The scene was chaotic; the sudden windstorm disrupted all the arrangements, sending the prepared flowers and drapes flying into the sky. Villagers stumbled over each other, and the soft boots of the Mage trampled over them, leaving a trail of muddy footprints. Cries of "ouch" and "ah" filled the air.
Wislin saw Lynch running over, overjoyed. He shouted loudly, "Lady, Lady! Wake up, see who has returned!" Morgan rubbed his eyes, as if not believing what he was seeing. The dwarf standing beside the ceremony Priest trembled with excitement, but at that moment, the sound of a spell echoed in his ears.
Morgan looked up and saw the Priest about to cast a spell, and fiercely kicked him in the knee. Pate Priest was wrapped in his white cloak and rolled into the dirt, falling in front of everyone. The dwarf clapped his hands, "I've wanted to do that for a long time! This nagging guy always said Lynch was dead, I've always disliked him!"
