A Wizard's Secret

by Stayrr

Anyone who could construct a stable Spell Model could become a Wizard — that was the Wizards’ ultimate secret! Having been given a new life as the son of an aristocrat and armed with a super quantum computer from his past life, Spell Models came as easily as breathing to Merlin. With this overwhelmingly huge advantage, would Merlin become the greatest Grand Wizard of all time?

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Chapter 33: A Strange Wind

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Merlin followed Prat from behind and entered the castle. The moment he stepped into the castle, Merlin felt that the style in which the castle had been decorated seemed to be rather strange and unique.

Bright and colorful murals had been painted on the slightly yellowing walls. Some were blurred and indistinct, while others were extremely mottled. Practically, not a single one of them was clear.

"This castle seems to be very old, huh?"

Merlin asked Prat.

Prat nodded and said, "That's right. This castle is very ancient, indeed. Even the oldest person in the territory isn't clear when the castle was built. We only know that the castle is already very old, with at least five hundred years of history. Perhaps even more than that! The baron has gotten people to repair and maintain the castle ever since he moved in, but the decorations in his hall have never been touched. Their original appearance is still maintained."

Merlin nodded. Most of the buildings in this world were immensely fortified, and many castles could be kept for a few hundred to a thousand or more years. Perhaps this castle had been constructed by some aristocrat several hundred years ago.

"Oh, right. Where's father?"

Merlin looked everywhere, but all he could find were some servants. He could not see Old Wilson.

A glint flashed through Prat's eyes. He lowered his voice and said, "Because there have been great amounts of bandit activity around the territory lately, the baron has brought his men to patrol the areas surrounding the territory. He'd only return at night, roughly."

Although Old Wilson was not home, needless to say, there was a housekeeper within the castle, an extremely beautiful female housekeeper at that. After Prat handed Merlin over to the housekeeper, he left the castle to patrol the grounds outside.

The female housekeeper's body was particularly curvy. She was around thirty years of age, with bright red lipstick applied on the lips. Her eyes did not stop sizing Merlin up.

"Master Merlin, you've become tired after rushing through an entire day's journey. I've already instructed people to prepare hot water in your chamber."

Following which, the housekeeper brought Merlin into a spacious room with a gigantic bathtub inside, filled with steaming hot water.

"Master Merlin, allow me."

He did not know when, but the housekeeper had already shut the doors to the room and come to the side of the bathtub. It looked like she was intending to serve Merlin by bathing him.

Ever since Merlin arrived in this world, he had always been very inhibited. Now that he had come to a completely strange place, and faced with such a gorgeous woman, his heart immediately flared up with heat.

Splash!

Thus, Merlin took off all his clothes immediately and jumped into the bathtub. The housekeeper, with ever so charming eyes, smiled gracefully as she continuously moved her soft hands up and down Merlin's entire body.

Merlin narrowed his eyes slightly. Desire and heat arose and boiled quickly in his body. With a vigorous move, he grabbed the hands of the housekeeper and chuckled in a low voice. "Come in."

Exerting force with his hands, Merlin immediately pulled the female housekeeper into the bathtub.

Although the housekeeper still had her clothes on, the curves of her whole body were already exposed and evident, adding even more to the temptation. Her hands were also caressing Merlin's chest gently.

Merlin had been unrelenting in practicing the posture on the mysterious relief sculpture for long periods of time. Although he had never specifically trained himself, his body had become very strong and fit. Contained within his tight and solid muscles was a terrible explosive force.

At the moment, however, Merlin had his eyes closed. He was enjoying the touch of the housekeeper's tender hands.

"Master Merlin is the baron's son, indeed! This body is not inferior at all, compared to the great baron's!"

The beautiful housekeeper breathed into Merlin's ears, speaking softly.

"En? You what? You've served father before?"

Merlin's eyes shot open. He asked in a low voice.

The housekeeper pouted her lips as she laughed gently. "Of course! I'm always the one serving the great baron every time he comes to the territory!"

While she spoke, the housekeeper even held her ample bosom out, as though she was very proud of herself.

A hint of a strange expression appeared on Merlin's face, however. Although the housekeeper was riding on Merlin's body in an incomparably ambiguous pose, there was no longer any desire in his heart. Instead, he felt a sense of horrible disgust.

Merlin had already understood how most of the personal lives of the aristocrats were exceedingly atrocious. For example, having such a beautiful maidservant serve Merlin after she had been done serving Old Wilson was a common sight amongst the aristocrats. It was not a big deal, but Merlin was still somewhat unable to accept it.

"Go out, I don't need your service."

Merlin's voice was as cold as ice as he shooed the housekeeper out immediately; she was still in a daze.

With Merlin's entire body soaked in the warm water, the fatigue in his body seemed to be disappearing little by little. However, the desire and heat aroused by the beautiful housekeeper moments ago had caused his heart to be somewhat agitated.

Having no choice, Merlin closed his eyes and began to meditate with his back against the side of the bathtub.

Meditation must occur in the strange state of being real and unreal. Therefore, very soon, Merlin's emotions gradually calmed down. He seemed to have forgotten everything around him, and remained unmoving in the bathtub, completely immersed in his meditation.

Woo, woo, woo...

After who knew how long, Merlin's ears seemed to pick up noises that sounded like the whimpering of a baby.

Splash!

Merlin was awakened with a startle by this strange noise. He hurriedly stood up, but a shiver went through his entire body; looking down, he realized that the hot water under him had already cooled down. He had meditated for at least two hours.

"What's that sound?"

Merlin got out from the bathtub and put on his clothes, cocking his head to the side as he listened. He discovered that the whimpering noise was becoming more and more distinct, causing a chill to run down his spine.

Thus, he left his room and went downstairs. Coincidentally, he bumped into General Prat, who was on patrol duty.

"Uncle Prat, what was that noise just now? It sounded like a crying child."

Merlin asked in a low voice. He saw that there was no change at all in the expressions of the few guards next to Prat. It was as though they were already used to it.

It was pitch black outside the castle. Prat took two steps forward and said to Merlin, "Master Merlin, it's no big deal, actually. It's the sound of wind! At a location not far from the castle, there's a strange wind that blows often. That sound's caused by the strange wind. It's not some child crying."

"Oh? There's such a strange place? Uncle Prat, could you bring me to take a look?"

Merlin felt curious. He wanted to take a look at this strange wind that had been letting out those terrifying noises.

"Actually, there's nothing much to this strange wind... Since Master Merlin wishes to see it, let's go."

Prat frowned and hesitated slightly. However, perhaps remembering that the place was not far from the castle and could not be considered to be outside of the castle perimeters, he finally nodded in agreement. He ordered someone to bring him a candelabrum, lighted five candles and started leading the way.

Merlin followed after Prat closely.

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Chapter 33: Meeting

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It was somewhat cold outside. Merlin wrapped his big coat tightly around himself and followed Prat. They walked approximately a hundred meters before they came to the bottom of a mottled wall. All of a sudden, Prat halted his footsteps and turned around to speak to Merlin, "Master Merlin, we've arrived. It's here."

Merlin looked to where Prat was gazing. As expected, not far in front of them, a strange wind had appeared in the air. The area occupied by this strange wind was not large; a vortex was formed, spinning without ceasing at the moment. It was emitting noises like the whimper of a baby.

"That's strange, the wind isn't rising!"

Merlin frowned. This was a really strange wind. Other than this, there was no wind in any other places. Merlin took a few steps forward to get closer to this strange wind. He acutely discovered that this strange wind was not in a disorderly state; it followed a certain regularity, as though some mysterious energy was controlling this strange wind.

"Master Merlin, this strange wind is exceedingly strong. We've had a few knights who'd wanted to check it out, but they were bruised by the flying stones in the strange wind. By the time we waited until the wind had disappeared to take a closer look, we couldn't find anything out of the ordinary. It's extremely odd."

Prat glanced at Merlin and said in a soft voice.

However, Merlin was no longer paying attention to Prat's words. At the moment, he was using his Mind Power to check out this strange wind.

Sensing through his Mind Power, Merlin could feel numerous Wind Elements. They were all very violent, but these violent Wind Elements seemed to have been confined by an orderly energy, so they could only turn according to a certain rule.

The typical characteristic of a spell was to cause Elements to move according to a certain rule! The spells released by a Spell Caster was, in actual fact, Elements operating according to a defined pattern under the effect of Spell Models.

For example, the Fireball that Merlin had mastered at the moment was to operate according to the Spell Model of the Fireball; those violent Fire Elements were condensed into a small fireball, which made it possible for it to possess a terrible destructive power.

The strange wind in front of him seemed to be a sort of spell!

However, this sort of spell was really scattered. Its power had been reduced to the lowest possible, and could only maintain control over Wind Elements within a few square meters. Therefore, this would not have been produced by a Spell Caster prompting a Spell Model, but a spell automatically released by a casting tool without being controlled by anyone.

Casting tools were tools created by Spell Casters to help cast magic. For example, magic staffs and scrolls belonged to the category of casting tools. Merlin had also seen from old man Etha's Spell Manual that every casting tool was extremely precious. Usually, only powerful Spell Casters above the First-level could, after expending great amounts of efforts and materials, create casting tools.

Therefore, even old man Etha had not had any casting tools.

When the thought came to him that the appearance of this strange wind was possibly caused by a casting tool, Merlin's heart became very excited. Any piece of casting tool would be something a Spell Caster had always dreamed of.

However, although Merlin felt very excited in his heart, he did not reveal any changes on his face. Instead, he said in a cool voice, "Uncle Prat, wait here, I'll go near and take a look."

General Prat exhorted, "Master Merlin, you have to be careful. Don't get too close to avoid getting hurt."

Merlin nodded. Following which, he took a few steps forward and approached the strange wind.

The force of the strange wind was very strong, indeed. Furthermore, it was such a cold day; the strange wind sliced across his face, causing a pain that felt as though he had been cut by knives. However, Merlin did not stop. He unleashed his Mind Power and began searching for the source of this strange wind.

He could only find the casting tool that was unleashing the strange wind if he could find its source.

"Uncle Prat and the others have already searched, but they've not discovered anything. This means that, perhaps, the casting tool is not on the ground, but buried underground."

Merlin carefully did his analysis. He had the help of his Mind Power, so he was able to easily explore the source of this strange wind. It was under a corner of the wall, directly stretching down into the ground. Just as he had concluded after his analysis, there was definitely a casting tool buried underground there.

Merlin had found the source of the strange wind and had come to the conclusion. After analysis, it was very possible that a casting tool had been buried somewhere underground. However, with Prat next to him now, watching him, Merlin did not have the opportunity to search for this casting tool. He could only quietly commit the approximate position to memory and wait until daytime tomorrow before he could come and look for it.

Having made a firm decision in his heart, Merlin withdrew. Prat hurriedly took a few steps forward and shone the weak candlelight upon Merlin, asking in a concerned manner, "Master Merlin, are you alright?"

Prat had seen Merlin stand without moving in front of the strange wind just now. He felt that it was strange, and had even thought that Merlin had been injured by the strange wind.

Merlin shook his head gently. "I'm fine. Go back."

Prat took a careful look over Merlin's entire body but did not find any wounds. His felt relief in his heart and followed Merlin from behind, ready to return to the castle.

However, they had just gone halfway when they suddenly heard noises made by the hooves of horses outside. A team of cavalry was directly charging towards the castle.

Delight sprang up in Prat's heart. He hurriedly said to Merlin, "The baron must be back. Master Merlin, let's go and receive the baron quickly."

"Father?"

Merlin murmured in a low voice as his expression kept shifting. It had been a while since he arrived in this world. Finally, he was about to meet with Old Wilson.

Old Wilson was the person closest to Merlin, so he did not know whether Old Merlin would discover some signs.

"Master Merlin, let's go quickly. The baron often talks about you even in the territory."

Seeing Merlin was just standing there without making a move, General Prat hurriedly urged him.

"En, let's go, it's time you should meet up…"

Prat did not notice the change in Merlin's expression. Thus, they speedily walked towards the castle.

After a short while, many servants came out of the castle. They lit up the lights that embellished the inside of the castle, causing the place to look as bright as day, before respectfully welcoming the return of Old Wilson.

"Baron, sir!"

With a quick step, Prat immediately knelt to the floor with one knee and saluted Old Wilson.

Old Wilson was riding on his horse at the moment. He wore a black armor and had a burly body build, thick eyebrows and big eyes. His body emitted an aura that felt as horrifying as a wild beast.

Currently, Old Wilson wielded a greatsword in his hand. There were even some traces of fresh blood left on the body of the sword; it seemed as though he had just been through a great battle.

"Eh? Merlin?"

Finally, Old Wilson's eyes fell on Merlin. His body had just been releasing the aura that felt as terrifying as a wild beast. However, after seeing Merlin, the aura immediately turned into a thick emanation of love, causing Merlin to feel very intimate.

"Father!"

Merli took a deep breath and walked a few steps forward as well, letting out his voice in a yell.

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Chapter 34: Casting Tool I

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Merlin had always imagined the moment when he would finally meet Old Wilson, picturing all sorts of possibilities in his mind. However, he felt unusually calm when it actually happened.

"Merlin, why are you here?"

Old Wilson jumped off the horse swiftly and paced to Merlin. His eyes brimming with gentle love.

Merlin had to tilt his head slightly upward when speaking to Old Wilson who had a great stature. He was nearly two meters tall and appeared as strong as a horse. A bloody smell assailed Merlin's nostrils as soon as his father came near.

"Father, have you encountered bandits?"

Merlin did not hurry to answer but replied with a question.

Old Wilson gently sheathed his bloody greatsword back into its scabbard and replied nonchalantly, "It's not a big deal, just a few bandits that I've killed. Come on, let's head inside."

Hence, Merlin followed Old Wilson into the castle. Old Wilson took off the black suits of armor with the help of servants. Merlin was shocked as he watched the three servants walked away carrying the armor with difficulty. Old Wilson's black suit of armor must have weighed at least three hundred catties.

Having a Normie put on an armor that weighed nearly three hundred catties was already a question, not to mention to travel in it. However, Old Wilson could move about freely and even combat in that armor. It showed that Old Wilson physical quality was rather extraordinary.

Initially, Merlin thought Old Wilson was only a Second-level Fire Swordsman, but now it seemed that Old Wilson was more than he appeared on the surface. A usual Second-level Fire Swordsman could never manage such a heavy armor.

Not only was Old Wilson a Second-level Fire Swordsman, he was also endowed by nature's natural gift. He who possessed exceptional force had extremely outstanding physical quality. Even his pure physical force was stronger than any other Second-level Elemental Swordsman.

'No wonder father survived the expedition to the Kingdom of Blackmoon, also known as the Slaughterhouse. Besides having accumulated an abundance of military exploits that eventually made him a noble, his physical quality was his biggest asset!'

At the moment, Merlin could sense that numerous Fire Elements were being absorbed into Old Wilson's body at an accelerated speed. Old Wilson should have already reached the vertical limit of Second-level Fire Swordsman by now. When the suitable moment arrived, it was likely that he would upgrade to a Third-level Swordsman!

Merlin could not see through the actual strength of Old Wilson, but he deeply believed with Old Wilson's terrifying strength, he could easily be on par with a Third-level Elemental Swordsman.

The female butler led Old Wilson to the bathroom. Moments later, Old Wilson, brimming with energy, entered the hall in a new change of clothes.

The dauntless bloody smell lingered on Old Wilson disappeared when he removed the black armor; without it, he appeared as mild as a lamb. He walked over to Merlin's side and patted his shoulder lightly as his eyes inspected Merlin from up to down. A few seconds later, a smile washed over his face. "Not bad, you've grown up as a strong man, just like your father!"

It was evident that Old Wilson was genuinely delighted at the improvement of Merlin's health. No one who had seen Merlin at his previously weak form would believe he was Old Wilson's son.

"Oh right, Merlin, why are you here at the manor instead of Blackwater City? Did anything happen back home?"

A hint of austerity flashed across Old Wilson's eyes. That gentleness hung on his face just moments before had seemingly turned into something frantic.

Fortunately, Merlin's Mind Power was forceful enough to suppress his inner emotions instead of being charged by Old Wilson's sudden violent pang.

"Father, everything is alright back home. I'm only here to notify you that the castellan wishes to invite all noblemen in Blackwater City to his residence for a meeting, in order to solve the issue with bandits."

Merlin provided a full account of the incident to his father, Old Wilson, whose brows knitted together in concentration.

After a moment, Old Wilson finally raised his head and spoke softly, "Almost every small town around Blackwater City was harassed by the bandits, but what's strange is that not one town has experienced any destructive damage. It was as if these bandits had more planned than mere looting.

"No matter what, these bandits must go. Otherwise, the small towns around Blackwater City and many of the noblemen's manors will never be peaceful again. I've encountered a small group of bandits when I patrolled the area a few days ago. They were only a small group slightly bigger than ten, and their force wasn't strong either. My heavy knights knocked them down in an instant. But our effort to locate the swarm of well-hidden bandits was still to no avail.

"It shall make the operation easier if the whole noble force of Blackwater City was to gather. Oh, right, did Augustin mention the date of this meeting?"

"Probably the day after tomorrow," Merlin replied softly.

"The day after tomorrow? Very well. That gives us plenty of time if we depart tomorrow. Merlin, we'll leave for Blackwater City tomorrow."

Old Wilson came to a decision quickly. It seemed this gang of bandits posed a huge threat. Even Old Wilson thought the force of Blackwater City's every nobleman was needed to drive out these bandits.

Merlin rose from his dream in the early morning of the next day. Dawn had just broken, but servants were already shuttling back and forth on their duties.

Merlin dressed up and headed right downstairs.

Old Wilson was still not awake. Merlin glanced toward the direction of Old Wilson's room. Last night, he thought he saw that alluring female butler tiptoe into Old Wilson's bedroom.

Merlin shook his head as if to dismiss the distracting thoughts. He extended his gaze at the enclosure wall outside of the castle. He remembered that peculiar gush of wind last night had come just right from under that mottled wall.

"Young Master Merlin!"

Most of the guards and servants in the castle had already familiarized themselves with Merlin. They bowed respectfully at each encounter with their young master. Merlin nodded with smiles and headed outside of the castle.

"Whizz…"

The early morning of winter was freezing cold. The slight amount of snow that fell last night had covered the surface of the earth with slippery dampness.

Merlin checked his surroundings. Only after making sure that no one was in sight did he head for the enclosure wall. Soon, he arrived at the place where the strange wind whooshed last night. The ground surface on this area was unusually even, probably a forced work of the gush of wind last night.

"Here we are."

Merlin came to the corner of the wall and squatted silently. That strange wave of spell he sensed last night was probably concealed right underneath the wall.

The soil underneath the wall was soft and moist, hence Merlin extended his hands and began to dig with caution.

A few moments later, among the dampen soil, Merlin's hand felt a hard, cold object.

"This is the casting tool?"

Merlin was delighted. He did not care to look at the object unearthed before he wrapped it around with the cloth that he brought along beforehand. Then, he headed back to the castle as if nothing happened.

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Chapter 35: Casting Tool II

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Once he was back to his room, the impatient Merlin quickly opened the wrapped parcel hidden in his arms. Inside was a handful of dark soil and a hard item.

Merlin could not identify the shape of the item as it was covered with dirt. Hence, he fetched some clean water and began rubbing gently on the hard item in an effort to remove those soil stuck to its surface.

Soon enough, the treasure that had been given a thorough cleansing gradually revealed its true identity. It was a pendant. The small pendant was in the shape of an inverted triangle. A ruby gem about the size of a soybean was placed in the middle of the inverted triangle.

Under faint candlelight, the ruby glistened with a lustrous brilliance.

However, Merlin was not bothered with the gem inlaid on the pendant. Although a ruby was a rare treasure, its value was nothing compared to a casting tool. Merlin was more curious if that pendant was actually a casting tool.

Therefore, Merlin rapidly gathered his Mind Power to shroud the pendant.

"Swish."

In the blink of an eye, Merlin felt a horrifying whirl trying to draw his Mind Power into the pendant. Merlin was overjoyed. He stopped resisting and allowed his Mind Power to be absorbed into the pendant.

Merlin's Mind Power induced that inside of the pendant was a completely enclosed space. It was constructed by hundreds and thousands of confined tiny cells. Every cell seemed to possess a certain mysterious power.

Some tiny cells seemed to be trapped with rather active Wind Elements. However, it appeared that these cells were broken due to unknown reasons. As a result, some Wind Elements had leaked out of the casting tool.

Perhaps that was the reason for the peculiar wind that appeared outside of the castle.

"What an incredible casting tool!"

Merlin, who was shocked to his mind, finally retrieved his Mind Power.

The tiny cells inside of the pendant were out of Merlin's current knowledge, but he did a daring estimate that they were utilized to store spells.

The concept was similar to certain Spell Scrolls. Powerful Spell Casters could adopt special methods to cast spells unto Spell Scrolls. By possessing any of these Spell Scrolls, even with a weak capability, a slight trigger using Mind Power could easily activate the spell stored and eventually erupt a compelling force.

A typical Spell Scroll could only store one spell at a time. Once the Spell Scroll was activated, the spell being stored would be released. In other words, Spell Scroll was a one-time depletion casting tool.

However, the pendant in Merlin's hand could possibly store more than just one spell. The seemingly infinite number of tiny cells in the pendant was indeed empty space to store spells. Each tiny cell could hold in a spell.

Merlin utilized his Mind Power to carefully count the number of tiny cells inside the pendant. There was a total of one hundred and fifty-eight cells, that was to say, this casting tool was able to store one hundred and fifty-eight spells.

A casting tool like this may be rated as a ghastly one. It was not something that any Spell Caster could easily produce.

Merlin turned the pendant around. On its back was engraved a couple of words in Molta language.

"Bell."

On the back of the pendant was engraved the name "Bell." In Etha's Spell Manual, the old man mentioned the long tradition for Spell Casters to carve their own name on each casting tool they invented.

Hence, "Bell" should be the inventor of this casting tool.

"I wonder if this 'Bell' is still alive."

Merlin murmured to himself. He looked at the pendant in hand. There were numerous broken tiny cells on this pendant, which were the cause for the leaking of Wind Elements previously stored in there, and later produced that gush of peculiar wind outside of the castle. It was safe to say that this pendant was probably an invention of several hundred years ago, perhaps even longer.

No doubt a Normie would have been gone in such a long time. But it was different for Spell Casters, especially Spell Casters which possessed forceful power. They could live up to two or three hundred years.

Merlin naturally had no idea if there was any Spell Casters that lived up to hundreds and thousands of years. Even old man Etha had no clue about this. After all, old man Etha was only an Entrance-level Spell Caster. How much could he possibly know about the untellable secrets in the world of Spell Casters?

