I am a mage, with an infinite mana bar!

The outdoor cook's stall was suddenly overturned, and cooking utensils and fresh ingredients fell to the ground.

The crowd immediately descended into chaos, with those who had already paid but hadn't yet picked up their food starting to curse and swear.

The troublemaker was a red-haired, long-bearded dwarf, short in stature but with a thick torso and limbs.

"He looks like he's had too much to drink..." Lynn silently put down her glass.

Rumi frowned and said dismissively, "These dwarves can get drunk anywhere; His Majesty the King shouldn't have allowed them to enter the country."

Lynn didn't quite agree with him. The war between Asshal and the Dwarf Kingdom had been over for a hundred years. On the battlefield, the dwarves would be brave warriors, but in peacetime, they would also be skilled craftsmen and reliable mercenaries and adventurers.

"Are you out of your mind?"

"Damn it, you threw my whole lunch in the mud!"

The crowd was agitated, and some impulsive individuals grabbed the dwarf by the collar, demanding compensation.

The dwarf, however, remained drunk and unable to communicate, muttering incomprehensible dwarven language.

"He was complaining that the cook was making too much noise doing business here and disturbing his afternoon nap," Luke translated.

"Mr. Luke, you are truly learned; you even understand Dwarven language?" Rumi immediately complimented.

Luke smiled. "There are quite a few dwarven artisans in the Golden Tower; they are a 'scarce resource.'"

Before he finished speaking, a series of exclamations came from not far away, and then a ball of flame rose from the crowd, scaring everyone away in a panic.

"Looks like it's our turn to make a move," Luke chuckled.

According to the Magical Convention, all officially recognized magical organizations have an obligation to participate in resolving magical incidents and assisting people harmed by magic.

Moreover, he and Luke were members of the official Magic Association.

Lynn now understood what Luke meant.

"Someone is trying to stop us from escorting Gray to Roan City..." He glanced at Gray, who was as still as a puppet, and pondered, "Could it be someone from the Corruption Order? Could this be Luke's intention? He wants to use Gray as bait to lure out the person hiding behind him."

The red-haired dwarf, still not satisfied after unleashing his fire magic, charged at the cook, who had collapsed to the ground in a daze, cursing under his breath.

Luke made a move instantly; the red pigeon bloodstone ring on his right index finger glowed as he gently pressed down with his palm.

The flames that had not yet subsided suddenly converged, coalescing into chains of crimson fire that tightly bound the dwarf's hands and feet.

"It's done?" Lynn still respected Luke's strength; he was probably one of the best among the senior mages.

Unexpectedly, the dwarf roared and tore the crimson chains to shreds.

"A seasoned dwarven mage? That's quite rare." Luke stroked his chin, seemingly intrigued.

Lynn had already drawn his super magic staff, but he didn't use it. Against a seasoned mage, his attack methods were no match for him.

Moreover, he was very curious about how Luke would fight.

He had only been seen using mental magic a few times before, but dwarves are all stubborn and have a strong will, so the effect of mental control is greatly reduced on them.

The red-haired dwarf had already noticed Luke's presence, and after breaking free of his restraints, he immediately charged at him in anger.

Luke, however, remained calm and composed. He opened his right hand, and the dark gold, antique ring on his thumb subtly shimmered with light.

Immediately, the metal tableware and iron plates on the cook's messy stall twisted and melted into liquid.

Luke beckoned with his finger, and molten metal shot out, aimed directly at the red-haired dwarf's back!

By the time the dwarf realized what was happening, it was too late; the molten metal arrows struck him repeatedly.

Several loud "bangs" rang out, but the arrow did not pierce his body as expected.

The dwarf's entire body froze, his skin hardened and turned gray, like a stone sculpture.

"The 'petrified body,' huh? It's quite timely."

Luke smiled slightly. The liquid metal he was controlling had not been aimed at the opponent's vital points, and he had even controlled the force. Given the dwarf's physical strength, it would at most cause some superficial injuries.

Having blocked the sneak attack, the red-haired dwarf instantly broke free from petrification, but through the collision, he also sensed Luke's formidable strength.

He immediately distanced himself from Lukra and took out a stone whistle, blowing it.

Suddenly, the ground beneath his feet shook and rose, and the soil coalesced into a huge bull.

The red-haired dwarf flipped and leaped onto the bull's back, controlling the mud bull to evade Luke's attacks that melted metal, while simultaneously concentrating and chanting a spell.

Seeing that things were going badly, Lynn also began chanting a spell.

At present, the only spells he can use for direct attacks are Fire Arrow, Frost Ring, and the mysterious "Sealed Right Arm of Nature's Guardian," none of which are particularly useful at this time.

However, there are quite a few spells that have control or support effects.

In general combat, "Darkness" is obviously the most effective spell, as it can partially block the enemy's vision. In addition, "Demon Fire" adds colorful light to the enemy, so even if the enemy is shrouded in darkness, he and his companions can still lock onto them.

Unfortunately, dwarves are born with dark vision, so dark magic is completely ineffective against them.

However, they are similar to dark elves in that they are sensitive to bright light, only their reaction is not as intense.

Lynn was preparing to unleash the second-circle spell "Day and Night Unknown," which he had learned from Barton and which had helped him pass the novice mage exam.

Having finished his incantation first, Lynn raised his super magic wand, and a bright light immediately shone before the dwarf's eyes in the distance.

The light was even more dazzling than looking directly at the sun, and he was momentarily blinded, unable to see his surroundings clearly, which undoubtedly made him a little panicked.

The mud bull's movements were also affected, becoming sluggish.

Luke's molten metal seized the opportunity to approach, spreading out in sheets, attempting to cover the dwarf's mouth as he chanted the spell.

"roar!!"

Suddenly, the mud bull raised its two front hooves, almost standing upright, and opened its mouth wide, letting out a deafening roar.

The howl bought its master a little time, and finally, the dwarf's spell was completed.

Countless flames gathered above them, instantly coalescing into a sphere. A scorching wave of air swept in all directions, about to crash down on Lynn and his companions like a meteorite from outer space.

"Fireball? Looks like it's been upgraded, around level four!"

Lynn immediately realized it and couldn't help but marvel at how spectacular the power-shaping magic, so beloved by mages, was!

As the massive fireball was about to crash down, the dark gold ring on Luke's right thumb shone brightly.

At the same time, all the metal items on the cook's carriage were melted down, leaving only a pile of wooden planks scattered on the ground.

Along with a group of pedestrians watching from a distance, various metal weapons, shields, and even coins from money bags melted and peeled off, converging towards the center of the scene.