spirits, conquered monsters, and established a nation ruled by dwarves in the western part of this vast land."

"The dwarves built their capital on a volcano. It was an incredibly magnificent city that gave birth to many great warriors and scholars, but the most famous of all were its artisans."

"They were the world's best craftsmen; they built furnaces inside volcanoes to forge weapons using the earth's core fire..."

Liam glanced at Lynn and saw that his lips were tightly closed and his brows were slightly furrowed.

"Do you have a problem?"

Lynn did have a question. He really wanted to ask if the volcano where the dwarves lived was an extinct volcano, but he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, it would sound like, "Aren't they afraid of being burned to death by a volcanic eruption?"

Fortunately, Liam was observant enough to understand Lynn's confusion, and he offered an explanation:

"The dwarves live off volcanoes, so they naturally know how to tame this beast. However, the volcano may still erupt, but they are not without a plan."

"When the volcano erupts, the Dwarf King will wield his giant hammer, an incredibly powerful magical weapon with the ability to control the magical barrier that spans the entire capital."

"Then," he paused deliberately, took a sip of tea, and said with a smile, "if you happen to be nearby, you can witness the spectacular sight of an entire city flying into the air."

"Gravity magic?" Lynn immediately thought.

Liam nodded. "That's right. What's even more amazing is that the city didn't fall apart. Instead, it became like a giant ship, connected together, blocking out the sky and leaving even the ash haze at its feet."

"This is thanks to those dwarf scholars, many of whom are archmages who are proficient in magic and are also skilled at collaborating with dwarves to combine magic with craftsmanship."

A gravity magic barrier that spans the entire city, a magnificent capital city where one can fly into the air, overlook mountains, and avoid lava... Lynn's imagination ran wild.

However, he quickly remembered that the Iron Blood Brotherhood should also have halflings involved, and Coriam had not mentioned anything about it.

He couldn't help but ask, "So what role do you halflings mainly play inside?"

As soon as he finished speaking, both of them fell silent.

Liam glared at Lynn, annoyed. "I've noticed you're being a bit irritating today."

Lynn somewhat agreed with him.

To express his apology, he took out a dark gold pocket watch from his breast pocket, opened the watch cover, and channeled the appropriate amount of magic into it to retrieve the food he had bought earlier.

Looking at the table full of bread, steak, and wine, Liam immediately beamed with joy.

While enjoying the delicious food, he continued, "We halflings are the best merchants in the world. Without us, how could those magical handicrafts be seen by more people? How could those dwarven artisans and gnome scholars obtain the precious magical materials that can only be found in other places?"

Lynn nodded, and after briefly confirming it in his mind, asked a question that matched his words:

"How do you know so much about the Iron Blood Brotherhood and the Dwarf Kingdom?"

Liam put down his knife and fork, looked at Lynn, and scratched his head. "Would you believe me if I said I used to be one of them?"

Lynn was immediately surprised. He opened his mouth, then swallowed the words, "You, a novice wanderer, can join such a powerful organization?"

Once his thoughts had calmed down, he asked with difficulty, carefully enunciating each word, "Then... was the investigation... ordered by the King... alright?"

"Don't worry, my identity is clean now, and I haven't had any contact with them for a long time." Liam waved his hand casually and focused on enjoying his lunch.

Lynn wanted to ask more questions, but due to the side effects of the "Potion of Destiny," she chose to remain silent.

When Liam had eaten only half of his three lunches, Sirin emerged from the room with her hair disheveled.

She first smelled the food on the table and subconsciously swallowed, before glancing at Lynn.

blah blah-

Xilin's figure disappeared in the blink of an eye at the bathroom door. A few minutes later, she came out looking refreshed, radiant, and tall.

She also gave Lynn a flirty wink.

Lynn had grown accustomed to the woman's unrestrained behavior, whose age was unclear but who appeared to be somewhere between her peers and elders.

Instead, they curiously examined the top of her head and her tail.

I wonder if orcs are considered wild beasts, and whether they can be controlled by druid magic?

Celine, of course, had no idea what he was thinking at that moment. She simply swung her leopard tail casually and sat cross-legged at the table.

She had only tucked in her ears, but kept her tail, because she thought it looked better that way.

"Lynn, didn't you have something important to ask them?" Liam glanced at Lynn and said.

He only knew that Lynn had come to see him about something, but he didn't know the specifics.

Lynn nodded. "Sirin, I just learned something. The Fate Witch, Eliora, escaped from the Gray Tower last June. Have you heard about it?"

Xilin was gnawing on a chicken leg with both hands when she heard this, and she stopped, her delicate eyebrows furrowing.

"This is the first time I've heard of this either. In fact, I didn't even know she was being held captive by the Gray Tower."

Her gaze unconsciously drifted to the dining table, and she muttered softly, "How could she possibly have been captured by the Gray Tower..."

As expected, Sirin seemed to have a rather profound understanding of the Fate Witch Eliora.

Lynn considered for a moment, then asked, "Sirin, I want to know more about the Witch of Fate, for example, how exactly did she find me?"

This is a very strange thing. Before he transmigrated to this world, the original owner had already obtained the book "A Compilation of Legends of Witches from Various Places".

But when he tried to recall more details, he couldn't remember anything.

This puzzled him greatly, since at that time "Lynn" was just an ordinary person with little talent and humble origins.

If it wasn't because of his identity as a "visitor from another world," or because of that strange "Root Codex," then what was it because of?

Celine blinked, thought for a moment, and said very seriously:

"Lynn, Ariolla has always been capricious, and her presence among witches is not particularly strong. I believe that your obtaining that blood book was purely accidental."

She emphasized, "This is their consistent style: doing whatever they want and trying their best to prove their existence to the outside world. Therefore, they often spread things that are connected to them."

It was just a coincidence... that was too simplistic a statement, but Lynn knew in her heart that there was some truth to what Celine said.

Those mysterious entities are often not specifically targeting any one person, but rather they are inherently ubiquitous.

Lynn was one of the "lucky ones".

"So, am I safe now that I've lost that book?"

Celine nodded. "As far as I know, that's the case, since the connection between you two isn't very deep."

Her tone was relaxed, as if she wanted to offer Lynn enough comfort.

But Lynn stared at her, and for a moment, he felt dizzy!

Everything around Sirin twisted and turned; light, sound, and even her body and face swirled and deformed like a vortex.

Meanwhile, deep within Lynn's heart, a voice rigidly reminded her:

"She's lying, she's lying!"