This pendant was produced by "Bell," hence Merlin simply named it as the Bell Pendant. Merlin could not care much whether this "Bell" was still alive. He was only eager to find out if this casting tool was still usable.

Therefore, once again, he quickly focused his Mind Power into the pendant. This time around, he checked those tiny cells carefully. There was a total of one hundred and fifty-eight tiny cells, but most had been destroyed and left emptied.

Perhaps someone else had already released the spells stored in this Bell Pendant, which resulted in those shattered cells. That, or they had been left alone for too long and eventually broke down.

Merlin counted attentively and realized there were only eighteen tiny cells in the pendant that remained in good shape. This meant that he could still store eighteen more spells in this casting tool.

"Eighteen more spells… That should be enough!"

Merlin chuckled to himself. He thought this casting tool had completely lost its function, but who knew. Still, he had to get it tested out before he was sure he could still store spells in this pendant.

He made up his mind and gathered his Mind Power into the pendant once more. In some of those tiny cells still held spells that had been stored in there since who knew when. Due to the prolonged time span, countless Wind Elements was leaking out from those broken tiny cells little by little, waiting to erupt when the time came.

Merlin was not going to let such unpredictability happen. Right away, he utilized his Mind Power to activate those broken tiny cells in Bell Pendant.

"Whoosh… whoosh… whoosh…"

All of the sudden, waves after waves of a mad wind appeared in the room. They were the remnants of spells being left inside of those tiny cells in the Bell Pendant. The destructive force was not too strong; hence it did not result in a massive disaster.

Still, the room was turned into a complete mess.

After destroying all the remnants of spells left in Bell Pendant, Merlin started to think about casting spells into the pendant. At the moment, Merlin knew only one spell, which was Fireball. However, due to special reason, Merlin could also release Large Fireball that was as powerful as a First-level spell.

If he were to store any spell, undeniably he should store Large Fireball which was powerfully forceful in order to maximize the potential of Bell Pendant.

However, that raised another question – could the Bell Pendant withstand Large Fireball, which was almost similar to a First-level spell?

Merlin was not able to make an accurate inference for now. At least not until he had tried it out.

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A Large Fireball could only be released after Merlin stored three normal Fireball.

Therefore, Merlin swiftly performed three normal Fireball. When the gray horizontal frame in Awareness turned red, Merlin shrouded his Mind Power onto the Bell Pendant to further agitate the red horizontal frame.

"Large Fireball!"

In an instant, a burning sensation seemed to rise quickly. Fortunately, Merlin had already aimed Bell Pendant at the huge fireball. At the stimulation of Merlin's Mind Power, the Bell Pendant released a powerful force of attraction almost immediately.

This force of attraction immediately absorbed that huge fireball into the pendant.

Merlin was overjoyed. He promptly extended his Mind Power into the Bell Pendant. He found out that the huge fireball had indeed been stored inside one of those tiny cells firmly. Merlin only had to stimulate this huge fireball slightly with Mind Power to release it.

"It's a success, the Bell Pendant can endure Large Fireball!"

Merlin finally heaved a sigh of relief. There was a total of eighteen tiny cells inside of Bell Pendant. In other words, the pendant was able to store eighteen Large Fireball. This meant that Merlin could continuously release eighteen Large Fireball at his wish. Its tremendous force was beyond imagination.

"Very well, the Bell Pendant can definitely increase my combat ability substantially!"

Hence, Merlin started utilizing his Magic Power in the room to repeatedly release normal Fireball. He then stored each Large Fireball he attained into Bell Pendant.

Although this process was troublesome and consumed an abundance of Magic Power, Merlin had the whole night to fill up all eighteen tiny cells left in Bell Pendant.

Thick snow covered the field of an abandoned ranch. A few men dressed in white robes and silver armors sat in front of the fire, seemingly in the middle of a discussion.

The campfire blazed merrily, emitting bursts of heat that melted the surrounding snow into puddles.

These three men were thin. They all had golden masks on their face to conceal their appearances from sight. One of the shorter men threw a piece of firewood at the fire, and said with a sneer, "Oh, it's finally time to get started. But it's only a Wilson, a Second-level Fire Swordsman. Is he worth the three of us to strike at once?"

"Queiro, of course, there's no need to employ all three of us for just a Wilson. But, the church is involved this time, that's why we can't let our guard down."

"Relo, Angus, let me deal with Wilson later. I would like to see how long a mere nobleman from Blackwater City can endure my force."

"Alright, hush now, the both of you. The church does not care much about Blackwater City, let alone a mere Wilson. Still, Blackwater City forms a very favorable defensive circle with Grand City in the east and Rute City in the west. Therefore, we must take down these three cities at the least cost in order to cope with the possible intrusion from the Kingdom of Blackmoon during our temporary chaos."

The last man who spoke with authority appeared to be the leader of the three. The other two listened attentively when he spoke.

"Angus, Lord Bishop had instructed for you to be the leader of us three. Tell us exactly what we should do."

Angus looked up at the black void of space and said in a low voice, "Everything will be fine in Blackwater City under the inspection of Sir Jason. We're responsible for things outside of Blackwater City, and we must ensure there aren't any problems! Other towns lacking potential in strengths are not important enough to be of our concern, save for this Wilson's territory that even stationed a group of heavy armor knights. Allowing them into Blackwater City is not going to benefit Sir Jason's control on Blackwater City.

"That's why Lord Bishop commands us to keep Wilson in his territory forever, at all costs! God will bless us; the God of Light will always be with us!"

Angus's voice was cold. His body filled with the urge to kill.

"God of Light be with us!"

The other two men in golden masks suddenly stood up. Their expression solemn.

Dawn had just broken when someone knocked on Merlin's bedroom door.

"Young Master Merlin, Lord Baron had asked for you to depart for Blackwater City at once."

A maidservant dressed in gray called out softly.

"Alright."

Merlin, on the other side of the door, was looking exhausted, his face as pale as a sheet. However, his eyes were gleaming with excitement.

That was because he had spent the whole night casting Fireball incessantly. He waited patiently while he replenished his Magic Power, and then continued casting more Fireball.

Hence, throughout the night, Merlin did not have time to even take forty winks. In spite of that, he managed to fill up every tiny cell in Bell Pendant before dawn. With this Bell Pendant, Merlin did not even have to use any Magic Power. With only a slight utilization of his Mind Power, he could continuously release eighteen Large Fireball.

Merlin rose to his feet. He used a thin linen rope to fasten the Bell Pendant and hung it in front of his chest. By doing so, it was convenient to release the spells in Bell Pendant without attracting too much attention.

"Isn't it too early to set off?"

Merlin left his room and went downstairs. He realized numerous knights standing closely next to each other was already waiting outside of the castle. Among them, those two hundred heavy armored knights stood out the most. They were trained personally under Old Wilson with painstaking effort. Their combat abilities were amazingly terrifying.

By now, Old Wilson, who was also dressed in his black armor, stood on the stone steps outside of the castle. He frowned slightly as Merlin came downstairs. "What's the matter? Have you not rest well last night?"

Merlin shook his head and smiled. "It's nothing. I haven't quite gotten used to the castle, that's all. Father, are you deploying all the knights away from the territory?"

"Not all, but only the heavy-armored knights. The rest are to stay here in order to protect the territory from those bandits!"

Old Wilson shook his head slightly. He was not planning to completely remove the defensive force within the territory.

"Eh? What's this noise?"

Old Wilson who was about to depart suddenly shifted his gaze to the distant. A chaotic noise muddled with irregular clatters of horses' hooves came to ear, as clouds of smoke and dust filled the air.

"Oh no, the bandits. Knights, ready to fight!"

Old Wilson's facial expression changed as he got hold of the situation, and immediately he shouted out the order.

Instantly, crowds of knights outside of the castle went on the alert. They drew the greatsword behind their back and got into a defensive formation. With utmost concentration, their gazes were affixed to the front.

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Chapter 37: Bandits II

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With the passing of time, the thick fog that shrouded the castle dispersed gradually. Now, everyone could clearly see the groups of knights that appeared in front of them.

They sped down the path, kicking up an overwhelming amount of smoke and dust into the air. The groups were estimated to be around two to three thousand knights, or even more.

Old Wilson and the knights in the territory were combat-ready and on alert. Their greatswords flashed with a cold light. At the command of Old Wilson, they would charge forward to fight immediately.

However, Old Wilson did not give the order even after stalling for a long time. Instead, he was getting more concerned.

"3,000 people, at least 3,000 bandits," Old Wilson whispered. His facial expression grew even more serious.

Then, in a low voice, he called out to Prat who was by his side, "Prat, protect Merlin. No matter what the situation is, you've to keep him alive!"

Prat hesitated for a moment but he followed the order and went to Merlin. Ever since he left the battlefield with Old Wilson, he had never seen him feeling such worried and nervous.

"All heavy armored knights, get into formation. Be ready to charge!" Old Wilson yelled aloud.

In an instant, the knights dressed in black heavy armor aimed the long spears in their hands at the sky. They queued up behind Old Wilson, prepared for the charge at any time.

Soon, a large crowd of bandits swarmed forward in an orderly formation. They came to a halt at a few hundred meters away from the castle, and gradually, three men in white robes who were wearing golden masks emerged from the crowd.

Old Wilson narrowed his eyes. He figured that these three masked men should be the leaders of these bandits. On cursory examination, there was a large number of bandits and they seemed to be able to surround the entire castle.

In terms of quantity, Old Wilson's most combative two hundred heavy armored knights were much lesser in comparison with the bandits. At most, they could gather up to a thousand including the other six to seven hundred knights within the territory. In comparison with the 3,000 bandits in front of them, Old Wilson's strength was indeed too small.

Moreover, judging from the orderly marching of these bandits, Old Wilson concluded that their combat literacy was at a commendable level where it was only possible after rigorous training.

Seeing the group of bandits in front of him, Old Wilson felt that he was back at the cruel battlefield. He felt as if he was not facing a group of scattered bandits but a group of well-trained elite army troop.

"When were bandits eligible for such quality training?"

Old Wilson's eyes flashed like lightning as his gaze swept across the large group of bandits in front of him, before finally landed his gaze onto the leaders of the bandits – the three men who were wearing golden masks. Only by defeating them that he was able to protect the territory.

At this thought, Old Wilson raised his greatsword with one hand, and shouted at the two hundred heavy armored knights behind him, "In the name of the knight's glory, attack!"

"In the name of the knight's glory, attack!"

Two hundred heavy armored knights yelled in unison. The tremendous momentum shown was so intense that it seemed like they did not regard those three thousand bandits in front of them as a threat. Their imposing manner shook the earth.

This was the heavy armored knight troop which Old Wilson had constructed after spending more than ten years of effort and almost half of the taxes collected from the territory. Finally, today would be these heavy armored knights' first battle!

"Boom!"

Like a landslide, the two hundred heavy armored knights moved and shook the earth. Two hundred heavy armored knights followed closely behind Old Wilson as they rushed forward to the bandits like a black torrent.

Old Wilson fought at the forefront of his men. Leading the two hundred heavy armored knights, he rushed out to make a bloody opening path. No matter how many bandits were there, they could not seem to resist the impact of the heavy armored knights.

The heavy armor on the knights was not destructible by ordinary swords and spears as a powerful force was required to damage it. Only when the knights fell over the horse or when they were exhausted by the fight, which left them with no combat power, that these groups of heavy armored knights could be taken down.

Old Wilson led the two hundred heavy armored knights through the battlefield and killed more than 300 thieves in just one attack. Yet, he did not injure himself. The three men wearing golden masks in the distance looked at Old Wilson who was leading the heavy armored knights, attacking the bandits incessantly. Although they concealed their appearances, they looked tough to bring down.

"Such powerful heavy armored knight troop. This Wilson is indeed something. No wonder he survived the Slaughterhouse. It'll be great if he can return to the arms of God…" one of the men wearing a golden mask muttered disappointedly.

"Angus, we can't let him go on like this. I'll take him down and that should collapse his heavy armored knights."

The three of them could make out that Old Wilson was the soul of the heavy armored knights, just like the alpha in a pack of wolves. With Old Wilson charging in the front of the battlefield, this heavy armored knight troop was fearless, as if nothing would go wrong.

Therefore, to defeat this heavy armored knight troop, they must take down Old Wilson.

"Queiro, Lelo, the two of you go together. Be sure to eliminate Wilson!" Angus said coldly.

"Haha, Angus, be rest assured. It's just a Wilson, how much does he have?"

Hence, the two white-robed men wearing golden masks rushed to Old Wilson on a horseback.

Although Old Wilson's heavy armored knights were invincible that almost no one could fight against them, the number of bandits was too great in comparison after all. Even if they tried to break through from either side, they could hardly go beyond the tight encirclement. Instead, the number of bandits surrounding them seemed to increase gradually.

Queiro and Lelo quickly rushed down. They commanded some bandits to separate Old Wilson from his heavy armored knights.

Queiro, with short red-hair, rushed directly at Wilson's face. He slowly pulled out a greatsword, all the while staring fiercely at Old Wilson.

"Remember, you're dead in the hands of Queiro!" Queiro bellowed, and the greatsword in his hand released a blinding light. Even in the melee, this ray of light dazzled in the battlefield.

Looking at the ray of light on Queiro's sword, Old Wilson's expression changed as he realized it was an unbelievable powerful wave produced from the Light Elements. The voice that came through his throat next sounded slightly hoarse, "Light Elements… You're a Guardian Swordsman from the church?"

Old Wilson was shocked. He thought he was dealing with bandits, not Light Swordsmen who could control the Light Elements. He was clear that this kind of Light Swordsman would surely be taken in by the church to become the Guardian Swordsman.

In the blink of an eye, these bandits had become the highly respectable Guardian Swordsmen from the church, and it came as a tremendous surprise. Even Old Wilson did not know what was going on.

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Chapter 38: The Fight I

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"Swish!"

Queiro's greatsword which was emitting a terrifying light slammed down directly toward Old Wilson's head.

Despite the great shock, Old Wilson quickly regained his focus. Both of his hands clenched tightly around the greatsword, and he groaned in a low voice. In an instant, the greatsword burst into a fiery flame. Gradually, the fire became bigger and burned intensely while emitting a scorching temperature.

"Light Sword!"

"Flame Cleave!"

It was as if diamond cut diamond when the two greatswords collided with one another. As a result, the flames intertwined and the white light produced strange noises.

"Bang!"

The flames on Old Wilson's greatsword was obviously not a match for the white light on Queiro's greatsword, yet both men staggered a few steps backward simultaneously. Surprisingly, they were somewhat on an equal strength.

"Third-level Light Swordsman!"

Old Wilson narrowed his eyes. After the previous round, he had already got hold of his opponent's ins and outs. The other party was a Third-level Light Swordsman who was evidently more skillful at manipulating Elements than himself.

"What a powerful force! A Second-level Fire Swordsman definitely doesn't possess such mighty pure strength!"

Queiro was also astonished. The former pride in his face was gradually replaced by concern. He noticed that Old Wilson was only a Second-level Fire Swordsman but in a contest of strength, they were rather equal. The explosive power within Old Wilson's burly built was indispensable.

"See, Queiro, you can't deal with him alone. Haha, Angus is right to not underestimate him. An opponent who survived the Slaughterhouse must be someone extraordinary!"

Another man in a golden mask came forward to Old Wilson. Slowly, he drew out a greatsword, demonstrating that his action spoke louder than words.

"Yet another Third-level Light Swordsman!"

Old Wilson examined the two men carefully as he tried to come up with a countermeasure.

"Attack!"

The two Third-level Light Swordsmen – Queiro and Lelo – joined together to attack Old Wilson. In an instant, the place where the three of them were standing was cleared into a relatively quiet space. No one wanted to be close to them. Once they were near, they would be injured by the scattering Light Elements and Fire Elements.

Although Old Wilson was besieged by two Third-level Light Swordsmen, he was still able to support himself and carried on. His outstanding talents had gifted him a powerful force that seemed almost endless. Therefore, even if he was only a Second-level Fire Swordsman, he was able to rival against an Elemental Swordsman who almost reached the peak of Third-level potential.

The more Queiro and Lelo fought against him, the more their faces fell. Before this, the two of them were confident that it was easy to kill Wilson. Now, they were struggling to keep up.

"He's a monster. How is his body so strong?"

The two men glanced helplessly at Angus who was watching the fight.

Angus was the last man wearing a golden mask. He had been paying attention to Old Wilson. He noticed that Old Wilson waved his massive greatsword like a giant, fearless in fighting against the two Third-level Light Swordsmen.

Even in terms of strength, neither Queiro nor Lelo dared to confront Old Wilson. If they were not careful, they would be defeated by his terrifying force.

"It seems that even Lord Bishop has underestimated Wilson. Such powerful people do exist in this small city of Blackwater…" Angus whispered to himself as he pulled out the greatsword on his back gradually.

"Swish!"

A ball of dazzling white light, much stronger than Queiro's and Lelo's, radiated from the greatsword.

Angus grasped the greatsword with both hands and quickly dashed near Old Wilson, ready to join the battle.

'Three Third-level Light Swordsmen… More than fifty First and Second-level Light Swordsmen… They're definitely not a group of ordinary bandits but the guardians of the church!'

During this time, Merlin was kept safe under the protection of Prat and numerous other knights in the territory where he was leisurely observing the situation on the battlefield.

The strength of Old Wilson had far exceeded Merlin's prediction. The powerful Old Wilson, who was like the God of War, relied on pure strength to compete against the two forceful Third-level Light Swordsmen. This was indeed extremely astonishing to watch.

When Merlin had not mastered the power of the spell, his dealing with Rolin, also a Third-level Elemental Swordsman, had left him wretched where he almost died in Rolin's hands.

Therefore, he understood thoroughly the might of Third-level Elemental Swordsmen.

"Young Master Merlin, please head back to the castle. We pledge our lives to defend the castle!"

General Prat had quietly arrived in front of Merlin. He took out his greatsword while staring coldly at the bandits in front.

Led by two Second-level Light Swordsmen, there was a group of bandits rushing directly toward the castle. Prat had come forward to protect with his back to the wall.

"Come on, I've survived the Slaughterhouse, not to mention you little bandits!"

Prat sounded rather crazy. His greatsword also emitted traces of flame but they were not as strong as Old Wilson's as he was only a First-level Fire Swordsman. The dozens of knights guarding Merlin simply was not strong enough to deal with the hundreds of bandits and two Second-level Light Swordsmen in front.

"Young Master Merlin, don't worry, Yaguez will definitely protect you."

The person nearest to Merlin now was the young knight Yaguez who was about sixteen or seventeen years old. He was the one who had escorted him to the castle.

Yaguez had a stern look on his face and it was washed with determination. Merlin believed that Yaguez would not hesitate to stand up and protect him in any chance of danger.

"Yaguez, you'll be a great knight someday!"

A smile flashed across Merlin's face as if he did not feel the tension of the situation. Then, he jumped off the horse and walked straight toward Prat.

"Uncle Prat."

"Well? Young Master Merlin? Why haven't you return to the castle? It's dangerous –"

Merlin shook his head slightly before Prat could finish his sentence and interrupted calmly, "Uncle Prat, gather the remaining knights and retreat to the back to defend the castle. As for these bandits…"

As his voice fell, Merlin looked quietly at the group of bandits who were galloping at the speed of the wind.

"Whoosh!"

Without warning, two fist-sized fireballs appeared in front of Merlin, floating silently in the air while exuding an intimidating atmosphere.

"As for these bandits… Let me handle them!"

Prat was still stunned when Merlin's voice echoed in his ears.

Merlin stretched out his fair hands and gently pointed forward. In the blink of an eye, the two fireballs floating in front of him flew toward the bandits who were rushing toward Merlin.

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Chapter 39: The Fight II

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Angus finally struck and fought with great speed. The white light radiating on his greatsword flew toward Old Wilson like a venomous snake.

"Whoosh!"

Without mercy, a ray of white light pierced through Old Wilson's black armor. Fresh red blood immediately oozed from the slit.

Old Wilson retreated a few steps and held his hand to the wound. He narrowed his eyes and gave Angus a deadly stare. His armor was manufactured after three years of work, using materials of the highest resistance and could resist almost any kind of spears and swords. Even a Third-level Elemental Swordsman would struggle to break his armor.

Due to this, he was able to fight against the two Third-level Light Swordsmen – Queiro and Lelo – with such ease. This armor suit had definitely proved its worth.

However, this armor could no longer effectively assist Old Wilson in defending from his opponents. Angus' strike had left Old Wilson feeling deeply threatened, which was something that he had experienced in the Slaughterhouse. It was an influential existence extremely on par with a Fourth-level Elemental Swordsman.

The difference between Elemental Swordsmen was indeed very much distinct – First-level to Third-level were beginner Elemental Swordsmen, Fourth-level to Sixth-level were intermediate Elemental Swordsmen, and Seventh-level to Ninth-level were advanced Elemental Swordsmen.

Therefore, even though there was only one gap from Third-level to Fourth-level, it was a massive one.

Angus, who was right in front, ranked somewhere between Third-level and Fourth-level, though infinitely close to Fourth-level as he was extremely powerful. Even with Old Wilson's innate talent and sturdy defensive armor, it was difficult to fight against Angus.

"It seems that I'll not escape from fate today… Tell me, why does the church want my life?"

Old Wilson looked rather savage as he licked his dried lips while he spoke. He had already guessed by now that these people were not bandits but people from the church!

Angus raised aloft the greatsword in his hand, his palms wrapped tightly around the handle. "What's the point of knowing now? Queiro, Lelo, do it!"

Although Angus was, in fact, more powerful than Old Wilson, he chose to not underestimate his opponent. To be safe, he sought assistance from Queiro and Lelo to ensure nothing would go wrong.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a violent explosion erupted. Countless red flames caught on and scattered around. As the wind blew, the fire which was accompanied by a burning smell drifted along.

"What happened?"

Angus furrowed his brows as he shifted his attention to the direction of the strange noise.

…

"Bang!"

As the low-pitched sound left Merlin's lips, the two fireballs exploded in the speedy flight. The nearest bandit was only half a meter away from the explosion.

The fireballs released by Merlin contained horribly high heat. Although they were only the size of a fist, they were made up of a myriad of compressed Fire Elements.

The fist-sized fireball was able to directly melt an armor made of fine iron. Once blown up, the scattered flames were enough to cause terrible deaths.

Moreover, this explosion was caused by two fireballs at once. The bandits who came galloping at high speed were directly blown up by the two fireballs before they could figure out what was happening. Even the two leading Second-level Light Swordsmen were hit by the unexpected heatwaves and fell heavily on the ground, both gravely injured.

This sudden change had shocked many people. Merlin glanced toward the place where Old Wilson was under siege by the three Third-level Light Swordsmen. Merlin went straight to the old man who was in a hot water.

"The heretic! The heretic! The evil heretic from the Kingdom of Blackmoon!"

Finally, someone recognized Merlin's identity and began to scream in terror.

"The evil heretic that blasphemes against God!" a Second-level Light Swordsman shouted aloud and soon his body was shrouded in an aggressive white light. A greatsword in hand, he charged toward Merlin from behind.

"Fireball!"

Using his Mind Power, Merlin could sense movements in his surrounding without having to turn his head around. Therefore, he quickly released a fireball and sent it across his back.

"Whoosh!"

The speed of the fireball was extremely fast, leaving only a faint trail of red shadow before it slammed into the chest of the Light Swordsman.

The chest of the Light Swordsman could not resist the force of the fireball at all. It melted instantly and burned a bloody hole in the chest of the Light Swordsman.

"Plop!"

The Light Swordsman, not even anywhere close to Merlin, fell directly to the ground, his chest emitting black smoke.

'A Large Fireball next!'

Merlin noticed in his Awareness that the gray horizontal frame representing Large Fireball had turned red. This meant that he was able to release a Large Fireball.

Due to Merlin's recent incessant meditation practice, his progress on Mind Power advanced rapidly. His control of the fireball had reached the point of perfection. For instance, the fireball released earlier was much faster in speed, making it impossible to defend, than that in Blackwater City.

This was the benefit of a strong Mind Power as it allowed better control of spells.

After killing this Second-level Light Swordsman, Merlin raised his head and looked around at the surrounding bandits. Everyone was afraid of Merlin where no one dared to come forward.

Heretic is used to address on a person who represented evil, cruelty, and mastered peculiar power! Moreover, now that they saw the spells released by Merlin with their own eyes, they felt unbelievably and incredibly fearful, hence they dared not come forward.

Thousands of bandits were stunned by Merlin. He looked around and never did he feel more confident than at this moment. He felt "powerful" for the first time.

'Spell Caster is the existence of the world's strongest force!'

Merlin thought of a sentence in old man Etha's Spell Manual, used to describe the Spell Casters. It seemed not far from the truth.

As no one stepped forward, it did not take Merlin long to reach Old Wilson's side. He held the injured old man gently by hand and looked at the three men wearing golden masks.

"Father, leave them to me," Merlin said softly to Old Wilson.

"Spell Caster… I didn't expect to encounter a Spell Caster here. Even though you're just an Entrance-level Spell Caster, that's not something we can deal with. Unfortunately, we didn't bring forth our archers. Otherwise, an Entrance-level Spell Caster will not pose any threat," Angus, who was still wearing the mask, ended his sentence with a long, meaningful sigh.

His tone was full of unwillingness.

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Chapter 40: Grand Operation

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After Angus finished his sentence, Merlin studied the masked man in front of him carefully. The other person knew much about Spell Casters. Besides, he addressed Merlin as a "Spell Caster" rather than a "heretic" like the others.

Indeed, he had spoken the fact. Merlin could not cope with hundreds and thousands of arrows with his mere Zero-level spell.

"Angus, a heretic is enough for you to give up?"

Another masked man shifted his attention at Merlin. In that instant, the white light on his greatsword shone even brighter.

"Merlin, be careful. All three of them are Third-level Light Swordsmen," Old Wilson reminded Merlin weakly as he pressed his palm at the wound on his stomach.

"Attack!"

One of the masked men was furious at Merlin's indifference. The white light on his greatsword extended to almost a meter long and was aimed directly at Merlin from the top.

"Fireball!"

A hint of coldness flashed across Merlin's eyes. He threw his hands out and two fireballs rose up into the air instantly. This was not a Large Fireball but a normal Fireball. Based on Merlin's current accumulated Magic Power in the Spell Model situated in his Awareness, he was able to cast more than ten spells simultaneously.

As his Mind Power increased, the fireballs he released moved at a greater speed and became even harder for the others to avoid.

"Bang!"

The corner of Merlin's mouth curled up into a sneer. Two fireballs blasted in the air, scattering numerous flames in all directions. In an instant, that masked man was engulfed in a sea of frantic flames.

The masked man screamed in the flames while his body gave off a burning stench.

The scattering flames released from Fireball were scorching hot, that they were able to melt fine iron, let alone a Third-level Light Swordsman.

The other party wailed a few more times before falling to the ground and then, there was a dead silence.

"Queiro!" Angus and Lelo shouted simultaneously.

At the same time, the white light around their body lit up in an instant. Both of them split into two different directions and rushed toward Merlin.

Merlin shook his head slightly. He found himself in a fix when he first dealt with Rolin but now he could kill a Third-level Elemental Swordsman with a flick of his fingers. In addition, he was more familiar with the power of a Spell Caster. His Mind Power had also advanced progressively where he was able to control spells with more precision.

Therefore, at the first moment the two men moved, Merlin had already cast a Large Fireball.

"Whoosh!"

A gigantic fireball floated in the air. The entire fireball appeared somewhat unstable as its concentrated Fire Elements were compressed to the extreme.

"Bang!"

Without a moment of hesitation, Merlin detonated the fireball right away. The gigantic fireball set off a huge wave and the violent force slammed into Angus and Lelo mercilessly.

Upon contact with the impactful force of the fireball explosion, they were thrown to the air accompanied by tiny scattering flames.

As the tiny scattering flames were produced from the Fireball, even a tiny flame was compressed by countless Fire Elements which could result in a terrifying force. A slight touch was able to drill a bloody hole into the human body.

However, both Angus and Lelo were Third-level Light Swordsmen. They could more or less resist the impact of the scattering flames but it was the strong force of the fireball explosion that affected them.

Merlin was not about to stop now. A Large Fireball had caused injuries on Angus and Lelo, hence he released two more Fireballs. Two fist-sized fireballs flew toward the men silently like a quiet ghost.

"Boom!"

A fireball penetrated through Lelo's head directly, burning off half his head.

Angus managed to block the other fireball with his arm. Upon contact, the horrible heat of the fireball burned Angus' arm right away. Enduring severe pain, Angus jumped on his horse and fled to the opposite direction immediately.

"It's too late to leave now!"

Merlin would not let Angus escape. Although Angus rode away quickly, Merlin's Fireball flew faster and slammed directly into Angus' thin and defenseless armor. It was directly penetrated by the fireball and a large hole, the size of a bowl, burned Angus' back.

Angus fell from the horse and there was no more movement.

All three Third-level Light Swordsmen were dead. The bandits who witnessed the death of their three leaders went into chaos. Countless bandits screamed and wailed for retreat.

General Prat seized this opportunity and led the remaining hundreds of knights in the territory to a violent charge. Moments later, at least 500 dead bodies surrounded the castle.

Merlin did not continue to fight. Instead, he helped the injured Old Wilson into the castle and directed the servants to start clearing the corpses outside.

Half an hour later, Prat returned to the territory with numerous knights. He reached the castle and reported to Old Wilson, "Lord Baron, the bandits have been driven off. It's estimated that they'll not pose a threat to the territory within a short period of time."

Old Wilson, whose face was as white as a sheet, struggled to sit up and replied coldly, "Any captives?"

Prat nodded in response. Several knights brought more than a dozen wounded captives into the hall and made them kneel in front of Old Wilson.

Old Wilson narrowed his eyes as he swept his gaze across the dozens of captives. He asked in a deep voice, "Speak only the truth. What conspiracy has the church planned?"

The captives exchanged glances at each other before replying cautiously, "Lord Baron, we're not part of the church. We're bandits that loiter on the border between the Kingdom of Blackmoon and the Kingdom of Light. A year ago, our leader was killed by the guardians of the church. Later, we've been incorporated into this knight troop. Apart from the two hundred backbone members of the church, the rest of us are actually just bandits. We know nothing about the church's conspiracy."

"I heard that the church is going to have a grand operation and will take action on Grand City, Blackwater City, and Rute City."

The captives looked at Old Wilson with pleading eyes after they had finished speaking.

"Bring them out and kill them all!" Old Wilson's face turned ghastly pale, his tone as cold as ice. Soon, the dozens of captives were taken out by Prat to be murdered.

"Merlin, we must head back to Blackwater City as soon as possible!" Old Wilson lifted his head, revealing his tired face which was washed over with worry and concern.

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Chapter 41: Second Spell Model

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A cavalry group consisted of about hundred knights sped through the wide boulevard, leaving trails of dust and dirt.

Merlin, with his eyes closed, was meditating inside the carriage which was traveling among the troop.

'The Mind Power should be enough to construct a second Spell Model!'

Not bothered at all by the bumpy carriage ride, Merlin opened his eyes while the corner of his mouth curled into a smile. He was currently following Old Wilson's knight troop to Blackwater City.

Merlin had no idea what Old Wilson had guessed from the captives' words, but Old Wilson's serious expression at that time revealed he must have understood something.

"It's only afternoon now. At this speed, we'll probably arrive in Blackwater City tomorrow morning. I should take advantage of this time to construct Frost's Spell Model in my Awareness," Merlin muttered in a low voice as he drew the curtain and looked at the sky.

Merlin spent almost all his time in Blackwater City to meditate. Now, a month later, his Mind Power had finally increased to the level where he can support a second Spell Model.

Hence, Merlin intended to construct a second Spell Model in the carriage.

From within his arms, Merlin pulled out a few yellowish papers which contained several complicated Spell Models. These were Frosts which Merlin obtained from Rolin.

He had long decided for Frost to be the second Spell Model to be constructed in his Awareness. When his Mind Power was able to control two Spell Models, he would then commence to construct it immediately.

"Activate the Matrix!"

Without hesitation, Merlin activated the Matrix. It was crucial in the process of constructing a Spell Model. Otherwise, with Merlin's current capability, it would require a long duration to construct a stable Spell Model.

"The Matrix is activated. Please set up a mission!"

"Start analyzing Frost's Spell Model!"

"Beep. Mission established. Ready to analyze!"

The Matrix had a strong analytical and computational ability. It was also able to analyze Spell Models with ease. After all, Merlin had analyzed Fireball with the Matrix previously.

About half an hour later, Merlin could hear the familiar mechanical female voice in his mind.

"Beep. Analysis completed. A total of 126,541 Spell Models are analyzed."

Merlin nodded silently. This result was within his expectation. Previously, about 180,000 Spell Models were analyzed for Fireball.

"Choose ten most stable spells and compare them to the prototype of Frost. Then, decide on one Spell Model that's the most stable and most aggressive!"

After issuing the order, Merlin waited quietly for the Matrix's final choice.

"Beep. The Matrix has chosen the sixth Spell Model for you!"

Immediately, a complicated Spell Model appeared in Merlin's mind. Any Normie with an insufficient level of Mind Power would instantaneously feel dizzy at the sight of this Spell Model.

However, after a long period of meditation, Merlin's current Mind Power had increased tremendously for him to be able to control two Spell Models. He had attained the conditions for constructing a second Spell Model in his Awareness.

He closed his eyes and his Mind Power began to fully construct the Spell Model by the Matrix.

Constructing a Spell Model using Mind Power required a long duration of at least a few hours. It demanded full concentration and complete usage of Mind Power to simulate the complex Spell Models in the Awareness.

Merlin had experience in constructing a Spell Model, hence, this time he was familiar with the procedure. Soon, he started utilizing his Mind Power to carefully construct the Spell Model.

One hour, two hours, three hours…

Merlin was completely immersed in the construction of Spell Model. He did not feel any discomfort despite the bumpy carriage ride.

"Boom!"

Finally, Merlin felt as if there was an explosion in his mind, which was then filled with a cold chilly sensation. A brand-new Spell Model appeared in his Awareness.

"At last, Frost's Spell Model!"

With his face full of surprise, Merlin opened his eyes. Slowly, he felt Frost's Spell Model absorbing the surrounding Ice Elements in his Awareness.

Even Merlin, who was wearing a thick coat, could not help but shudder at the cold.

The Spell Models in Merlin's Awareness, namely Fireball and Frost, were two Spell Models which behave opposite of each other. However, the two got along well, rotating slowly as each absorbed their respective Elements.

Merlin rejoiced secretly. Having two Spell Models in his Awareness was indeed a relatively huge burden for his Awareness but he was able to withstand it thoroughly. Moreover, he could continue meditating to increase his Mind Power. Eventually, even this dense feeling would disappear.

"Let me try the power of Frost!"

Merlin used his Mind Power to activate the Frost's Spell Model.

"Frost!"

A group of ice crystals appeared immediately on the wooden bracket inside the carriage, wrapping the wooden bracket tightly and emitting a chilling sensation. It looked solid.

"Fireball!"

Merlin cast Fireball right after seeing the formation of ice crystals. Using the control of Mind Power, Merlin moved the fireball under the ice crystal carefully.

This group of ice crystals persisted for a while before finally melting into water droplets by the high temperature of Fireball. Merlin was very satisfied as the purpose of Frost was not to hurt people but to bind the opponent in place.

Once frozen by such solid ice crystal, even a Third-level Elemental Swordsman could free from it within seconds.

"If I've obtained Frost before the bandits' attack, I could kill those three Third-level Light Swordsmen in a single blow."

Merlin's eyes brimmed with brilliance as he watched water droplets dripping from the ice crystals.

Now that he attained a Binding spell, his strength was undoubtedly doubled. No matter the number of the low-level elemental swordsmen, they would no longer pose a threat to Merlin.

However, Merlin had just constructed Frost's Spell Model. Now, he was only able to release about two or three Frosts.

Merlin did not continue casting Frost. Instead, he immersed his Mind Power in the Awareness again to carefully examine the changes happening around Frost's Spell Model.

"As expected, another gray horizontal frame appeared, just like Fireball!"

Merlin was overjoyed as he attained his wish to see a gray horizontal frame around Frost's Spell Model, similar to the horizontal frame in front of Fireball's Spell Model.

In other words, after he released three Frosts, he had the opportunity to release a more powerful Frost – Large Frost.

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Chapter 42: Ambition

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The carriage kept on moving. There were sounds of running horses outside. Even if Merlin did not look out of the window, he knew a little that the carriage was going at a great speed from the tremor he felt in the carriage.

"Clang."

Suddenly, the carriage came to a halt. The curtain was pulled open and a gust of cold wind blew in.

"Father."

Merlin showed a questioned look because the one who pulled the curtain down was Old Wilson.

Old Wilson nodded slightly and climbed into the carriage. His face seemed slightly pale, but he looked much better now.

"Father, how's your injury?" Merlin looked at Old Wilson's stomach. There was still a cut on his black armor at that area.

"I'm alright. It's just a cut." Old Wilson paused a little. Then, he raised his head as his eyes stared right at Merlin for a while. He gave a long sigh. "Merlin, you've truly grown up and you can handle the burden of the whole family! There's something I must tell you."

"Father, tell me anything." Merlin moved his body and leaned toward the back of the carriage as much as possible.

"It's about the current matter, the Church's Grand Operation. Do you have any idea what this is?" Old Wilson had a serious look.

Merlin shook his head naturally. He had guessed this was not something small. If it was, Old Wilson would not go back in a rush, but he did not know what was going on.

Usually, Church of Light would have sublime authority in the Kingdom of Light and even in a few other small kingdoms. Everyone believed in God of Light. They were the spiritual leaders of the whole Kingdom of Light.

Merlin could not think of a reason why Church of Light would want to snatch Blackwater City, putting in so much effort in the process.

Old Wilson said as he shook his head helplessly, "This matter is the most hidden secret amongst secrets in the first place. I only have some guesses these few years, but it seems to me now my guesses are becoming reality. Church of Light's influence in the Kingdom of Light is not the monopolizing force here. There are still the competing influences like the Royal Family of Light and the nobles. There's a gap between the two forces but the difference won't be large. However, in these few years, the church has grown too quickly. It has even attracted a bunch of middle-ranked nobles, and, in the name of God, rapidly expanded its armed forces."

Merlin nodded. The armed forces of Church of Light would most probably be the Guardian Swordsmen. Even those who were not Light Swordsmen, if they were willing to seek refuge with the church, they would be allowed to become the Church's Swordsman and given a certain amount of help.

These Swordsmen had nonetheless turned into the church's force.

"Ambition. Unstoppable ambition! When the church's force has expanded to a certain extent, it has finally exploded… Although I have no way of knowing the situation at other places, I can guess a little. The church's force has a definite advantage. Its action is to overturn the Royal Family of Light and build a new nation reigned by the church."

Merlin's expression changed. He thought of some countries in his past life which merged both politics with religion. The aim of Church of Light was also obvious; to merge politics with religion. The church no longer wanted to be only a spiritual leader but to rule a large nation.

The time of change had dawned upon the Kingdom of Light!

Seeing Merlin's changing expressions, Old Wilson nodded in satisfaction. Then, he said with a bitter smile, "Merlin, there will be chaos in the Kingdom of Light, so we need to get back to Blackwater City as quickly as possible. We have to save all people of the Wilson family."

If the church had the ambition just as Old Wilson had predicted, then trouble would definitely break out in the Kingdom of Light. Macy, the butler, big-breasted Madam and others were still at Wilson Castle in Blackwater City. They were all people who Old Wilson cared about, so they must be saved.

Old Wilson did not mention Spell Caster all this while. Nor did he asked about Merlin's matter as if he had forgotten about this. However, Merlin knew Old Wilson did not mention this matter on purpose.

At this moment, Merlin felt that it was necessary to explain this to Old Wilson.

"Father, my teacher is a Spell Caster from the Kingdom of Blackmoon, but he's dead now. He was killed by the Wizard in the church."

Merlin's tone was calm as he explained about the matter regarding old man Etha.

"Merlin, I've fought for so many years in battle with the Kingdom of Blackmoon. I've also seen their Spell Casters. They hold strong yet mysterious power that is above Normies. Even the powerful Elemental Swordsman is nothing in their eyes. Only the Wizards in the Inquisitor can compare to them." Old Wilson paused. Following that, he smiled as he continued, "So, I'm proud that you've become a strong Spell Caster now! The whole Wilson family is happy for you!"

After that, Old Wilson turned around and alighted from the carriage.

Merlin heaved a sigh of relief. Old Wilson had survived the "Slaughterhouse" at that time. No matter if it was the Spell Casters of the Kingdom of Blackmoon or Wizards of the Inquisitor, he had seen them all. He naturally knew that Spell Casters were the true strong ones who held insurmountable power, not the evil heretic described by the church.

The "understanding" of Old Wilson had saved Merlin from doing excessive explanation.

Merlin pulled the curtain open and saw that the sky had gradually turned dark. Many knights had lit up the fire torch for illumination. With their current speed, even if they continued their journey at night, they would only reach Blackwater City tomorrow.

After sitting in the carriage for one whole day and spending a large amount of Mind Power to simulate the second Spell Model, Merlin was exhausted. So, he lied in the carriage and closed his eyes to rest.

Merlin knew it would not be peaceful when he returned to Blackwater City tomorrow. He had to quickly recover both of his Magic Power and Mind Power.

The next morning in Blackwater City, snow was falling lightly. There was a layer of frost on the ground which seemed extremely slippery.

There were not many people on the street, so it seemed desolate.

There were a bunch of people gathered at the city gate. They were all small businessmen and vendors from Blackwater City. They were all prepared to go out of the city and do some business but the gate remained tightly closed this morning.

"What's going on? Why isn't the gate open?"

"Last night, many knights seem to have entered the city. I don't know what's going on."

"When is the gate opening?"

Many were discussing about this before the gate, but most didn't know what the reason behind the closure of gate was.

"I'm afraid there may be some big trouble at Blackwater City…"

Only the smart and experienced ones might have understood some hints from this, so they turned around in a hurry to return home.

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Chapter 43: Danger at the Castle I

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In the Castellan's mansion, Castellan Augustin, Baron Vingult, and the white-robed Wizard Jason were in a discussion.

"Wizard Jason, six aristocratic families in Blackwater City except for Wilson have arrived. Do we start now?" Augustin asked calmly.

Wizard Jason glanced at Augustin and Vingult without emotion. He said as he waved his hands, "What's the rush? I don't mind telling you now. The robbers who kept disturbing peace in Blackwater City are all from the church. With their attack, the knights of these nobles have gone out of the city to provide protection. Who else do they have in Blackwater City?"

"So, we should give them one more chance. If they're willing to return to God's embrace, then they're still the believers of God of Light! Master Castellan, it's time for you to appear."

Augustin's expression changed. Even if he had guessed that the robbers outside of Blackwater City were odd, they were truly people sent from the church, now that it was confirmed by Jason.

The church had prepared all of this!

"Wizard Jason, please rest assured. I'll talk to them clearly out there, but Wilson…"

Speaking of Wilson, Wizard Jason raised his head to look at Vingult. A cold smile formed on his lips as he said lightly, "Baron Vingult, I know of your contradiction with Wilson. Now, I'm giving you an opportunity to take revenge! Wilson should be dead by now. His territory will be destroyed as well. So, Wilson Castle should no longer exist. I'll leave this matter to you and will send two more Guardian Swordsmen to you. You should get your man to eliminate everyone in Wilson family!"

Elation bloomed in Vingult's heart. His expression turned ferocious as he said in a low pitch, "Wizard Jason, be at rest. Not a person of the Wilson family will exist in Blackwater City from now on!"

Then, Vingult walked out immediately. His heart was filled with elation. Fighting for so many years with Old Wilson, he had resented Wilson to his bone. Now he had the opportunity, why would he let it pass?

"Tirath, bring Vingult knights and the two Guardian Swordsmen Wizard Jason gave you and destroy Wilson Castle. I don't want to see anyone from Wilson family in Blackwater City in the future."

"Hehe, Father, please be at rest. Not a person in Wilson Castle can run away from this! However, such a shame this Merlin bastard has gone to Wilson's territory. Otherwise, I'll kill him myself!" Tirath was full of resent toward Merlin.

"Merlin can't survive going to Wilson's territory. He can only die with Wilson. Alright, go quickly. Until the matter is settled, the Vingult family will definitely welcome our most brilliant times!"

Then, Tirath brought two hundred knights and left the castellan's mansion.

Outside of Wilson Castle, two guards seemed listless. Both leaned against the door and exchanged words with one another, feeling bored.

Suddenly, an extremely luxurious-looking carriage came dashing forward from afar. Its speed was fast and the master of the carriage seemed flustered.

The guards immediately stood alert. They both knew the carriage. That was the carriage of Young Master Gutt who always stayed together with Young Master Merlin.

Soon, the luxurious carriage stopped in front of the castle. A fatty jumped off from the carriage and the guards quickly welcomed him. They said respectfully, "Young Master Gutt, if you're looking for Young Master Merlin, unfortunately, he has left Blackwater City two days ago. He went to Sir Baron's territory."

"To the territory?" Fatty Gutt frowned and seemed extremely anxious. He said in a low voice, "Quick, bring me to Young Lady Macy."

The guards knew Gutt was good friends with Merlin, so they did not stop him and brought him into the castle.

Macy was having breakfast when she heard footsteps. She raised her head to see Gutt and furrowed her eyebrows. She did not have a good impression of Gutt and Anson and had always thought they were bad influences on Merlin.

However, Gutt did not care about Macy's attitude. Instead, he approached Macy quickly and said in a rush, "Macy, leave Wilson Castle quickly. It's best if you can get out of the city. Go to Baron Wilson's territory and meet with Merlin."

"What's wrong? Gutt, what happened?" Macy put down the spoon and looked at Gutt.

The fatty saw Macy's unwillingness to leave and knew he could not convince her to leave immediately unless he explained the matter clearly. So, he could only cut the story short and said, "Trouble. The Church of Light has suddenly launched an attack. They've taken most of the cities in the Kingdom of Light like Grand City, Rute City and others under control. They are planning to overturn the Royal Family!"

"The Dougland family has business all over the Kingdom of Light, so our news came earlier than others. Blackwater City should be one of the church's aim, so even the city gate is closed this morning."

"You and the Wilson family are in most danger. Baron Wilson comes from the army and he swore loyalty to the Royal Family. The church will not let him go easily. Moreover, I heard that Castellan Augustin of Blackwater City and the Vingult family have sought refuge with the church. Seeing their issue with the Wilson family, they won't let Wilson Castle off."

Gutt told her every news he had received without thinking. He spoke too fast that he could not catch his breath. His face was red and he seemed exhausted.

Macy's face turned pale instantaneously. She took a step forward quickly. Shaking, she asked softly, "Gutt, then what about Father and Merlin? Are they in danger?"

Gutt caught his breath and shook his head. "No news has come to me about Baron Wilson and Merlin yet. The gate is closed now. No one is allowed to enter or exit. I also came to notify you hurriedly right after I received the news. The most important thing is your safety now. Even you can't go out of the city, you must not stay in Wilson Castle."

Gutt paused and bit his lips. His expressions kept changing as if he was making some decisions in his head.

After a long pause, he raised his head and said as he bit his lips, "No matter what, you can't stay in Wilson Castle any longer. Macy, five is the maximum. Five of you must leave Wilson Castle immediately in my carriage. I'll send you to a safe place. When the situation in Blackwater City becomes calmer, I'll think of a way to send you out of the city."

It could be seen that Gutt's move was extremely risky. Without caution, he would be involved in this matter as well.

Macy took a glance at the butler. At this time, she still needed the butler's decision.

The butler looked at red-faced Gutt and bowed deeply to him. "Thank you, Young Master Gutt. You're willing to take such a big risk to save us. Wilson family will forever remember your deed. Young Lady Macy, Young Master Gutt is right. We must leave the castle as soon as possible now."

Gutt nodded. "Alright. Get ready. I'll be waiting for you in the carriage."

The fatty turned around. When he was about to return to his carriage, a bunch of ferocious knights came directly toward Wilson Castle.

"It's not good. Tirath has brought his men here… It's finished. Even I can't get away with it now!" In an instant, Gutt's expression turned ashen and his eyes filled with terror.

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Chapter 44: Danger at the Castle II

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Tirath came with his men in great force. There were originally two hundred heavy armored knights at Wilson Castle but they were brought away by Prat. Other than the heavy armored knights, there were still some normal knights around but Merlin brought dozens of them away to the territory as well.

Thus, Wilson Castle's defense was almost at zero now. Only a few servants and knights were left. They could not stop Tirath at all.

"Kill them."

Tirath looked at the old castle, his gaze full of killing intent. He led hundreds of knights and crashed into Wilson Castle. Without saying a word, he raised his sword and slashed it on the guards and servants in the castle.

A moment later, the smell of blood filled the air. Even Macy and others who were in the hall could smell the thick bloody stench.

Macy's expression was sullen while Gutt was ashen. He murmured lowly, "I didn't imagine Tirath to be so ruthless. This is eliminating the Wilson family!"

"Young Lady Macy, Young Master Gutt, come with me quickly otherwise, Tirath will find us," the butler said in a deep voice. Now that Wilson Castle had no defending forces, if they did not hide now, they were only waiting to be killed by Tirath.

So, the butler brought Gutt, Macy, and Big-breasted Madam directly into Old Wilson's room and quickly triggered the switch.

"V-room."

An oval-shaped passage appeared in the room.

"Go in quickly. This is the basement built by Sir Baron when he took military fortress as a reference. Hiding in there is very safe. Tirath won't be able to find this in a while," the butler pressed on.

Macy was a little curious. She had lived for many years in Wilson Castle but she did not know there was such a secretive basement in it.

Gutt went into the passage first, followed by Macy, Big-breasted Madam, and the butler. After all of them had entered the passage, the butler lightly closed the entrance.

Wilson Castle had almost become a living hell. Blood was everywhere. Up to hundreds of servants had fallen under the swords of knights led by Tirath.

Tirath walked into the hall to see no one was in there.

"Search for me. Merlin's not in the castle but Macy surely is!" Tirath ordered his subordinates when Macy was not in sight. He knew immediately she had hidden.

Thus, the knights carefully searched Wilson Castle.

Merlin woke up from his sleep. He pulled the curtain open slightly and found the sky was already bright. There was a moist feeling in the air. Without him noticing, it was already morning.

"Moss, where are we now?" Merlin asked Moss.

Moss turned his head around lightly. He looked rather pale and his eyes were puffy red. He seemed extremely exhausted. Moss had followed the knight's unit, rushing through the night. Of course, he was exhausted now.

"Young Master Merlin, we'll probably reach Blackwater City in an hour," Moss said softly.

"In an hour?" Merlin frowned slightly. Today was the day the castellan had gathered all the nobles. If they were a step ahead of him and controlled the whole situation in Blackwater City, that would not end in a good way.

Merlin was more worried about the safety in Wilson Castle.

However, this was already their greatest speed. There was no use in getting anxious now. Merlin then stayed quietly in the carriage and checked the changes in his Awareness.

The Frost he had simulated in his Awareness yesterday had accumulated enough Ice Element after one night. According to Merlin's estimation, he could continuously cast three Frosts now.

"Three times. It's more than enough!"

Merlin understood clearly the effect of Frost. It was not an attack spell but simply a binding spell. It did not need to be cast for many times as long as its binding force was great enough.

In terms of attack, he still needed to rely on Fireball. Meanwhile, after months of preparation, the Magic Power in Fireball had increased tremendously. He could cast Fireball for near twenty times without stopping.

Moreover, he still had the Bell Pendant with him that could release eighteen Large Fireballs. This was also Merlin's most reliable trump card that he would not use easily.

In addition, after one night's rest, his Mind Power was basically recovered as well. Merlin was at his best condition right now.

"I hope Macy is alright…" Merlin murmured softly. Under his calm gaze, a hint of sharpness flashed by.

An hour later, he could already see the tall wall of Blackwater City. Looking from afar, there were archers gathered all over the walls while the city gate remained tightly closed.

"Not good. The church has moved!"

Old Wilson waved his hand. The darting knight's unit immediately halted. His stare was set upon Blackwater City silently. The gate which was supposed to be open by now remained close.

The city gate would be closed only during an emergency. Some changes must have occurred in Blackwater City by now.

Old Wilson raised his head to look at the people on the wall. Looking at their clothes, they should be from the City Defense Troop.

"Sir Baron, what should we do?"

General Prat also came to Old Wilson's side, staring at the closed gate. He seemed clueless as to what they should do as well.

"We're still one step late…"

Old Wilson shook his head helplessly. His original thought was to return to Blackwater City before the church had made its move. Maybe the gate had not been closed at that moment.

However, he was still one step late after all. The gate had been controlled by the church.

Old Wilson held his fist tight. His eyes were red and he was unsatisfied! However, the gate had been closed. If they did not have a large machine to attack the city, they could not break through the city gate at all.

'Unless there's a strong Spell Caster to blast the gate open with a spell!' Old Wilson jumped at the thought. He suddenly recalled the strong Spell Casters from the Kingdom of Blackmoon back in the "Slaughterhouse" where a terrifying spell fell upon them. Even the strongest fortress could be blast off in an instant, not to mention this gate.

"Quick, get Merlin." Old Wilson immediately remembered Merlin who was a Spell Caster.

Soon, Prat brought Merlin to Old Wilson's side. Old Wilson pointed to the gate and said in a low voice, "Merlin, can you blast the gate open? If you can't, then we can't enter the city and we can only retreat to our territory. I'm afraid Macy and the others will be in danger then…"

Old Wilson stared at Merlin with anticipation.

Merlin squinted his eyes and observed for a while. Then, he nodded lightly and said in a calm tone, "Let me try."

Merlin did not have full confidence that he could blast this sturdy gate open.

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Chapter 45: Fierce Battle at Blackwater City I

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Old Wilson found a few knights. They held shields in their hands as they protected Merlin while approaching the gate.

"Let's try it."

With only a thought, Merlin cast a fist-sized fireball instantly. This was only a normal Fireball. Merlin only wanted to test how sturdy this gate really was.

"Go!" Along with Merlin's yell, the fireball immediately flew toward the gate.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

The fireball crashed into the gate. Merlin did not cause the fireball to explode. Facing such a sturdy gate, the little fireball surely could not blast the gate off, so it could only burn a hole in the gate with its high heat.

However, this gate was exceptionally sturdy. Since the city gate was the last barrier to enter the city, its level of sturdiness was top notch.

Therefore, Merlin's Fireball only left a half-inch-deep hole in the gate, unable to burn through the gate.

"I can't do it in one go. Then, I'll do it in the second and third try!" Merlin did not give up.

Although the Fireball did not work earlier, it had an effect on the gate. As long as he continued to cast Fireball, he would definitely be able to burn a hole through it.

"Swish."

Another two fireballs flew toward the gate at an incredible speed. At the same place the first fireball had burnt, they began to melt the gate again. At that moment, the sturdy gate began to drip liquid iron.

"Psst…"

Finally, under the melting of two fireballs, a fist-sized hole was burnt through the gate. Merlin showed a hint of elation on his face. At this moment, since he had already cast three Fireballs, he could cast a Large Fireball now.

"Large Fireball!"

Merlin did not hesitate at all. A gigantic fireball appeared out of thin air. One look at it could induce terror in people's heart.

"Swoosh."

The large fireball darted toward the gate and flew directly at the small hole on the gate.

"Boom!"

The force of the Large Fireball was numerous times bigger than the normal Fireball. This explosion even released a terrifying power. Infinite heat rapidly spread through the sides along the hole. In a while, a huge hole of human's height was burnt through the strong gate.

Old Wilson was poised since the beginning. Seeing the gate had actually blasted open by Merlin, he was filled with elation and immediately raised his sword. He shouted, "In the name of knight's glory, charge!"

"In the name of knight's glory, charge!"

Two hundred heavy armored knights behind Old Wilson and six hundred normal knights yelled all at once. Their voice was filled with killing intent.

"V-room."

This was the sound of running knights. It was as if the mountain had crashed and the earth had split. The whole city gate seemed to tremble.

Old Wilson was riding in front. A thick flame appeared around him and his whole figure seemed to be engulfed in flames. He led a large number of knights and dashed through the hole into Blackwater City.

Soon, the gate was opened. The knight's unit led by Old Wilson defeated the City Defense Troop near the gate with overwhelming spirit. The knights of City Defense Troop might have some combat ability but they had no way to block the heavy armored knights led by Old Wilson.

Merlin followed behind the knight's unit. He was a little relieved that he had chosen Fireball as his first Spell Model back then. Otherwise, no matter if it was Frost or Whirlwind, he could not blast the gate open.

The battle at the gate soon came to a pause. Most of the knights from City Defense Troop had run away but Old Wilson did not chase after them. Instead, he approached Merlin and said in a serious tone, "Merlin, I'm letting Prat follow you. Bring three hundred knights to Wilson Castle and save Macy and the others. I'll lead the rest to Castellan's Mansion and kill Augustin."

Old Wilson would not let Augustin who colluded with the church go easily. He had to lead the heavy armored knights to attack castellan's mansion.

Merlin thought for a bit, then shook his head. "Father, I'll only bring one hundred knights. You're going to Castellan's Mansion where it's heavily guarded. Augustin's knights from the City Defense Troop must be there."

Old Wilson thought about it before agreeing to that. Then, he led seven hundred knights and rushed to Castellan's Mansion.

"Uncle Prat, let the knights get ready for battle. It's possible we may get into trouble." A hint of seriousness flashed in Merlin's eyes.

In Wilson Castle, up to hundreds of servants had been killed. Regardless of whether they were men, women, the elderly or children, they had not escaped death. Many bodies laid around randomly on the floor. The bloody stench spread throughout the place that even someone from afar could smell it.

At this moment, Tirath was sitting on a chair in the castle. He frowned and had a dark look on him because he had only found servants after searching the entire Wilson Castle. Macy and the others could not be found at all.

"Could it be that they ran away?" Tirath doubted. He then ordered his subordinate to bring a servant to him. He asked the trembling servant who kneeled on the ground, "Where's Macy?"

The servant looked at Tirath and replied cautiously, "I really don't know where Young Lady Macy is."

"Don't know?" Tirath stood up and raised the sword. Without hesitation, he pierced the servant's chest in one slash.

"Bring the next one."

Tirath showed a cruel smile, then let his subordinate to bring another maid. This maid was truly horrified, seeing many bodies on the floor. Without waiting for Tirath to ask, she stuttered, "I saw the butler bringing Young Lady Macy and the others to Sir Baron's room."

"Good. Lead the way!"

Tirath immediately stood up and let the maid lead the way.

Soon, Tirath was in Baron Old Wilson's room. He looked around and smiled coldly. "They must be hiding in this room. Search!"

Immediately, numerous knights came into Old Wilson's room and began to search all over the place.

At the same time, Macy and the rest who were waiting in the basement had all come near the entrance of the basement. They leaned close to the wall and could hear faint footsteps on the other side of the wall.

Macy and the butler exchanged a glance. Macy even unsheathed her sword without a sound. She took a deep breath as she held the sword. She had finished the preparation for battle.

Among them, the only one with combat ability was Macy. Even though Old Wilson's gear was secretive, Tirath had brought many people to search for them and they would soon find it. At that time, they could only die to try to escape!

"Butler, if Tirath found the door later, I'll block him. Bring mother and Gutt out of Wilson Castle," Macy said in a low voice.

At this moment, she was a little depressed. If she had become an Elemental Swordsman, she would still have a slim chance to survive. At least she could cover for the butler to bring her mother and Gutt to escape.

However, once they were found by Tirath, they had almost no hope to survive!

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the whole ground of Wilson Castle trembled slightly. The dust on the wall peeled off and fell all over the ground.

"What's going on?" Tirath raised his head with a slightly changed expression. His gaze shot right out of Wilson Castle.

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Chapter 46: Fierce Battle at Blackwater City II

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Merlin was not adept at riding horses, so he sat in the carriage. He pulled the curtain open and stared forward directly. Wilson Castle could already be seen from far away.

Suddenly, a thick smell of blood hit him as the cold wind blew. Merlin's expression changed and immediately jumped off the carriage. He said to Prat, "Uncle Prat, let's stop first!"

At this time, the bloody stench had obviously hit Prat as well. His expression turned grim.

"This direction. It's Wilson Castle!"

After identifying the direction where the stench was coming from, Merlin could not wait any longer. He dashed forward and arrived before Wilson Castle in one breath. At his current position, he could see many horrifying bodies lying around in the castle. They were the servants and guards whom he was very familiar with in Wilson Castle.

"D*mn it!" Merlin cursed. With Prat, he strode into the castle.

"Hmm? Merlin, you weren't dead. You even came back?" Tirath brought his men out of the castle quickly and met Merlin.

Both sides had drawn their swords. The atmosphere was tense.

"Tirath! Where's Macy?" Merlin's face was grim. He scanned the bodies on the ground and did not find Macy's.

Tirath did not answer. Instead, he showed a hint of excitement. He quickly pointed to Merlin as he said to the white-robed men who wore silver armor beside him, "Two Guardian Swordsmen, he's Wilson's son!"

These two white-robed men were the Guardian Swordsmen sent by Wizard Jason. They exchanged a glance and howled in a deep voice, "Kill him!"

At once, the Guardian Swordsman emitted white light. They were surprisingly two First-level Light Swordsmen. They came aiming at Merlin directly.

Upon seeing the horrible sight of bodies around Wilson Castle, Merlin was already boiling with a killing intent. His eyes stared deadly at Tirath without even sparing a glance at the Guardian Swordsmen.

"Get out of my way!" Merlin took a big stride toward Tirath.

Since he had practiced the posture of the mysterious relief sculpture, his physical attribute was not any less compared to a First-level Elemental Swordsman, possibly even stronger. Thus, his speed was remarkable. A few steps already covered a few meters distance.

The Guardian Swordsmen showed a hint of surprise. They could feel that Merlin was not an Elemental Swordsman, but his physical attribute had gone beyond their imagination.

However, the next event surprised them even more. Merlin curled his hands and two fist-sized flames appeared suddenly in his hands.

"Swoosh."

Merlin pointed with his finger and the fireballs flashed slightly and made strokes of shadows in the air. At incredible speed, they headed straight toward the Guardian Swordsmen.

"Not good. It's the spell of evil heretic!"

The Guardian Swordsmen were still considered knowledgeable. They immediately recognized the fireballs released by Merlin was a spell, but they were already too late in dodging the fireballs.

Along with the growth of Merlin's Mind Power, he had gradually mastered the control of Fireball. His fireball could come and go like a shadow as he pleased. Once Fireball had been cast, even a Third-level Elemental Swordsman could not dodge it. Then, how could two First-level Elemental Swordsmen dodge it?

"Bang! Bang!"

Two fireballs landed a solid crash on the Guardian Swordsmen's chest. Their light armor could not defend them against the terrifying heat from the fireballs.

Thus, a bloody hole was burnt through their chests by the fireball. The Light Element within them immediately disappeared while their bodies fell onto the ground heavily.

This happened in the blink of an eye. Two strong Guardian Swordsmen had died while Merlin's figure did not even pause and continued to dash toward Tirath.

Tirath was already dumbfounded. It was the knights beside him, albeit scared, bravely blocked in front of him and prepared to protect Tirath.

As for these knights who were not even Elemental Swordsmen, Merlin did not bother to waste his Magic Power. He attacked the knights beside Tirath with his punch which was like the wind.

Merlin's physical attribute was near to the best of a First-level Elemental Swordsman. Naturally, it was easy to defeat the knights.

"Sh*t!" There was no one beside to protect Tirath now. Merlin's gaze set upon Tirath.

"Tirath, where's Macy?" Merlin approached Tirath step by step as he asked in a cold tone. At the same time, a fireball emitting horrifying heat appeared out of thin air in front of him and floated silently in the air.

Looking at this fireball, Tirath's face turned pale and stared at Merlin in fear. He did not know what he should do now.

When Merlin wanted to grab Tirath and questioned him, many knights suddenly came into the castle, yelling as they charged toward Merlin.

Tirath had brought two hundred knights. In number, it was more than the number of knights Merlin had brought. However, he did not care at all. Looking at the charging knights, a cold hint of killing intent flashed in his gaze.

"Explode!"

Merlin pointed at the few knights in front and the floating fireball quickly flew forward. It then exploded according to Merlin's Mind Power.

The fist-like fireball released a strong impact. The knights who were closest to it were directly blown off and they fell to the ground, their armors crumbled completely.

Meanwhile, the knights who were further away were burnt by the remaining flames after the fireball had exploded. All of them laid on the ground and howled in pain.

At the same time, Prat also pulled out his sword. With a loud howl, he led one hundred knights and dashed toward Tirath's knights. Even though they were less in number, their spirit was high. Moreover, they were supported by Merlin's Fireball. In great force, they defeated Tirath's knights, leaving them with many casualties. Only a small number of people ran away from Wilson Castle.

In Wilson Castle, it was covered with bodies of Tirath's knights and servants of the castle. Many bodies were mixed together, transforming the whole Wilson Castle into a living hell.

"Young Master Merlin!"

Prat walked forward in large stride. His armor had already turned bright red. His face stained with blood as well. It was not known whether the blood was from Prat or his enemy.

"Have you found her?"

"Young Master Merlin, I've looked all over the place. Young Lady Macy, the butler and Madam's bodies are not found throughout the castle." Prat smiled.

As long as they did not find the bodies, that proved Macy and others were still alive.

Tirath was lying on the ground at this moment. His expression was ashen because he had become Merlin's captive.

Merlin looked at Tirath, flashing a cold smile at him. He turned around and said to Prat, "Uncle Prat, I'll leave Tirath with you."

"Hehe. Be at rest, Young Master Merlin. One hundred and forty-eight lives of Wilson Castle. I'll collect that debt from him."

Tirath's blood-stained face also flashed a gruesome smile.

Merlin did not care about Tirath anymore. He headed straight toward Old Wilson's room. In his heart, he had already guessed the place where Macy and others were hiding at.

"Why isn't there any sound?" Macy who was still hiding in the basement asked softly. She had heard the footsteps out there earlier but all of them had disappeared suddenly.

The butler thought for a while before saying, "Young Lady Macy, we should wait a little longer. Maybe some changes have occurred and they have left temporarily. We should not be rash. Staying here is the safest."

Macy nodded too. The heart that had jumped to her throat had gradually relaxed as well.

"Ka-chak."

Right at this moment, the entrance of the basement before Macy opened slowly.

"Not good. We're found!"

Macy took a deep breath, then raised her sword up high. She would fight for their lives.

A figure slowly walked into the passage. Macy did not hesitate any longer. When the passage was opened, her sword also slashed toward the figure fiercely.

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Chapter 47: Fierce Battle at Blackwater City III

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In Castellan's Mansion, six nobles entered the hall one after another.

Castellan Augustine and Baron Vingult were already waiting in the hall. Seeing the six of them, Augustin immediately stood up. "Everyone, please have a seat. Today I've invited everyone here to discuss an important matter of Blackwater City."

"Are you talking about the issue of the robbers, Sir Castellan? We don't know where those robbers are coming from. They appear suddenly and attack our territory. We've already sent our knights to protect the territory. There won't be any large problem at the moment," Baron Parman said.

Baron Vingult who was beside him squinted his eyes and glanced sideways at Baron Parman. A cold killing intent flashed in his gaze. Back then, he had asked in name of Tirath for Baron Parman's daughter, Avril's hands. In the end, Baron Parman decided to let Avril to be engaged to Merlin. On top of that, he did that while most of the noble families in Blackwater City were in attendance. Baron Vingult hated Baron Parman and Old Wilson to their bones.

"Hehe. Baron Parman, the Castellan didn't gather everyone here to discuss the robber issue today." Vingult laughed coldly in high pitch.

Baron Parman's expression changed. Then, he looked at Castellan Augustin and asked in a low voice, "Sir Castellan, you didn't gather us here to talk about how we can deal with the robbers?"

Castellan Augustin seemed cold and detached. He shot a glance at Vingult, seemingly unsatisfied with Vingult's interruption. However, he still spoke slowly, "No, I didn't gather everyone here to discuss the robber issue."

After a pause, Augustin continued his talk but Baron Parman stood up suddenly. He said coldly, "Since it's not about the robbers, then I shall first take my leave. I still have some matters to attend to in the territory!"

Baron Parman's expression was grim and he turned around to leave.

However, when he reached the door, he was immediately blocked by a few knights from the City Defense Troop. Their swords gave off a chilly gleam.

Not only Baron Parman, even the other nobles' expression changed slightly. In terms of status, they were all barons and were equal to Augustin, only that Augustin was the castellan, so he had a larger influence in the city.

Now that he had stopped Baron Parman from leaving forcefully, this was already considered a serious challenge.

"Augustin, what do you mean by this?" Baron Parmen asked loudly in anger.

Augustin's expression was dark. At this time, Baron Vingult stood up and said coldly, "Sir Castellan, since it's inconvenient for you to say it, let me do the work. Actually, it's simple. Sir Castellan and I have already returned to the embrace of God and became members of the church. The church will follow the will of the God of Light and replace the Royal Family to become the Kingdom's master. Now, it's your turn to choose!"

Baron Vingult's words were overwhelming. Baron Parman and the others still could not believe it, so they turned their gazes to Castellan Augustin.

"Augustin, is Vingult speaking the truth? You've gone to the church?" Baron Parman questioned him in a strict tone.

Augustin's gaze toward Vingult showed a slight hint of regret but he was clear that he had to accomplish what Wizard Jason had mentioned if he wanted to strengthen his future social standing in Blackwater City.

Thinking of this, Augustin could only nod and said lightly, "The Church of Light will follow God's will and replace the Royal Family. This is already a fact. You may not have received the news yet, but most parts of the Kingdom are already under the control of the church. So, you should make your choice. Wizard Jason is now in Castellan's Mansion. He said that if you're willing to return to the embrace of God, then he won't mind your previous mistakes and will allow you to become a member of the church."

As Augustin finished his words, up to hundreds of City Defense Troop knights rushed in and flooded the hall and stared at Baron Parman and others with hostility.

Many nobles had fallen silent.

After a while, Baron Parman suddenly pulled out his sword and laughed sardonically. "Augustin, don't forget about the ones who have bestowed your baron title to Augustin family."

Augustin's expression darkened and said with a cold smile, "Baron Parman, the Augustin family's ancestors have fought for the baron title in battle. It wasn't bestowed by anyone."

Baron Vingult stared at Baron Parman darkly and said, "Baron Parman, are you still thinking Wilson will come to save your day? Hehe. I don't mind telling you now. The robbers who attack the towns around Blackwater City are disguised by the Guardian Swordsmen of the church. I'm afraid Wilson, whom you have placed hope on, will never come back again!"

"Wilson… Is he really dead?"

Baron Parman seemed a little sad. He was very close to Old Wilson and their relationship was like brothers. Knowing Wilson's grievous news, he could not help but felt a sense of melancholy.

"Everyone, it's time for you to make your choice!"

Augustin's expression darkened. Suddenly, the City Defense Troop knights around them appeared more murderous than before.

"Do we have a choice?" After a long while, a noble asked helplessly. He put down his sword willingly.

Augustin felt a tinge of happiness. Suddenly, when he was about to say something, the whole ground seemed to tremble lightly. He could faintly hear a series of shouts coming from outside of Castellan's Mansion.

"In the name of knight's glory, charge!"

"In the name of knight's glory, charge!"

…

The shouts became clearer in time and were filled with an austere atmosphere.

"It's Wilson. Wilson is here!"

Hearing the shouts, Baron Parman immediately became worked up. This slogan was too familiar to him. Every time this slogan was shouted, it indicated the arrival of Wilson and his heavy armored knights.

"Not good. It's Wilson's heavy armored knights!"

Augustin and Baron Vingult exchanged a glance, both expressing shock. They had heard directly from Wizard Jason that Wilson had died in his territory. However, it was obviously Wilson who had led his heavy armored knights to attack Castellan's Mansion right now.

Only the nobles of Blackwater City knew deeply how terrifying the heavy armored knights of Wilson was. Even up to thousands of City Defense Troop knights, they still could not defend against Wilson's heavy armored knights.

"Quick. Notify Wizard Jason!"

Augustin thought of Wizard Jason in the first hour and immediately prepared to walk to the back.

"Bang!"

The door in the hall was smashed to pieces by a strong force. A muscular man who wore black armor directly came crashing into the hall. His whole body was engulfed in flames. Drops of red blood were dripping from his sword. A violent aura filled his entire being.

The man was Old Wilson. He crashed into the hall and scanned the crowd. After seeing Augustin, Baron Vingult, Baron Parman and others, he flashed a smile on him.

"It seems I'm not too late…"

Old Wilson's voice was a little hoarse as he held his sword and strode forward.

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Chapter 48: Too Weak

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In Wilson Castle, Macy was watching the entrance of the basement as the door opened. Right at that instant, she used up all her strength to slash the sword at the figure standing outside the door.

The speed of the sword was fast but the figure was even quicker. He got hold of Macy's arm instantly.

"Macy, it's me!"

The familiar voice and figure stunned Macy for a while. Instead, it was fatty Gutt, with mixed emotions, said in an exaggerated way, "Merlin? Haha. I didn't think it was you. If you don't come any sooner, I'm afraid we can't get out of this mess… Right, where's Tirath?"

Gutt looked around but he did not see any of Tirath's men. He thought it was odd. He saw with his own eyes that Tirath had led hundreds of knights into the castle.

"Gutt, why are you here?" Merlin stared at Gutt with an odd expression.

The butler came forward and explained, "Young Master Merlin, it's all thanks to Young Master Gutt this time. If he didn't risk his life to alert us of the danger, we would already be dead by now."

Merlin stared at Gutt from top to bottom seriously this time and said earnestly, "Gutt, I'm thankful that you've alerted Macy."

At this time, alerting the people at Wilson Castle came with a great risk. Once he was found, he would be tied down with the whole Dougland family.

Fatty Gutt rubbed his hands and shook his head quickly. He said with an awkward smile, "Actually, it's not much. You're my friend. How can I not help you? However, in the end, I didn't get to do much as well…"

Until now, Gutt was still terrified. Not only he did not help much, he almost brought himself right into this mess.

Macy had also recovered from her shock and looked at Merlin from top to bottom. Only after she found that Merlin was not injured, she sighed in relief and asked in a soft voice, "Merlin, did you come back with Father? Where is he?"

Merlin told her the current situation, "Father has gone to Castellan's Mansion while Uncle Prat and I brought our men to the castle. We found that you're not among the bodies in the castle, so I guessed you must be in the basement."

At this point, footsteps could be heard coming from outside. General Prat came in hurriedly and said to Merlin, "Young Master Merlin, the enemy in the castle have been eliminated. Only a small number of knights have run away. It may not be safe here. We should go to the gate and wait for Sir Baron."

General Prat was stained with blood. His beautiful, silvery-white armor was now painted with blood. His whole being smelled of a stinking blood stench that induced fear in others.

"Hmm… Merlin, has Tirath run away?" Gutt asked in doubt.

"Hehe. How can Tirath run away? He is caught by Young Master Merlin and I ended his life with my own hands just now!" Prat showed a cruel smile. It could be seen that he must have used a cruel method to torture Tirath in all ways before letting him die.

"Merlin caught him?" Gutt stared at Merlin with an odd expression. He only realized that Merlin seemed different than before. His eyes revealed a sort of confidence all the time.

"Let's leave first. Go to the gate and meet Father!" Merlin did not want to explain much on this question, so he brought them out of Wilson Castle.

However, just when he reached the hall, Macy, Gutt, and others saw the bodies on the floor. The thick blood stench had even caused Macy to go pale. The fatty could still take it but when he saw Tirath's body, he could not endure it anymore. He threw up in terror.

Tirath's body laid on the ground with a contorted expression. Anyone could see that he had gone through horrible torture when he was still alive.

Merlin took a glance at Prat, while the latter simply sneered. Prat did not think there was anything wrong with this. When he was with Old Wilson at the "Slaughterhouse", he had watched scenes which were hundred times crueler than this.

Merlin and the rest did not waste any time and left the castle. Many knights were waiting outside for them. Merlin scanned the crowd and realized that he only had around sixty knights with him. During his fight with Tirath, albeit Merlin's spells were at their advantage, he had still lost nearly forty knights.

Upon thinking about this, Merlin could not help but worry about Old Wilson. The security at Castellan's Mansion would be way tighter than this. Up to thousands of City Defense Troop knights were all stationed around Castellan's Mansion. Even if Old Wilson's heavy armored knights were incredible, they would still sustain a lot of damage.

"Quickly, to the city gate."

Merlin immediately brought the remaining knights to the city gate.

After sending Macy, Big-breasted Madam, and the butler into the carriage, Merlin turned around and said to Prat, "Uncle Prat, you stay here and protect Macy and Madam. I'm a little worried about Father's situation, so I want to go to Castellan's Mansion immediately."

Prat thought about it for a while. When he recalled Merlin's identity as a Spell Caster, he thought Merlin's safety should be guaranteed so, he nodded. "Young Master Merlin, please be at ease. I'll definitely protect Young Lady and Madam!"

Merlin did not know how to ride a horse, so he asked a knight to bring him to Castellan's Mansion. When he was about to leave, Macy popped her head out of the carriage and said hurriedly to him, "Merlin, what use do you have by going there? Father is protected by the heavy armored knights. He must be fine. You'll only cause trouble for Father if you go."

"Cause trouble?" Merlin looked strangely at Macy, only realizing that Macy and the others did not know of his identity as a Spell Caster. Thus, his mouth quirked into a smile as he pointed to the city gate nonchalantly.

"Boom!"

A fireball crashed onto the city gate. A hole was burnt through the gate which was already crumbling in the first place.

Then, ignoring Macy's shock, Merlin let his knight bring him to Castellan's Mansion.

"This…"

Macy and Gutt stared at the huge hole on the thick-walled gate, wide-mouthed. They could not utter a word for a long while.

In Castellan's Mansion, Old Wilson strode toward Augustin step by step. The aura around his whole being pressed onto everyone like a heavy rock.

"Imposing Aura… Are you coming close to become a Third-level Elemental Swordsman?" Augustin asked with a bitter smile after he felt Old Wilson's shapeless imposing air.

Only Third-level Elemental Swordsman and above could possibly understand "Aura" and use the Element's "Aura" to suppress his enemy.

"Wilson! What's going to happen even if you return today? The church will replace the Royal Family. It's what the current situation is heading to. Returning here today only will give your life away! Augustin, you don't have to be courteous. We're both Second-level Elemental Swordsmen. Why should we be afraid of him?"

Baron Vingult quickly unsheathed his sword and his whole body emitted an earthy yellow light. This was the light of Earth Element. He was a Second-level Earth Swordsman.

Earth Swordsman specialized in defense. It would take a large amount of effort for a Third-level Elemental Swordsman to defeat a Second-level Earth Swordsman.

Thus, Baron Vingult was not afraid of Old Wilson. He held his sword with both hands and blocked right in front of Old Wilson.

Old Wilson was covered in flames. After seeing Baron Vingult, a hint of mock flashed across his eyes.

"Flame Cleave!" Old Wilson moved. An undecorated sword slashed right at Baron Vingult straight from top to down as Baron Vingult prepared himself. The earthy yellow on him was already at its thickest.

"Bang!"

Vingult stared at Old Wilson in disbelief. In just one swing, Old Wilson had blasted him off. He fell on the ground.

He had no chance to strike back at all! Baron Vingult and Old Wilson had fought for numerous years. It was his first time feeling so hopeless like now.

"You're too weak… Vingult, you're not worthy of becoming my opponent!"

Old Wilson simply spared a glance at Baron Vingult who was on the floor now. Then, without minding him, Old Wilson turned his gaze to the castellan.

Augustin was his opponent!

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Chapter 49: Battle of Spell Casters I

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Old Wilson placed his gaze on Augustin.

Augustin also raised his head as he sensed Old Wilson's violent aura. He took a glance at Baron Vingult indifferently, then showed a dejected expression. He said in a low voice, "Wilson, I'm not your opponent."

Augustin was very clear that Old Wilson could injure Vingult who specialized in defense badly with one hit. Augustin could not do it because he was far behind Old Wilson.

Right at this time, sounds of footsteps could be heard from the outside. Some knights rushed in rapidly. They were the knights brought by Old Wilson. Other heavy armored knights were still fighting with the knights from City Defense Troop.

A knight approached Old Wilson's side quickly and said, "Sir Baron, more and more knights from City Defense Troop have gathered outside. We should leave as soon as possible."

Old Wilson understood well that Castellan's Mansion was not a place to stay long, but before that, he would not let Augustin go easily.

"Augustin, you collude with the church, trying to put me to death! Now, I'm giving you a chance. Pick up your sword and fight with me in a proper match. Defeat me, then I'll spare your life!" Old Wilson said.

Augustin and he had always been said as the strongest people in Blackwater City but they had never fought in a match before. However, Old Wilson had absolute confidence in himself.

Augustin took a glance at Old Wilson and said coldly, "Wilson, if you don't leave now, you may never leave again!"

"Haha. Augustin, who can stop me? You? Or your City Defense Troop?" Old Wilson's aura gradually increased and indistinctly suppressed Augustin. His sword also shown a sharp flame.

"Pick up your sword, Augustin!"

Standing in front of Augustin, Old Wilson's muscular body was just like a large piece of shadow hovering over Augustin. Old Wilson did not hesitate at all. He swung his sword and slashed at his opponent.

Furious flame rubbed against the air, causing a sizzling sound. The move was horrendous.

Augustin seemed a little pale. He had to move so he quickly picked up his sword and raging flame burst out of his sword. Just like Old Wilson, he was a Fire Swordsman.

"Bang!"

Both who was named the strongest in Blackwater City back then had now engaged in a battle. The ferocious flames intertwined and dispersed directly.

Meanwhile, Augustin took a few steps back. His sword was, in fact, covered with cracks and could not stand any hit anymore.

Old Wilson remained unmoved. The outcome had been decided!

"Augustin, you're also too weak… Back in those years, you're filled with boundless enthusiasm. In these years, you've put aside your cultivation for the position of castellan. You've disappointed me!" Old Wilson shook his head and was greatly disappointed.

In those times, Augustin and he were named the strongest people in Blackwater City, both equal in power. However, ten years had gone by. Augustin was no way stronger than Old Wilson.

"Die!"

Old Wilson had no plan to let Augustin go. He raised his sword up high and the flame on the sword burnt even more ferociously, emitting scorching heat. The knights around him all felt the heat.

Augustin could not block this hit no matter how!

The sword slashed toward Augustin quickly and the aura suppressed him. This castellan who used to be in high spirits did not even have the courage to raise his sword now. He simply closed his eyes in silence, waiting for the moment of death to arrive!

"Bang!"

A dull noise was heard. Old Wilson's expression changed slightly. His sword had not killed Augustin. Instead, a bright, white light had blocked in front of Augustin.

It was this light that had caused Old Wilson to take a few steps back. The heavy, black armor he wore also let out a creaking noise. Apparently, the impact of the force was too great.

"Who is it?"

Old Wilson looked in front in an alert. Behind Augustin, a middle-aged man had appeared since some time ago. He wore a white robe that had silver crossed swords sewn on it.

"Wizard Jason!" Augustin saw the white-robed man and was elated. He had almost forgotten that Wizard Jason from the church was around.

Augustin did not know Wizard Jason well. He only knew slightly that Wizard Jason was a person who had a special power and could easily defeat an Elemental Swordsman.

Even the evil heretic that appeared in Blackwater City back then could not win against Wizard Jason.

Thus, as soon as Wizard Jason had arrived, Augustin was extremely excited as if he had caught hold of a life-saving straw.

"A Wizard from the Inquisitor?" Old Wilson's tone sounded serious.

He saw the silvery crossed swords on Wizard Jason's white robe. He was rather familiar with this logo. When he was in the "Slaughterhouse", he saw many people in the same sort of clothes. They were all Wizards from the most mysterious Inquisitor in Church of Light.

The Wizards of the church were the ones who could fight the strong Spell Casters from the Kingdom of Blackmoon! The white light earlier should be the spell cast by Wizard Jason.

"Baron Wilson, you're the one who has survived the 'Slaughterhouse'. You should be aware of how strong we, the church, are. Put down your weapon. If you have a sincere heart and believe in the God of Light willingly, then you're still a God's child!" Wizard Jason's expression was calm. His whole being was filled with a friendly aura, causing others to feel that he was extremely kind and sincere.

"God will not instigate you to commit these foolish acts!"

Old Wilson raised his sword again and his aura became even stronger. The raging flames appeared as if they were about to blast through the critical point. Old Wilson had already reached the peak of Second-level Fire Swordsman and could possibly go into Third-level any time.

Wizard Jason shook his head slightly. With his indifferent tone, he said calmly, "Wilson, your soul has fallen. If you oppose God, your soul may never be at rest!"

After saying that, Wizard Jason reached out his pale hands and thick, white light was emitted from his body. He chanted softly.

"Swoosh."

Bundles of light crashed toward Old Wilson at an incredible speed. Old Wilson was not able to attend to everything at all. Moreover, these white bundles had a strong impact. Every time they hit Old Wilson's black armor, the armor with great defensive ability would let out creaking noises.

This indicated that even the strong armor could not stand Wizard Jason's spell attack and would break anytime. Once the armor crumbled, Old Wilson had no way of blocking Wizard Jason's strong spell no matter how excellent his physical attribute was.

Only in an instant, Old Wilson who had an advantage earlier was in a dangerous situation now. After Wizard Jason had appeared, the situation had quickly gone dire.

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Chapter 50: Battle of Spell Casters II

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It was very quiet in the street near Castellan's Mansion in Blackwater City. Usually, this place would be very crowded.

However, sometimes some people would stick their heads out of their house and look at the direction of Castellan's Mansion. They were observing the situation. The yelling sounds that came from Castellan's Mansion and the bloody stench spread in the air had halted them from going out.

Suddenly, a horse dashed past them. Looking at its direction, it was heading toward Castellan's Mansion.

On the horse were Merlin and the young knight, Yaguez.

"Yaguez, are you afraid?" Merlin suddenly asked the young knight.

Yaguez's face was bright red from the cold but his gaze faintly highlighted his determination. He shook his head. "Young Master Merlin, to be honest, in the territory, I was scared when I faced so many robbers. However, after looking at Sir Baron and his heavy armored knights, I suddenly became fearless. With Sir Baron and the invincible heavy armored knights around, we'll always win!"

Merlin smiled. This young knight had been deeply "captured" by the heavy armored knights. He now only wished to join them and become one of them.

"You'll become one of the heavy armored knights and even a great knight in the future!"

Merlin could see the courage, determination, and persistence from this young knight's eyes. If he lived this time, he would become someone great.

The young knight rode very quickly. They could already see Castellan's Mansion from far away.

"Young Master Merlin, it seems like Sir Baron has already moved. The City Defense Troop cannot defend against the heavy armored knights!" The young knight saw the bodies lying around by the roadside. They were all the knights from City Defense Troop and rarely would they see the bodies of heavy armored knights led by Old Wilson.

Merlin had to exclaim in his heart. Old Wilson had proven himself to be a strong soldier who survived the "Slaughterhouse". The heavy armored knights he trained, albeit only two hundred of them, had won numerous times under Old Wilson's command. No matter if they were dealing with the Guardian Swordsmen of the church who were disguised as robbers in the territory or attacking the City Defense Troop at Castellan's Mansion, the heavy armored knights had always gotten the better of the situation.

"Follow the direction of these bodies," Merlin said in a low voice. He knew that these bodies must be killed by the heavy armored knights. Following the direction of these bodies would surely get him to Old Wilson.

Merlin and the young knight kept dashing toward Castellan's Mansion. Gradually, the bodies on the ground increased. They could faintly hear the killing sound.

"Young Master Merlin, look at that. It's the heavy armored knights but they seem to be trapped!" Yaguez yelled loudly and Merlin also raised his head. He saw many knights from City Defense Troop gathered in front of the castle. They formed a large circle and had encircled the heavy armored knights led by Old Wilson.

"Get in there. Father must be in there!"

Looking at this situation, Merlin became worried about Old Wilson's situation.

The young knight did not care about anything else. He simply controlled his horse and ran toward the encirclement.

In the hall, Old Wilson was in imminent danger. The white light in Wizard Jason's hands appeared one after another. Like Zero-level spells, Wizard Jason could cast this spell continuously for many times without wasting a lot of Magic Power.

However, even if it was a Zero-level spell, it was not something Old Wilson could defend against.

"Ka-chak."

Finally, after receiving the attack for more than ten times, Old Wilson's armor finally could no longer withstand the attack. Cracks began to appear on the armor. Just like spider webs, the cracks spread out in an instant. Finally, the whole armor crumbled to the ground into pieces.

Old Wilson was pale as he took a few steps back. He glared in an alert at Wizard Jason.

After seeing that Old Wilson's armor had crumbled, Wizard Jason showed a smile on his face. He said in a low voice, "It's the end!"

"Swoosh."

Three bundles of white light were shot directly at Old Wilson at an incredible speed. Without the protection of the armor, if any light was to hit Old Wilson, the strong impact would be enough to kill him.

"Come!" Old Wilson seemed slightly ferocious. With a yell, the clothes he had on him all seemed to burst open due to the flexing of his muscle, showing his extremely strong body.

Old Wilson was near two meters in height. Now that his muscle was flexed, his whole being had become taller than two meters. Also, he was surrounded by a sort of raging air, expressed strongly in the flames of his sword which burnt furiously. The air even became distorted due to the intense burning.

Old Wilson was fighting with his life now, displaying his strongest force! His horrifying physical attributes and his elemental force that had almost broken through to Third-level were comparable to Angus, the Elemental Swordsman who was near to Fourth-level in the territory.

However, Old Wilson did not hold any hope when he faced Wizard Jason's fierce spell attack.

"Explode!"

Suddenly, a fist-like fireball flew into the hall, leaving smoke in the air. Following an indifferent voice outside of the door, the fireball exploded.

The scorching fireball spread throughout the hall and the terrifying explosion had directly destroyed Wizard Jason's spell. The three bundles of white light were immediately engulfed in the fire.

The sudden change had caused everyone to be in shock and at a loss. However, Old Wilson seemed to have guessed what was happening and he immediately stepped backward, his eyes staring outside of the hall.

As expected, a familiar figure slowly appeared in the hall.

"Merlin!" Old Wilson took a deep breath and yelled with mixed emotion. His tone was full of happiness after surviving a disaster. If Merlin was late by a little, he was afraid he had already been killed.

"Hmm?" Wizard Jason squinted his eyes. When he had a clear look at Merlin's face, he could not maintain his calm expression anymore. He almost yelled in surprise, "It's you?"

Wizard Jason had obviously recognized Merlin. After Wizard Jason had killed old man Etha, he had checked Merlin with his own spell, but he did not find anything odd.

However, the Fireball that Merlin cast had clearly indicated his identity as a Spell Caster. This had caused Wizard Jason, the one who had checked Merlin himself, to take on a ghastly expression.

"Wizard Jason, we've met again!" Merlin was a little surprised as well. He did not think he would meet Wizard Jason once again.

During Wizard Jason's battle with old man Etha, he had realized the strength of a Spell Caster, so he had a deep impression about Wizard Jason.

Now, Merlin had become a Spell Caster himself who was even stronger than old man Etha. Merlin was not the same as before when he met Wizard Jason again. His stare toward Wizard Jason had also revealed his great confidence.

The Spell Casters simply stared at each other in silence. The atmosphere was tense as the battle would be triggered at any moment!

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Chapter 51: Battle of Spell Casters III

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"Kill him."

Without saying anything further, both moved.

"Swoosh."

Wizard Jason's white robe moved without the presence of wind. Bundles of holy light were shot from his hands as if they were raindrops and five pillars of light flew out in the blink of an eye.

These five pillars of light were the Zero-level spell Holy Light Bolt released by Wizard Jason. Every Holy Light Bolt had immense strength. Even Old Wilson's specially tailored armor could not defend against Holy Light Bolt's multiple attacks.

Merlin also refused to admit being inferior. His Mind Power suddenly stimulated the Fireball's Spell Model in his Awareness. Suddenly, five fist-like fireballs floated beside him.

"Go!"

Merlin's fingers simply pointed and the fireballs directly clashed into Wizard Jason's Holy Light Bolt. In red and white, both Zero-level spells began to clash.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The clashing sounds resembled the rumbling of thunder, causing everyone in the hall to temporarily lose their hearing.

The terrifying thing was the flame and holy light that dispersed in all direction after the clash of spells. They had destroyed everything they met directly, almost as if they could do it easily.

In a short while, the whole hall was in a mess. Wooden debris was scattered all around the floor, and even the bluestone bricks had turned charred black.

"Go. We can't stay here any longer!" Old Wilson said in a deep voice and waved his hands and brought his knights out from the hall quickly.

Augustin, Vingult, and others were the same. They had quickly gone out of the hall. If they were slightly touched by the remaining force of the spells, they would have to pay a heavy price.

In the blink of an eye, the whole hall had been vacated. Only Merlin and Wizard Jason were still facing each other.

"Your spell is even stronger than the evil heretic!"

Wizard Jason had an aghast expression. Merlin and he had only tested each other earlier. Through the clash earlier, Wizard Jason found that Merlin's Magic Power was greatly powerful. It was even about the same as old man Etha back then, so he was extremely shocked by this fact.

"Wizard Jason, where's your First-level spell? If you don't cast your First-level spell now, I'm afraid you don't have the chance to do so anymore!" Merlin appeared calm. He knew Wizard Jason was a true First-level spell Caster! Old man Etha had died from Wizard Jason's First-level spell back then.

Thus, Merlin was very cautious against Wizard Jason's First-level spell.

"First-level spell? heretic, even a Zero-level spell is enough to deal with you!"

Wizard Jason shot him a haughty look. A thicker white light began to emit from his body. This was a sight that Light Element was rapidly gathering in him.

Merlin's expression changed. As a First-level spell Caster, Wizard Jason was obviously stronger than Merlin in terms of recovery speed of Magic Power and Mind Power. If it was a duel that would exhaust Magic Power like this, Merlin would be at a disadvantage.

Therefore, Merlin naturally wanted to finish the battle as quickly as possible.

"Frost!" Merlin suddenly cast Frost, the second spell he had grasped recently!

"Ka-chak, ka-chak."

Almost as soon as Merlin's voice dropped, a chilly wind directly engulfed Wizard Jason. Ice crystals instantaneously appeared on Wizard Jason's body, completely freezing his lower half body.

This sort of Binding-type spell, albeit not strong in power, had a strong binding ability. Merlin even cast Frost three times to secure the bind on Wizard Jason.

Three Frosts were already the limit Merlin had of casting normal Frost. Of course, after three Frosts, Merlin still had a chance of casting a Large Frost.

However, in the current situation, three Frosts were enough to bind Wizard Spell. He did not need to waste his precious Large Frost.

After binding Wizard Jason, Merlin pointed at Wizard Jason with both hands and performed his strongest spell.

"Large Fireball!"

"Voom!"

A gigantic fireball appeared out of nowhere, emitting scorching heat as if distorting the air.

Merlin had almost cast Frost and Large Fireball at once, so Wizard Jason had changed his expression as soon as he realized he was bound.

"Explode!"

Merlin showed a slight smile. Wizard Jason did not even have the chance to cast his First-level spell. The body of a Spell Caster was usually weaker, only slightly stronger than Normies.

Facing the Large Fireball which was way stronger than the normal Zero-level spell, Wizard Jason had no way of blocking it.

"Boom!"

The gigantic fireball exploded. Terrifying flame engulfed Wizard Jason's body. The whole hall was filled with ferocious flame. The inside of the gigantic fireball released by the Large Fireball was not stable to begin with, so its impact could cover about ten meters in radius once exploded.

Even Merlin had to retreat from the hall hurriedly. A scorching fiery air came straight at him and almost pushed him out of the hall.

"Ka-chak."

Cracks that resembled spider webs began to appear on the sturdy white walls in the hall. They were formed from the direct impact of the explosion of Merlin's Large Fireball.

Everyone was gawking at the hall with a wide mouth. That furiously burning flame was like the flame of a death god. Everyone felt a chill down their spine looking at it.

"Too strong… Evil heretic? Having similar strength with the church's Wizard. He's simply too strong!"

Castellan Augustin sneaked a glance at Merlin. The strength Merlin and Wizard Jason showed had gone far beyond his understanding. With such terrifying strength, even thousands of knights could not stop Merlin alone.

The flame in the hall slowly disappeared. Merlin who had just heaved a sigh of relief had changed his expression suddenly.

Others might not be able to see the situation in the hall but Merlin's Mind Power could see it clearly. He could faintly sense that the Light Element was still gathering rapidly in the hall.

"Hu…"

A gust of chilly wind blew from outside the castle, blowing away the dust in the hall. A figure stood before everyone's sight once again.

"Not dead?"

The dust had already dissipated in the hall, so everyone could clearly see Wizard Jason. The ice crystals on him were already gone since long ago. The crazy explosion just now seemed to have no effect on Wizard Jason at all. Even his white robe did not have a speck of dust on it.

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Chapter 52: Battle of Spell Casters IV

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Wizard Jason did not die. Instead, he strode out of the hall step by step, glaring deadly at Merlin with a dark expression.

Merlin was also observing Wizard Jason. He noticed that a translucent light shield had surrounded Wizard Jason's body. It kept absorbing Light Element from the outside.

"Spell Scroll? On top of that, it far exceeds First-level spell!" Merlin murmured in a low voice. He could sense that translucent light shield on Wizard Jason was also a spell. Moreover, it was a high-level spell. It was not something Wizard Jason could cast.

The only explanation for this was that Wizard Jason had a Spell Scroll on him. When Merlin had surprised him by casting Frost and Large Fireball, Wizard Jason felt that he was threatened, thus he took out the scroll and initiated the spell in the scroll.

After Wizard Jason strode out of the hall, he seemed to have heard Merlin's murmur. He showed a hint of a smile as he said, "That's right. I have a Spell Scroll with me. The spell in the scroll is a purely Defensive-type Second-level spell, Holy Light Ring. Lowly heretic, your plan did not work on me. Now it's your turn. Receive your judgment!"

Merlin squinted his eyes. A thick white light appeared from Wizard Jason's body. The raging Light Element was gathering, causing a sense of danger in Merlin's heart.

He knew Wizard Jason was about to cast his First-level spell!

"Holy Light Adjudication!" as expected, Wizard Jason shouted while holding his palms together, as if he was praying.

As soon as his voice dropped, pillars of white light quickly formed and blotted out the sky. Glimmering white light seemed to have covered up the sun in the sky.

This was the First-level spell that had crushed all of old man Etha's hope!

The spell had not formed itself completely. Merlin had already felt a large pressure on him. There was no wind before but along with the release of the spell "Holy Light Adjudication", gusts of wind came straight at him, almost causing Merlin unable to open his eyes.

"First-level spell? Come at me!" Merlin yelled. His Mind Power stimulated the Spell Model in his Awareness in a frenzy.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh."

Balls of fire kept flying out of Merlin's hands, trying to stop the large piece of white light but to no avail. Numerous fireballs were drowned by the white light, vanished forever.

In Merlin's mind, he thought of the scene where old man Etha had cast Fireball to burn himself into ashes.

Maybe that showed how hopeless old man Etha was when he faced "Holy Light Adjudication"!

"Large Fireball!" Merlin yelled and cast Fireball in a frenzy. When the grey frame had turned red, he cast Large Fireball without hesitation.

The gigantic fireball appeared once more, but this time, Merlin was using Large Fireball to block Wizard Jason's First-level spell!

"Boom!"

The gigantic fireball exploded again and the violent impact had caused "Holy Light Adjudication" to halt a little.

Merlin's Fireball could be cast to nearly twenty times continuously. In such a life-and-death situation, he could not mind other things anymore. He simply cast Fireball without stopping. Regardless of normal Fireball or Large Fireball, he shot them at Wizard Jason crazily.

Outside of the castle, many nobles and knights were staring at the large piece of white screen in the sky and Merlin's raindrops-like Fireball. They all seemed slightly pale. No matter if it was Wizard Jason's spell or Merlin's spell, it was not something any of them could defend against.

Those were two forces with chasm-like differences. They had shaken everyone's heart!

"Merlin, hang on!" Old Wilson held his palm together. His muscular chest was heaving up and down, showing how nervous he was on the inside.

'Young Master Merlin, please hang on!' Young Yaguez was also rooting for Merlin in his heart.

Everyone knew that the battle of two strong Spell Casters had entered its most crucial stage!

"Boom!"

Finally, white light was ferociously blasted upon Merlin's body like heavy hammers. The endless flames burning in the air were blocking the impact of holy light on Merlin.

Merlin felt an overwhelming brute force was pressed on his chest, then an unbearable pain exploded in his chest.

"Ka-chak."

His bone was broken. Merlin finally could not hold on any longer. His body was blasted backward and fell to the ground.

"Hehe. I've blocked it still. What about First-level spell, huh?"

Merlin who fell to the ground supported himself with one hand and stood up in difficulty. Some of his ribs were broken by the great force, causing him a burning pain.

However, Merlin did not die. He had blocked Wizard Jason's First-level spell. Even old man Etha had not achieved this.

Wizard Jason squinted his eyes. After seeing Merlin had stood up in shivers, his expression was calm and indifferent when he said, "Cunning heretic, you're very lucky. You didn't die but you won't be so lucky next time!"

Wizard Jason planned to cast "Holy Light Adjudication" once again.

Merlin pressed the area where his ribs had broken lightly with his hands. This could lighten his pain slightly. The reason he did not die was that, other than the Large Fireball had blocked a part of the impact of "Holy Light Adjudication", Merlin had a physical attribute that was comparable to a First-level Elemental Swordsman.

Strong physical attributes had allowed Merlin to bear a part of the shock given off by "Holy Light Adjudication".

"Hehe. Wizard Jason, you have no more chance. Everything is over!"

Merlin looked at Wizard Jason who was about to cast a spell. His gaze faintly revealed a sign of madness.

"Large Frost!" Merlin shouted. Almost exhausting the last Magic Power in the Frost's Spell Model, he had cast a Large Frost.

"Ka-chak, ka-chak."

The effect of Large Frost was far greater than a normal Frost. Its binding ability was also remarkable. Even if Wizard Jason was prepared for that, he was still bound and would not be able to get out of it in a short amount of time.

However, Wizard Jason did not panic at all. He looked at the translucent light shield beside him. Since he was very confident with Second-level spell, Holy Light Ring, he simply sneered. "Hmph. Lowly heretic, stop the useless struggle. 'Holy Light Ring' is not something you can defeat."

"Is it? 'Holy Light Ring' is the Second-level spell?"

Merlin's mouth suddenly quirked into a strange smile. In front of his chest, an ancient-looking pendant had appeared since some time ago.

"Let's see if it can block ten Large Fireballs."

After he said that, Merlin's Mind Power immediately initiated Bell Pendant. In an instant, ten gigantic fireballs that emitted terrifying, scorching heat flew toward Wizard Jason.

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Chapter 53: Departure I

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Ten gigantic fireballs flew toward Wizard Jason in the blink of an eye. Even with the protection of "Holy Light Ring", Wizard Jason's expression changed greatly.

Merlin was a little pale. His Mind Power was greatly exhausted. For a feat like that, he had already exhausted half of his Mind Power. With his current Mind Power, controlling ten gigantic fireballs was nonetheless putting too much on his plate.

However, these gigantic fireballs did not need Merlin's control much. After the fireballs had flown behind Wizard Jason, he only needed to detonate the unstable fireballs directly with his Mind Power.

"V-room."

The fireballs exploded and endless flames drowned Wizard Jason's body instantly. The flicking flame hissed around, sweeping small rocks and dust from the ground and formed a mushroom-shaped flame in the air.

The knights and nobles took a few steps back. They stared in horror at the raging, terrifying flame.

Even for Merlin, it was his first-time casting ten Large Fireballs, so he could not predict how terrifying its effect would be.

However, Merlin would not let down his guard, so he stared in an alert at the center of the explosion.

"Hu…"

A gust of wind blew away all the dust. Merlin was pale, one of his hands pressed lightly on his injured stomach. His chest was heaving rapidly. It was easy to see how seriously exhausted his Mind Power was after casting ten Large Fireballs from Bell Pendant at once. If he did not have an excellent physical attribute, he could not have held on any longer and fell on the ground by now.

At the center of the explosion earlier, Wizard Jason's figure appeared. However, the "Holy Light Ring" which surrounded Wizard Jason had completely disappeared. His white robe had been turned into ashes.

Meanwhile, Wizard Jason had been charred. He fell on the ground and his face was beyond recognition.

"Finally dead…" Merlin smiled. Just when he felt relieved, he could not hang on any longer and lost consciousness.

Augustin's eyes were bright red. His whole being was giving out a scary aura. He seemed just like a beast that had human flesh. Thus, even though this was the perfect timing to kill Merlin, Augustin and the injured Baron Vingult did not dare to make any rash move.

"Merlin!"

Old Wilson approached Merlin and lightly held him up. Merlin had not lost his consciousness completely at this moment. It was just that the damage on his Mind Power was too great, so he temporarily passed out.

"Father, don't worry. Uncle Prat is waiting at the city gate. We should leave Blackwater City quickly," Merlin said between large mouthfuls of breaths. He was not sure if the church had only sent Jason. If there were other Wizards, Merlin could not cast the spell in his current situation even if Bell Pendant still had eight Large Fireballs left.

Therefore, they must depart from Blackwater City immediately.

Old Wilson nodded and helped Merlin up. Then, his gaze lightly scanned Castellan Augustin and Vingult. Besides them, many City Defense Troop knights had gathered. Even if Old Wilson had his strong heavy armored knights, it was still impossible to kill them in a short amount of time.

If they stayed any longer in Blackwater City, they would be in more danger!

"Let's go!" Old Wilson ordered. Many heavy armored knights quickly dashed out of Castellan's Mansion. Augustin and Vingult did not stop them this time.

Along with Old Wilson, some nobles also left the place quickly. There were still some nobles who decided to stay after thinking for a long time.

After all, they could not give up their family's business in Blackwater City, so they were prepared to surrender to the church.

"Augustin, you're just letting Wilson go like that?" injured Baron Vingult questioned Augustin loudly while standing up in difficulty.

"Swish."

Augustin stared at Vingult sharply with a cold aura surrounding him.

"Baron Vingult, you're too ambitious… Wilson should have killed you just now! However, I can help Wilson one more time…"

Augustin let out a sneer then he raised his sword.

"What are you doing?"

Vingult's expression changed and took a few steps backward in a struggle.

"Die!"

Scorching flames burst out from Augustin's sword and slashed toward Vingult. Since Baron Vingult was heavily injured, he could not make any effective block at all.

"Tsk."

The ferocious flame gulped Baron Vingult's body.

When the sword was pulled out, it was still tainted with red blood. Augustin shot his gaze at the other nobles. With his eyes squinted, he said calmly, "You saw it just now. Baron Vingult and Wizard Jason are killed by the Wilson father and son!"

The nobles all exchanged glances and nodded all at once.

At the city gate, Merlin was placed lightly into the carriage by Old Wilson. Old Wilson's gaze was very gentle. Only when he was treating Merlin, Old Wilson would have such gentle gaze.

In the carriage were also Macy and Big-breasted Madam.

Macy and the others immediately panicked when they saw Merlin's weak situation.

Old Wilson also asked in a heavy tone, "Merlin, how are you doing?"

Merlin struggled to sit up and leaned against the carriage. He shook his head slightly. "Father, I'm fine. We must leave Blackwater City as soon as possible. We can't waste any minute!" Merlin reminded Old Wilson again that it was dangerous to stay in Blackwater City. They must leave now.

Old Wilson nodded, then he said to Big-breasted Madam and Macy, "Merlin is injured. You take care of him."

After that, he jumped off the carriage and began to gather his knights. He was preparing to leave Blackwater City.

"Merlin, you're leaving Blackwater City?" Fatty Gutt's voice rang outside the carriage.

Merlin quickly called Macy to pull the curtain open. After seeing Gutt, Merlin nodded, "Gutt, we must leave Blackwater City. The Kingdom of Light no longer exists now. You can come with me and leave Blackwater City, maybe even leave the Kingdom of Light!"

Merlin truly wanted to help Gutt. If Gutt was willing to do so, he would bring Gutt together.

Hearing Merlin's words, Gutt shook his head slightly, "I don't have to leave. No matter who's the one in control of the kingdom, they won't be able to survive without businessman. So, I'll be fine."

Gutt clearly knew that with his status, he should not be in any danger in Blackwater City.

Both did not say anything further. The air fell into silence.

Old Wilson had gathered the knights. He had lost thirty heavy armored knights, so he was left with one hundred and seventy of them. He also had lost more normal knights. There were only five hundred knights under Old Wilson's command now.

Along with Old Wilson's order, the unit began to depart from Blackwater City.

Merlin kept looking out of the carriage. Gutt's figure became smaller gradually until it was completely out of Merlin's sight.

"Merlin, will we be able to return to this place?" Macy suddenly asked after a long silence.

"Yes, we'll definitely return to this place!" Merlin took a deep breath. As he stared at the faraway Blackwater City, his tone was full of determination.

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Chapter 54: Departure II

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In his territory, Old Wilson had arranged many knights to stay on guard outside the castle.

It was already midnight and it was pitch black all around. Only the castle was still brightly lit. Old Wilson had changed into another silvery armor and was carefully wiping his sword. He did not raise his head when he listened to his territory knight's report in the hall.

During the time Old Wilson was gone, there was no robber attack in the territory. It seemed the robbers they defeated last time had collapsed and were no longer a threat to the territory.

Merlin leaned against the chair. Some colors had returned to his face and it was not as pale as before as he meditated and recovered his Mind Power during his journey in the carriage.

"It seems the ribs are not broken. They are probably only dislocated." Merlin's left hand was pressing lightly on the ribs area.

This was the injury he sustained when he battled with Wizard Jason. He originally thought his ribs were broken. Without a few months' rest, his injuries would not recover. However, when Merlin checked his injuries carefully earlier, he found that his ribs were only dislocated and were not broken and this was easier to solve.

"Uncle Prat, my ribs are dislocated. Please help me to correct it!" Prat was stunned and immediately came forward to help Merlin to correct his ribs. However, Old Wilson stood up and rushed to Merlin's side. He said in a low voice, "Let me do it. Merlin, which part is dislocated?"

Merlin pointed to the area in which the pain was felt most. Old Wilson nodded and pressed both of his hands there.

"Ka-chak."

A crisp sound could be heard clearly. Merlin broke out in cold sweat and endured the intense pain silently. After that, Old Wilson moved his palms. Merlin's injured part seemed much better except for a little redness.

"Hu.." Merlin heaved a long sigh. He stood up slowly and stretched a little. Even though he was still in pain, a slight exercise would not be a hindrance to him.

At this crucial stage, it was good news for everyone that Merlin could still move.

"Merlin, are you alright? Old Wilson appeared extremely concerned.

"Yes. I still have some minor injuries, but it doesn't matter. Father, we should discuss where should we go now?" Merlin pointed out the most serious issue about their next course of action.

Grand City must have been controlled by the church already. Although Blackwater City might be slightly better, Wizard Jason was killed by Merlin. The church's force had faced a great loss, but Merlin and Old Wilson did not dare to stay in Blackwater City. If the church at Grand City had realized the situation, then Old Wilson and Merlin's situation would become greatly dangerous.

Thus, the first thing they must confirm was the current situation of the whole Kingdom of Light.

However, both Old Wilson and Merlin did not receive any news, so they could not analyze their current predicament at all.

The atmosphere was tense as if a huge rock was placed in everyone's heart.

Right at this time, Macy suddenly spoke, "Gutt once said that the church has controlled most parts of the Kingdom of Light."

Merlin nodded silently. His guess was, in fact, the same. The church had prepared for such a long time. They had to in an advantageous position now. If the Royal Family of Light could not stop the church, then the whole Kingdom of Light would fall into chaos.

After a long time, Old Wilson's voice became hoarse as he said, "It seems the Royal Family cannot stop the church. There's no place in the whole Kingdom of Light for us to live in! Merlin, what's your plan?" Old Wilson asked and turned his gaze toward Merlin.

Old Wilson's attitude directly indicated Merlin's status in the Wilson family.

Merlin thought for a while and raised his head. He met Old Wilson's gaze and answered, "The church has tremendous strength and it has prepared for so many years to replace the Royal Family of Light. Becoming the actual ruler of the Kingdom of Light is almost a fact now. Thus, we can't stay in the Kingdom of Light any longer. We can only go east, over the border and enter the Kingdom of Blackmoon!"

After Merlin had finished his words, the whole hall fell silent.

"To a foreign country?" Macy was the one who spoke. She looked confused.

Merlin just realized that he was still different to everyone else in Wilson family. He did not care if he was in the Kingdom of Light or the Kingdom of Blackmoon. Maybe due to his identity as a Spell Caster, he hoped to stay in the Kingdom of Blackmoon. There was no limitation set on Spell Caster there. Furthermore, a Spell Caster had a high status in the Kingdom of Blackmoon.

The eastern countries represented by the Kingdom of Blackmoon were the sanctuary for all Spell Casters! If Merlin went to the Kingdom of Blackmoon, not only he could hide from the church's chase but he could also attain stronger spells and become a stronger Spell Caster!

However, Macy, the butler, Big-breasted Madam, General Prat… Even Old Wilson had lived in the Kingdom of Light all their lives. Even if they were not deeply involved in the church, they were greatly influenced by some thoughts of the church.

In their hearts, the Kingdom of Blackmoon was a foreign country which was horrifying and dark!

Old Wilson did not speak but his expression kept changing. Obviously, he was considering Merlin's suggestion. In the Wilson family, there was no one who understood the Kingdom of Blackmoon more than Old Wilson.

After all, Old Wilson had participated in the war against the Kingdom of Blackmoon and had even survived from the cruelest "Slaughterhouse". Telling him to go to an opposing country gave the largest impact to Old Wilson. This made him more indecisive than ever.

"Sir Baron!"

A knight suddenly crashed into the hall from outside of the castle.

This knight lowered his head and kneeled before reporting to Old Wilson respectfully, "Sir Baron, there's a large number of knights outside. They seem to come straight toward the castle."

"Hmm? Could it be that the church has come here?"

Old Wilson's expression changed drastically. This reporting knight shook his head slightly and said, "Due to the dark sky, we can't see clearly who those are. I come here for Sir Baron's order."

"Let's go and take a look."

Old Wilson also could not sit still. He immediately picked up the sword he had wiped clean and followed the knight outside.

"I hope it's not the church…" Merlin murmured in a low voice. He had a ghastly look on him.

Merlin knew clearly that if it was the church, he could not escape from a battle! His Mind Power had just barely recovered by half. There were also only eight Large Fireballs in the Bell Pendant. Once he met another First-level spell Caster like Wizard Jason, Merlin had no confidence to kill him again.

Walking after Old Wilson, Merlin quickly left the castle.

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Chapter 55: Departure III

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In the dark night, the sounds of horses' neighs became clearer as time passed. Just from the sound, there were at least a few hundreds of knights.

Old Wilson was already outside the castle. Many knights had lit their torches to light up a hundred meters away from the castle but they still did not have a clear view of the knights in front of them.

"Line up. Prepare for battle!"

Old Wilson unsheathed his sword and jumped onto a black warhorse. He glared in front with flashing eyes. Once he confirmed that the knights were from the church, Old Wilson would not hesitate to lead nearly five hundred knights and charge forward.

Soon, the noises became nearer and clearer as it was utterly quiet outside the castle. Only the breathing sounds of the warhorses could be heard at times.

Merlin stood against the chilly wind and held his coat tighter around him. His Mind Power slowly extended forward to observe the uninvited guests in the dark.

"Haha. Wilson, it's me, Parman!"

From far away, a roaring laughter came through the night. The nervous Old Wilson was finally relieved when he heard this voice.

"Baron Parman, I thought it's the church. Why have you come to my territory?"

As the knights approached them, Old Wilson finally had a clear look at the crowd. It was surprisingly one of the rare nobles of Blackwater City, Baron Parman, who was Old Wilson's good friend.

Baron Parman wore a black armor and held a sword in his hands. He looked exhausted and seemed to have gone through a harsh journey.

"Wilson, the influence of the Church of Light is great. I'm afraid the whole Kingdom of Light will be under its control in the future. I don't want to serve the church, so I've come to discuss with you. Haha. I've brought all members of the Parman family to seek refuge with you, Wilson. You mustn't say no!"

As expected, behind Baron Parman, there were many carriages carrying ladies and madams in the Parman family.

"Let's talk when we get in."

Old Wilson took a glance at the team behind Baron Parman. Just from this, he had a basic judgment of what he would do. There were at least seven hundred knights with Baron Parman. Even though their combat ability was less than the heavy armored knights, they were a substantial combat force.

Both entered a wide hall and Baron Parman immediately recognized Merlin. He nodded slightly and had a satisfied expression.

"Merlin, come and meet Baron Parman!" Old Wilson said to Merlin.

Merlin went forward and performed a standard noble's etiquette to Baron Parman. Then, he retreated to one side. Meanwhile, Baron Parman was observing Merlin from top to bottom as he nodded and said, "Good job. I saw Merlin's performance today. Spell Caster, huh… Wilson, can you still recall how we felt when we first saw the Spell Casters from the Kingdom of Blackmoon back then?"

Baron Parman had participated in the war against eastern heretics during that time. However, he had quickly returned to Blackwater City and inherited the baron's family title. Even though he had spent a short time in battle, Baron Parman had also seen the strong Spell Casters of the Kingdom of Blackmoon destroying completely a tough military fortress as easily as breathing.

Those indescribable power left a deep impression on Baron Parman!

Thus, those who had participated in the war against the east would not take the word "heretic" mentioned by the church seriously. From their point of view, the so-called "heretics" were only Normies who had obtained stronger power than others. The Kingdom of Light had this sort of power as well, but it was controlled by the church. Normies had no chance of meeting these special people at all.

After Baron Parman finished observing Merlin, his expression turned grim. He said in a heavy tone, "Wilson, what's your plan now?"

Old Wilson hesitated for a while, then shot a gaze at Merlin. He said softly, "Merlin and I were discussing it earlier. We've made a primary decision. That is to go east and into the Kingdom of Blackmoon!"

Hearing these words, Baron Parman, in fact, showed a hint of elation. "Good. Wilson, that's what I thought too. We can only go east… Your heavy armored knights are very tough. From here to the Kingdom of Blackmoon, the journey is harsh. If you meet a large number of robbers during the journey, your heavy armored knights and the knights of Parman family that I brought should be sufficient to ensure our safety to the Kingdom of Blackmoon!"

Old Wilson nodded. Joined by Baron Parman, albeit their speed would be slowed down, he would be able to organize a unit of one thousand and five hundred knights from their tough armed forces.

With many knights around, even if they meet robbers during their journey, they would still be safe.

Finally, Old Wilson had made his decision and agreed to Merlin's suggestion. They would go east into the Kingdom of Blackmoon.

With that decision, Old Wilson quickly put his mind into action. The migration of the whole family must not be taken lightly. Some things must be brought with them, so they would need a few hours' time to prepare even if they were doing it at lightning speed.

"Merlin," Baron Parman called him out with a smile. After a long journey, Baron Parman was obviously exhausted, but as soon as he had arrived in Old Wilson's territory, he had relaxed his nerves. Although he was still tired, he was still clear-headed.

Baron Parman came in front of Merlin and said, "Merlin, I haven't seen you in a few months. I can't believe your change is so great… Right, you haven't seen Avril for a few months as well. She's right in the carriage. Let me call her and you two have a good talk together."

Merlin paused slightly. When Baron Parman mentioned "Avril", a familiar memory popped up in his mind.

"Avril? Fiancée?" Merlin suddenly took on an odd expression.

…

Light City was the capital of the Kingdom of Light. The extravagant Palace and the Church of Light Headquarters all sat in Light City.

However, the booming Light City which was usually surrounded by a cacophony of noise had now become an ocean of blood. In every street, large or small, intense fights had broken out.

"Charise, the Royal Family is finished. Its influence is gone… Bring your little brother and leave Light City. Out of the city, I've prepared two thousand knights for you. They'll protect you during your journey. Go. Go as far as you can to preserve the bloodline of the Royal Family."

In the darkness, the prince of the Kingdom of Light, Frederick, exhorted two teenagers of around seventeen years old softly. His tone was filled with helplessness.

The princess of the Royal Family named Charise quickly said, "Uncle Frederick, aren't you coming with us?"

Prince Frederick took a glance at the dark sky and shook his head. "No, I'm not. Otherwise, none of us can leave… Right, take this ring. Remember, take care of it! It's a shame that both you and Benin don't have the Spell Caster Quality. Otherwise, with this ring, you can go to the Dark Magic Region in the Kingdom of Blackmoon and become a Spell Caster's apprentice…"

Frederick seemed to care about this ring deeply. He handed it to Charise with much reluctance.

"Quickly, go. Don't think of revenge. If any of your later generations has the Spell Caster Quality, pass this ring to him and ask him to go to the Dark Magic Region. Only when he goes there, he'll become a great Spell Caster…"

After saying that, Prince Frederick waved his hands and indicated the guards beside him to bring Charise away.

"Boom!"

Just when Charise and the others left Light City, a terrifying white light exploded. The bright light almost engulfed the entire Light City.

"Uncle Frederick…" Charise mumbled softly. Holding both her hands tight, she wiped the tears off her face and turned around. She followed the guards and quickly disappeared into the night.

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Chapter 56: Members of the Royal Family I

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"Alright, everyone. Take a rest."

Right after they walked out of the woods, Old Wilson let the large unit to take a break. Since there was a small river in front, they could replenish the water of the unit.

Old Wilson had merged his forces with Baron Parman's team, barely organizing a unit of one thousand and four hundred knights. The unit was led jointly by Old Wilson and Baron Parman. If the family members and servants were added, the whole unit consisted of approximately three thousand people.

Such a large unit could only advance slowly. However, the Church seemed to be busy with controlling the entire Kingdom of Light. Thus, they did not chase after Old Wilson and his group. Save for seeing some individual knights of the Church, they had not met any large group of Church Knights.

This had allowed the unit to carry on for ten days safely. Now, they were already close to the border of the Kingdom of Blackmoon.

In the carriage, Merlin also opened his eyes. There was only Merlin in this carriage. Macy and Big-breasted Madam had already moved to the carriage of the ladies in Baron Parman's team.

After ten days, Merlin's injuries had healed completely, and there was also an enhancement of his Mind Power. The Magic Power accumulated by his Frost was also enough to cast the spell for about seven times. As time passed by, the Magic Power in Frost would become richer.

However, the largest benefit Merlin had attained this time was not the Magic Power. It was the combination of spells.

From the battle with Wizard Jason, Merlin became greatly familiar with the combination of spells. If it was Fireball or Frost alone, it would not have brought about a big impact to the outcome.

However, once those spells were used in a combo, their power could be increased in multiple times directly. However, this was far from enough. Although he had gained a lot, at the same time, Merlin also realized his own weakness, which was his slow speed.

If his speed was fast enough, Merlin could have effectively dodged Wizard Jason's spells even if they were First-level spells. Since he was too slow, Merlin could only choose to take the hit directly. He was almost killed by Wizard Jason.

Thus, during these ten days of rest, Merlin had already confirmed the overall type of his third Spell Model. It was a Supportive spell. On top of that, it was also a Speed spell.

If he had such a spell, Merlin could cast the spell on himself and increase his speed greatly. Combined with Fireball and Frost, his power would elevate rapidly.

The Spell Manual of old man Etha once introduced that the spell would not be better simply because it was powerful. The best spell was one that was most suitable to the Spell Caster's condition.

However, Merlin did not have a Speed spell currently. He only had a Whirlwind now that was recorded in old man Etha's Spell Manual. This spell, however, is an attack type Spell, not the Speed spell Merlin was looking for.

For an Entrance-level Spell Caster like Merlin, it was enough to only have Fireball as the attack type Spell. He would not need to worry about his offensive force. If he added Whirlwind to that, it would only seem unnecessary, considering his overall power would not increase much.

Therefore, Merlin did not plan to use the Whirlwind recorded in the Spell Manual temporarily. Only until he found a more suitable spell in the future would Merlin consider constructing the Third Spell Model.

Merlin pulled the curtain open and jumped off the carriage. He came to the river, wanting to move around a little.

At the river, Merlin saw Macy chatting with a young girl. The young girl was tall and had a long, blonde hair that was pulled into a ponytail. Her hair softly swayed, giving off a youthful aura.

However, it was the girl's face that had attracted Merlin. Although he was looking from afar, Merlin could still have a clear view of her face. That was a sort of beauty beyond words. Or maybe, the word 'exquisite' would be suitable!

The young girl looked exquisite, much like a porcelain doll without a flaw. Even Gia, whom Merlin thought as the most beautiful girl, could not compare with this girl.

Merlin's gaze had gotten Macy and the young girl's attention as well. The young girl slightly nodded to Merlin from afar, then returned to the carriage with Macy.

"Avril? It doesn't seem bad to have such a fiancé…"

Merlin thought about it. He had guessed the girl's identity before. She should be Avril who was engaged with him since a long while ago. After such a long time, this was Merlin's first time seeing his supposed 'fiancée' in person.

At least, just from the looks, Avril seemed decent.

Right at this time, Old Wilson came to him from afar. He took a glance at Macy and Avril and flashed a smile as well. He said, "Merlin, Avril and you have reached the age to get married. After this, when we have settled down in the Kingdom of Blackmoon, Baron Parman and I will organize the wedding for you!"

Merlin smiled, "Father, you don't have to rush…"

However, Merlin's smile immediately stiffened. He looked behind Old Wilson suddenly and said, "Father, there's a large team of knights behind us!"

This time, it was not only Merlin who had noticed this. Everyone had noticed the team of knights as they caused too large of a commotion. The rumbling sound persisted for a while. Even a slightly experienced knight would know there were at least up to thousands of knights dashing behind him.

Unorganized sounds of horses came from the woods behind them. The sounds were becoming clearer and clearer, indicating that the team was about to approach Old Wilson and his unit.

"Formation! Prepare for battle!"

Old Wilson immediately unsheathed his sword and, together with Baron Parman, led thousands of knights to quickly protect the unit. Just like a barrier, the knights blocked in front of the others.

The women and servants who were resting all returned to the carriage in panic. They carefully stuck their heads out to watch from afar.

Merlin also came to the front. When he saw Old Wilson's grim expression, Merlin said in a low voice, "Father, let me go in front. I'll try to see who we're dealing with."

Old Wilson knew Merlin had recovered from his injuries and was a strong Spell Caster. He knew there would not be any problem. Yet, he still advised Merlin, "Merlin, you can go have a look. If it's the Church, don't do anything rash. After all, they outnumber us a lot. You can't defend against them alone."

Merlin nodded and strongly agreed to Old Wilson's words.

He was simply an Entrance-level Spell Caster now. He was far from the being able to destroy a military fortress as effortlessly as breathing. If it was to scare off thousands of knights, perhaps Merlin could still do it. However, if he was to defend against thousands of knights all by himself, Merlin had no way of doing it.

"Father, please be rest assured. I won't do anything rash."

Merlin said in a low voice. After promising Old Wilson, he carefully snuck into the thick woods.

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Chapter 57: Members of the Royal Family II

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There were vines all over the quiet forest in the mountains; the trees were growing densely together. Such a complex terrain proved difficult for the knights to move through.

A troop of knights charged directly into the forest, alarming the birds in the trees.

Everyone in this troop of knights was wearing a set of bright and neat armor. Carved on the armor was a strange bird formed by flames. They were led by two young people: one male and one female.

"Sister, we should be able to reach the Kingdom of Blackmoon safely, right?"

The young man leading them had a very frail body. There was also an extreme expression of fear on his face.

"Don't worry, Benin, we'll definitely be fine."

Princess Charise reassured Benin. Although she was also merely seventeen years of age, she had already seen the slaughters of the Royal Family with her own eyes, and the situation had not bode well with Prince Frederick either. In addition to that, she had been on a wild run for over a thousand miles and had experienced countless hardships before she had finally escaped. Therefore, Princess Charise had already become very strong. In fact, the true control over the entire troop was in her hands. This was extremely difficult for a princess who was merely seventeen years old and had led a normal life of luxury and privilege.

"Commander Mance, how many of us are left?"

With a grim face, Charise asked in a deep, quiet voice.

A burly man who had been following Charise closely came forward in a hurry to give his report. "Princess Charise, we've charged out from Light City all the way and encountered a few troops of the church's knights who possess rather more powerful capabilities, so our losses have been greater. So far, we only have eight hundred knights left."

Unexpectedly, they only had eight hundred knights left. Charise's heart tightened slightly. She knew very clearly that Uncle Frederick had given them more than two thousand knights, and these knights formed the most elite army troops in the entire Kingdom of Light. The knights of the Firebird Legion!

However, even such elite knights had suffered losses amounting to almost sixty percent of their number. That was enough to show how difficult their journey had been.

Charise lowered her head and saw a ring, as black as ink, in her hand. She caressed it with her fingers gently as determination appeared on her face.

"Uncle Frederick, we'll definitely survive!"

Following which, Charise gave orders to the troop to increase their speed. They were not allowed to stop and had to hurry to the Kingdom of Blackmoon as soon as they could. Otherwise, no one could tell whether the people of the church were behind them in a relentless pursuit.

Rustle.

The noises of the densely-packed tree branches moving caused Old Wilson to be on immediate alert. However, when he saw the figure in front of him clearly, he let out a soft sigh and quickly went up to receive it.

"Merlin, what did you see? Is it the people of the church?"

Old Wilson's greatest worry right then was that the great hoard of masters from the church had caught up from behind.

Merlin shook his head. There was a hint of doubt on his face as he relayed everything he had seen in the woods in detail to Old Wilson.

"Father, these knights look really tired. They must've just been through an intense battle and slaughter, they don't look like they're from the church. Perhaps they are also aristocrats who aren't willing to depend on the church."

Merlin guessed that these people were also some aristocrats in the Kingdom of Light, and their positions were definitely not low. Just by looking at the excellent equipment of the knights, it was likely that only Old Wilson's heavy armored knights could daresay that they would win against this other party.

"Did you just say that there's a small bird made of flames carved on the front of those knights' armor?"

Old Wilson's expression was very grave; he was extremely serious.

Merlin nodded. He would not have mistaken such details; the fiery bird on those other people had looked rather similar to the Phoenix from Merlin's previous life so he could remember it very well.

"A small bird made of flames… that must be the Firebird! Baron Parmon, I'm afraid you've also guessed it. That's the Firebird Legion, one of the four great legions under the direct control of the Royal Family of Light! Those knights should be the knights of the Firebird Legion, and the people being protected by them are most probably the later generation of the Royal Family!"

Old Wilson's tone of voice was very solemn. His expression seemed rather agitated.

Merlin knew that Old Wilson had been a military man before. Due to the accumulation of his achievements in war, he had finally been conferred the title of an aristocrat by the Royal Family. Old Wilson had turned from a commoner into an aristocrat who owned territories and all sorts of special rights. Therefore, Old Wilson still possessed a certain loyalty towards the Royal Family of Light. This was also why the church had directly given orders to eliminate Old Wilson back then.

In fact, Old Wilson was not the only one. The church had immediately gotten rid of all the aristocrats who had been conferred their titles by the Royal Family based on their accumulation of war achievements. They would not try to rope them in.

This was because those who had been conferred their titles of aristocracy based on their accumulation of war achievements had gratitude in their hearts and were extremely loyal to the Royal Family. Most of them were unwilling to betray the Royal Family.

Merlin did not feel much for the Royal Family. Even Baron Parman, who had inherited his position as an aristocrat, was not really that loyal to the Royal Family. He merely felt pure hatred for the actions of the church.

Therefore, Merlin and Baron Parmon exchanged looks when they saw Old Wilson's agitated expression, and revealed a hint of a wry smile at the same time. They both knew what Old Wilson was thinking about.

"Father, we still can't be sure now that they are the people of the Royal Family. After all, the church has prepared for so long this time, and even more so, has gathered terrifying forces against the Royal Family. They'd absolutely not allow a single member of the Royal Family to escape, so we should still remain vigilant."

In a tactful manner, Merlin advised Old Wilson not to act rashly.

However, Old Wilson immediately waved his hand and said, as resolute as steel, "People escorted by the Firebird Legion are definitely the members of the Royal Family! Back then, when I was conferred my title by the Royal Family and became a baron, I'd personally been received by Prince Frederick, and the highest ranking commanding officer of the Firebird Legion is Prince Frederick!"

"But Merlin, what you've said is rational as well, so let's just stay put for the moment. Based on what you've said just now, all the members of the Firebird Legion should be very tired now. Perhaps they'd just been through a battle against the church earlier on, and they really need help now. We'll wait here, and after we see the members of the Firebird Legion, I'll be able to tell for myself whether they are the real deal."

After hearing Old Wilson's determined words, Merlin felt a slight headache. Old Wilson had a very resolute attitude; if he really was to confirm that this other party was the members of the Royal Family, he was afraid that Old Wilson would definitely offer them a helping hand.

In that case, this team of theirs would be in even greater danger. The members of the Royal Family would surely be the focus of the church. If Old Wilson were to make a rash decision in the heat of the moment and follow those members of the Royal Family, the entire team's safe arrival into the Kingdom of Blackmoon would become questionable.

Baron Parman also knew Old Wilson's stubborn attitude very well. All he could do was say, in a helpless manner, "Then alright, we'll wait here. But we cannot be unprepared. Let's be on alert and ensure that nothing goes wrong!"

Therefore, under Old Wilson's orders, the entire troop rested and reorganized themselves there. However, his two hundred heavy armor knights were set at the very front, ready to charge at any time.

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Chapter 58: Her Highness the Princess I

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"Coming!"

Merlin said in a soft voice. He was able to know about any movements in the mountain forest due to the outward radiation of his Mind Power. His voice fell when, as expected, there were bursts of rustling noises coming from within the forest.

Very soon, a few hundred knights darted out from the forest. Although these excellently-equipped knights had traces of exhaustion upon their faces that they could not hide, they were immediately on alert when they saw the knights led by Old Wilson. Every one of them drew out their greatswords, making the atmosphere turn fierce immediately.

Only knights like these were the true elites. They had experienced numerous battles and slaughters, so they were able to face any situation that arose out of the blue.

"Princess, Your Highness, be careful! There are traps!"

The burly Commander Mance was extremely vigilant; he immediately commanded the weary troop of knights to assemble into a charging formation quickly, all the while glaring like a tiger at Old Wilson and the heavy armored knights behind him.

These knights of the Firebird Legion were the most elite amongst the elite, therefore they could naturally perceive how powerful Old Wilson's heavy armored knights were with just one glance. With that, they did not dare to underestimate them. Both parties immediately stood facing each other.

"They aren't enemies!"

Princess Charise slowly walked out from the midst of the crowd. She was also wearing an armor, with her long, golden tresses bunched up behind her head. They had already become somewhat withered and yellow, perhaps because she had not cleaned or washed them for a long period of time.

Although Princess Charise's face looked exhausted, her voice was still very steady and firm.

"Who are you people?"

Princess Charise swept a cool glance over Old Wilson, Baron Parman, Merlin, and the others, before letting her eyes set upon Old Wilson.

This was not because Princess Charise had some brilliant insight. Instead, it was because Old Wilson was just too unique. It was impossible for him not to attract the attention of others.

Old Wilson was almost two meters tall, with a stout and strong body; there were traces of blood stains all over the armor on his body, and his entire body emitted a terrifying aura like that of a wild beast. Anyone would feel a sense of danger upon laying their eyes on Old Wilson.

"Swoosh!"

Suddenly, Commander Mance, who was next to Princess Charise, drew out his greatsword. An earthy, yellow light began to flash from the blade of the sword.

That represented the Earth Element; Mance was a powerful Third-level Earth Swordsman and was much stronger than Baron Vingult of Blackwater City.

It was obvious that Commander Mance had felt Old Wilson's dangerous aura. Therefore, it was natural that he did not behave indifferently when he saw how Old Wilson who kept on walking forward in such a direct manner.

"Stand still!"

Commander Mance bellowed. His sharp eyes fixed directly onto Old Wilson.

"No mistake about it, they're indeed the knights of the Firebird Legion!"

Old Wilson halted his footsteps and took a deep breath, before kneeling down before Princess Charise and placing his right hand upon his chest lightly. This was an extremely solemn decorum for an aristocrat.

"Baron Wilson Lehman of Blackwater City. I offer my sincerest regards to Your Highness. May I know which Highness is before me now?"

This great salutation by Old Wilson immediately loosened up the tensed atmosphere between the two parties.

"Baron?"

Watching Old Wilson, who was down on one knee, Princess Charise could feel the loyalty, determination, courage, and righteousness in Old Wilson's eyes. This was a standard knight, a knight who was loyal to the Royal Family.

There had been simply too few of such knights the moment the church had launched their attack. Most of them had thrown down their weapons and believed in the church.

"Baron Wilson, please rise. I'm the sixth princess of the Royal Family, Charise, and this is the seventh prince, Benin."

Charise was very satisfied with Old Wilson. In addition, Old Wilson's actions earlier had caused her heart to warm up slightly; it seemed that there were still many who were loyal to the Royal Family in the entire Kingdom of Light.

"So, it's Your Highness, the sixth princess. Back when I had been conferred the title of a baron and personally-received by Prince Frederick, the commander of the highest position in the Firebird Legion had been Prince Frederick. I wonder how the Prince is now?"

Old Wilson seemed to have received some favors from Prince Frederick back then, so he was extremely grateful to the Prince.

"Uncle Frederick…"

Princess Charise's expression darkened. She then shook her head, sighing softly as she spoke, "I'm afraid Uncle Frederick had been put in a really bad situation because he wanted to cover and protect Benin and me when we left…"

Hearing the news that tragedy had probably befallen Prince Frederick, Old Wilson's expression darkened slightly. In actual fact, he was not surprised. As the commander in chief of the Firebird Legion, Prince Frederick would definitely have received a heavy blow from the church. The chances of him being able to survive were slim to none.

"Your Highness, how many members of the Royal Family have managed to escape?"

Merlin suddenly stepped forward and asked. His eyes did not stop flashing as he fixed his stare tightly upon Princess Charise.

"Members of the Royal Family… Benin and I have been lucky enough to escape until here. As for the other members of the Royal Family, perhaps a few have been able to escape as well…"

Charise spoke in a tone that showed how unconfident she was. She had seen the horrifying white curtain of light that had covered the sky over Light City back then. There had been a destructive force within it; under such a power, practically no one would have been able to escape.

Perhaps, only the two of them, Benin and herself, were left of the entire Royal Family of Light.

"Your Highness!"

Hearing how Charise divulged such confidential matters before everyone, Commander Mance could not help but shake his head. Charise was still too young, after all. There were many things that she had not given full consideration to yet.

How could she speak out about such private issues so easily? Was she not attacking the prestige of the Royal Family by doing this? If people were to know that only a few members of the Royal Family had been lucky enough to escape, then would their situation become extremely precarious?

Having been given a reminder by Commander Mance, Charise came to her senses. She looked at Merlin, her eyes flashing with a hint of fury.

Merlin ignored Charise's fury, however. He lowered his head slightly and murmured in a thoughtful manner, "Looks like the Royal Family of Light is completely hopeless now. With only a few of them left, they can't pose a threat to the church at all!"

Merlin had no inherent sense of respect toward the Royal Family. In Merlin's eyes, the so-called princess and prince before him were not different from other ordinary people. In fact, it was even because of the special identities they held, they would be in a very dangerous position.

Old Wilson frowned. In a deep voice, he said, "Merlin, you mustn't be rude to the Princess!"

After reproaching Merlin, Old Wilson stood up and gave a slight bow. He spoke in a grave tone, "Your Highness, my knights are ready to serve you!"

"Father!"

"Wilson, are you mad?"

Merlin and Baron Parman shouted at the same time. There was a great anxiety on their faces.

Baron Parman walked over to Old Wilson's side in great strides, suppressing his voice to speak, "Wilson, have you really gone mad? Let's not even talk about the fact that the identities of these people are unclear, the so-called titles of 'princess' and 'prince' are just one-sided terms, and even if they really are members of the Royal Family, the church would definitely be focusing on them greatly under the current situation. Aren't we just looking for trouble if we stay with them?"

Merlin advised him as well, saying, "Father, Baron Parman is right. We can even provide them with some food and drinking water, but we absolutely cannot be with them! The entire fate of the Wilson family rests with you, Father. You must not act rashly."

No matter how Merlin and Baron Parman tried to persuade him, there was not the slightest bit of change in Old Wilson's expression. Merlin, who was familiar with Old Wilson, knew that this was his decision, and it would not be easily changed.

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Chapter 59: Her Highness the Princess II

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Princess Charise could not help but be slightly stunned to see Old Wilson taking the initiative to offer his allegiance. Throughout this journey, she had already seen the betrayal of too many aristocrats and had even encountered the hindrances of some who had pledged their dependence upon the church.

However, Old Wilson's expression was very solemn. The etiquette with which he treated Princess Charise was also the most honorable amongst the aristocrats, enough to prove Old Wilson's attitude.

Furthermore, there were also many knights behind Old Wilson, especially the small number of heavy armored knights. With one look, she could tell that they were the most elite amongst the elite. To gain Old Wilson's allegiance would be to gain the allegiance of so many knights.

This was an exceedingly great help to the fleeing Charise, as well as the others.

Nevertheless, just as Princess Charise was about to agree, Commander Mance, who was next to her, took a step forward and said in a soft voice, "Your Highness, our main focus now is to escape from the Kingdom of Light so we cannot be too slow. This Wilson is merely a baron, and even if he has a hundred or two heavy armored knights with strong fighting capabilities, how can he be compared to our knights of the Firebird Legion? If we bring these people, they'll undoubtedly become a burden. Look at their convoy, there are womenfolk, goods, and materials. Surely, they'll be slow, and that's a great disadvantage to us, especially when it's very likely that there are still people from the church chasing us from behind. Your Highness, please reconsider!"

Commander Mance's words caused Princess Charise, who had been in an extremely good mood, to immediately fall silent. Indeed, setting Old Wilson himself aside, he might be a strong Elemental Swordsman, and with his two hundred heavy armored knights, they might have great combat power.

Nevertheless, two hundred heavy armored knights were not all that Wilson had. He also had even more ordinary knights, some womenfolk who had no fighting capabilities at all, and heavy goods and materials. If they were to bring all these with them, the speed of the entire troop would definitely slow down. If there was a great hoard of knights from the church chasing after them, then they would be in a very dangerous situation.

A hint of hesitation appeared on Princess Charise's face. Although she had gone through many hardships during the past few days, she was still far too young. There were many decisions that had to be made by Commander Mance.

Commander Mance's words impacted Princess Charise greatly.

Princess Charise was somewhat unable to make a decision. Commander Mance gave Old Wilson a cold glance, before saying in a low voice, "Your Highness, our knights of the Firebird Legion possess extraordinary combat power; I believe Your Highness has already seen it. We're definitely capable of protecting Your Highness and His Highness the Prince very well, and we will arrive in the Kingdom of Blackmoon safely. As for the others, we should do our best to not risk having new problems and complicating the situation."

Princess Charise could sense a hint of unhappiness in Commander Mance's words, from his tone of voice. At the moment, Princess Charise and Prince Benin needed the protection of the Firebird Legion, which was under the leadership of Commander Mance. Therefore, on the issue of Old Wilson, she could not afford to create any more conflicts between herself and Commander Mance.

Thus, after a moment of hesitating, as she murmured to herself, Princess Charise made her decision.

"Baron Wilson, you are an upright, courageous and loyal aristocrat! But we still have to hurry on, and if we bring all of you along, our objectives will become tremendous. It'd be really dangerous instead. So, we should still go our separate ways."

Princess Charise sighed softly as she spoke. Following which, she left the place slowly, leading the knights of the Firebird Legion.

Hoo…

Seeing Princess Charise leave with her men, Merlin let out a long sigh of relief instead. The other party not accepting Old Wilson's allegiance had saved Merlin from having to talk a lot.

"Wilson, get up. They've left."

Baron Parman came to Old Wilson's side. Seeing that Old Wilson was still kneeling on the ground with one knee, he shook his head helplessly and spoke to him as such.

Old Wilson stood up slowly. He turned around to watch the backs of the Firebird Legion knights as they left, with a complicated expression on his face.

A long time elapsed before Old Wilson finally opened his mouth to speak. He said in an inexplicable manner, "Back then, Prince Frederick had pointed out my mistakes during training. Without him, there would be no Wilson Lehman on the battlefield, and I'd have most probably died in the 'slaughterhouse'…"

Merlin and Baron Parman exchanged looks; it turned out that there was the existence of this reason as well. Old Wilson had never mentioned it in the past.

Prince Frederick had given Old Wilson an exceedingly great help in the past. Perhaps, to Prince Frederick, it had cost him little to no effort at all. Perhaps he had never even remembered giving pointers to a quiet and nameless knight, but Old Wilson remembered it deep in his heart. Because of that, he had not even hesitated in pledging his allegiance to the Royal Family when they were in their most dangerous condition.

"Let's go. We might be safer following them from behind."

Old Wilson had recovered the side of them that was merciless and decisive, moving quickly and vigorously.

Merlin nodded. Old Wilson was right; they would be safer indeed if they followed after the knights of the Firebird Legion. At least, if any problems were to occur in front, the Firebird Legion would solve them one by one. They would practically be clearing off obstacles for Old Wilson's convoy.

After all, on their path of escape, danger did not come merely in the form of the church, but also as bandits that existed everywhere!

"Did you take a good look? Is it really the Firebird Legion, one of the four great armies of the Kingdom of Light?"

A man with strange patterns drawn on his face asked in a low voice.

"Big Boss, we've already looked at them clearly, the armor they're wearing is indeed, the standard armor of the Firebird Legion!"

Three men wearing clothing made out of rough cloth answered in soft voices, with traces of excitement upon their faces.

"Not bad."

The man with the strange patterns drawn on his face was the big boss of this band of people. He nodded slightly and stood up from the ground. Rubbing the black armor on his body lightly, he said with a cold smirk, "The Royal Family of Light has direct command over the Firebird Legion. Now that the Kingdom of Light is in chaos, the ones who can afford the protection of the Firebird Legion knights must be the members of the Royal Family. This is a fattened goat; members of the Royal Family will definitely have loads of wealth on them. All we have to do is take them down, and we, the Hurricane Bandits, will be able to buy sophisticated armor and sharp weapons. By then, we could even take advantage of this disorderly situation in the Kingdom of Light and attack a few cities. We won't have to be stuck here anymore."

There was a flash of excitement in the eyes of the Big Boss. Not only was he the leader of the Hurricane Bandits, but was also a bandit chief who possessed extremely wild ambitions. He even dreamt of being able to take over a few cities one day.

Now, the best chance had come; these members of the Royal Family, who might be bringing with them immeasurable treasure, currently had the protection of merely a few hundred knights. This was an opportunity gifted to them by the heavens!

"But, Big Boss, there seems to be a gigantic convoy behind this Firebird Legion, with approximately a thousand or more knights."

The few bandits hesitated for a moment, before reporting the truth.

Big Boss did not care, however. He smirked as he said, "Those are merely some small aristocrats fleeing for their lives. We've already encountered quite a few of such small aristocrats over the past few days. They've been living lives in comfort and prestige, and their knights no longer know what bloodshed in battle is. There is no more fighting blood in their bodies! We'll just scare them casually, and they'll run off pathetically."

"How about this. Third Commander and Fourth Commander. The both of you lead a thousand and five hundred brothers to go and deal with this convoy. Remember, kill all the men and bring all the women back!"

The strange patterns on Big Boss's face glinted dimly with light the color of blood, causing his expression to look exceptionally savage.

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Chapter 60: The Strange Bandits I

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In the carriage, Merlin observed the two Spell Models within his Awareness.

The Magic Power accumulated by the Spell Model of the Fireball was already very deep and rich. Merlin made a rough estimation that he could unleash approximately twenty-five normal Fireballs.

Such a Magic Power was already immensely rich and thick. Old man Etha's Spell Manual had mentioned that a typical Spell Caster would only have just enough Magic Power to unleash thirty spells, after accumulating it for a long time. By now, though, Merlin had only been constructing his Spell Models for two or three months, but he was already coming close to achieving an accumulation that a typical Spell Caster would need several years to attain.

In the midst of all that, the Spell Models that Merlin was using The Matrix to construct were the best Spell Models chosen from one hundred and eighty thousand Spell Models. Naturally, they would be better than the Spell Models of a typical Spell Caster. At least the Spell Models in Merlin's Awareness were definitely far from being limited to merely thirty ordinary spells.

The accumulation of the Frost's Magic Power was not too slow either. He could already unleash seven or eight spells by now.

However, compared with how vigorously fast the increase of his Magic Power was, Merlin's Mind Power was growing at a lethargic pace. The speed at which his Mind Power could increase was severely limited because he was relying only on a beginner Meditation Spell.

If he were to follow such a pace and undergo cultivation step by step, at least half a year would be necessary for Merlin's Mind Power to reach a level where it could support a third Spell Model.

Half a year might not be considered slow to the average Spell Caster, but Merlin had taken only two or three months to transform himself from a Normie into a powerful Spell Caster. Therefore, half a year could already be deemed an immensely long and arduous period of time for Merlin.

Other than the slow growth of his Mind Power, there was also the problem of how scarce spells were; Merlin was no longer considering old man Etha's Whirlwind, but it was still an absurdly tedious task to find a suitable spell.

A brilliant Meditation Spell and a suitable Zero-level spell. Those were the two things that Merlin lacked now, therefore he really hoped to be able to reach the Kingdom of Blackmoon sooner. That place was the holy land of Spell Casters, so perhaps it would be easier to find some advanced Meditation Spells and Zero-level spells there.

"En? Why have we stopped?"

Merlin frowned. He felt the carriage jolt slightly, as though it had been halted in a rather hasty way. Thus, he pulled the curtains in the carriage aside and looked out.

"Master Merlin, there are bandits attacking us!"

Moss had a very calm and steady expression. He did not seem to be panicking.

Moreover, when Merlin saw the bandits in front of them, he could not help but reveal a hint of an odd look on his face. All he could see in front of the convoy was a group of people wearing colorful outfits. Their attires were not uniform; most of them had only rough linen over their entire bodies, while some of them had it slightly better, having put on some broken and old pieces of light armor.

Their weapons were also laughable and embarrassing. Most of them only had a wooden stick in their hands.

"These men are bandits?"

Merlin recalled the encounter with the Guardian Swordsmen from the church who had disguised themselves as bandits back in the Wilson territory. They had been disciplined and well trained, with excellent equipment. Perhaps those could not be considered bandits anymore, but a true army troop.

Perhaps only these people before his eyes could be considered real bandits!

There were more than a thousand of these bandits. Merlin could see very clearly that not a single one of these bandits looked frightened of the team of knights led by Old Wilson. Instead, a look of uncontrollable greed was flashing through their eyes.

Merlin looked at the heavy armored knights who had been practically armed up to their teeth, and then at the bandits with a variety of colorful outfits and irregular weapons. He could not help but feel rather speechless.

"Moss, could it be that we seem very weak?"

The moment Merlin's voice fell, Old Wilson's heavy armored knights had already prepared themselves by changing into a charging formation. All they were waiting for was a single command from Old Wilson, and they would charge right up into those bandits and shred them into pieces.

"Commander Mance, there are bandits. What do we do?"

Princess Charise had a very grave expression. The bandits who had appeared in front of them were densely packed. She was afraid that there were two or three thousand of them.

Commander Mance, however, did not feel that there was anything to be worried about. He said loftily, "Your Highness, mere bandits are nothing. Even if there were more of them, they are just a motley crowd. I can crush this band of bandits just by leading six hundred Firebird knights!"

Princess Charise could only depend on Commander Mance now, so she nodded and said, "Alright, Commander Mance. Lead six hundred knights and defeat those bandits utterly!"

Very quickly, Commander Mance headed six hundred knights and prepared their assault formation. In a deafening voice, he roared, "Charge!"

Immediately, smoke and dust flew up everywhere as six hundred knights charged towards the bandits in front of them like a ferocious tiger rushing down a mountain.

Commander Mance led his men into a charge. His entire body exuded a rich, earthy yellow light as he wielded his greatsword tightly. There were no bandits who could rival him, no matter where he went.

Just as Commander Mance felt that this band of bandits would be defeated and scattered after a few more assaults, the bandits suddenly spread out. A dozen or so excellently equipped knights rushed out straightaway from behind them, surrounding Commander Mance all at once.

Commander Mance did not panic. He stared coldly at these dozen or so people as a realization dawned on him; although these people were coming at him menacingly, there did not seem to be any Elemental aura inside their bodies.

This proved that these knights were not Elemental Swordsmen!

"Die, bandits!"

Commander Mance aimed at one of the knights and raised his greatsword high up into the air. The earthy yellow light from the blade enveloped the whole of Commander Mance's body.

Although Earth Swordsmen specialized in defense, he had already reached the level of a Third-level Elemental Swordsman, so his powers were still exceedingly great. Even the typical Second-level Elemental Swordsman would not be able to block his attack, not to mention these bandits who were not even Elemental Swordsmen.

Bang.

Commander Mance's greatsword struck an iron sword brutally. The powerful reactionary force almost caused his greatsword to slip out of his hands. In some disbelief, Commander Mance stared at the bandit in front of him.

As always, there was no fluctuation of the Elements. The bandit before him, with strange patterns drawn on his face, had unexpectedly blocked his attack without employing the use of any Elements.

"How is this possible?"

Commander Mance was still in shock, but the bandit with the strange patterns on his face had already begun laughing maliciously. "Hehe, there's nothing that's impossible. Charge!"

Every one of the dozen or so knights who had surrounded Commander Mance drew their greatswords out and charged towards him in a frenzied attack. All of them did not seem inferior at all to a Second-level Elemental Swordsman, but none of them had the aura of any Elements upon their bodies.

In other words, they were able to rival a Second-level Elemental Swordsman by relying purely on the energy in their bodies. If only one had appeared, then perhaps he could be deemed extraordinarily gifted, and it would be a special situation. However, more than a dozen of them appearing at the same time was definitely not a coincidence.

Just like Commander Mance, the six hundred Firebird knights were also facing extremely fearsome bandits. There might not be anything special about their training, and there was not much to say about their coordination, but every one of them seemed competent enough to rival a First-level Elemental Swordsman. How terrifying was the accumulative power of a few hundred First-level Elemental Swordsmen?

Therefore, no matter how elite the Firebird knights were, they had still been plunged into a difficult battle now. There was the danger of them being eliminated at any moment.

In the blink of an eye, the motley crew that they had thought was incapable of withstanding a single blow, was currently besieging Commander Mance and the Firebird knights. The tables had turned; the Firebird Legion was now in a precarious situation.

Princess Charise, who was observing the battle from afar, had an anxious and uneasy expression on her face. She was also somewhat confused as to how the great and mighty Commander Mance, as well as the elite Firebird Legion, could not even defeat a motley crew of bandits.

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Chapter 61: The Strange Bandits II

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Bang.

The heavy armored knights led by Old Wilson began to charge!

Although there were barely two hundred of them, the momentum and power with at they charged seemed capable of toppling mountains and overturning seas, causing some degree of panic to arise in the midst of those bandits in front of them.

"In the name of the knights' glory, charge!"

Close to two hundred heavy armored knights roared in one voice. This slogan had already become the soul of the heavy armored knights.

Amidst the great roars of the slogans, the heavy armored knights led by Old Wilson charged towards the bandits like a black mudslide. Their force was unstoppable.

Numerous bandits were immediately thrown into the air just through a light contact. The power of the heavy armored knights had long been verified in Blackwater City; the typical knights were not at all comparable to them, so what more this motley crew of bandits?

Even though there were many bandits, this rabble was immediately scattered by the assault of the heavy armored knights. It was just as Merlin had expected. Countless bandits were trampled alive under the hooves of the horses, emitting bursts of wretched screams as they died.

"Damn it. These weak and despicable aristocrats dare to come at us?"

The leader of the bandits saw how the heavy armored knights continuously charged into and attacked the groups of bandits; they were invincible. There was no resistance that could come into contact with them, and a hint of fury had appeared on their faces.

Thus, the two leaders brought the fifty knights behind them in a direct rush toward Old Wilson and the heavy armored knights.

There were only fifty knights. In addition, they were wearing merely thin and light armor on their bodies. To charge at Old Wilson and the heavy armored knights like this would be having a death wish; it caused people to feel rather unbelievable.

Although Old Wilson thought that it was strange, he did not hesitate at all. He commanded the heavy armored knights to move into their assault formation and immediately dashed toward those fifty somewhat exceptional bandits.

The two teams of knights soon collided with each other. Immediately, Old Wilson engaged one of the leaders in a fight.

"Flame Cleave!"

Old Wilson had already reached the critical point of becoming a Third-level Elemental Swordsman; just a little more, and he would be a Third-level Elemental Swordsman. Furthermore, being naturally endowed with a great strength, the power and might of his entire body was infinitely close to that of a Fourth-level Elemental Swordsman.

At the moment, Old Wilson had only used half of his strength, but even so, it was still very difficult for a typical Second-level Elemental Swordsman to block him.

However, although there was no Elemental fluctuation on the bodies of these two bandit chiefs, they could easily defend against Old Wilson's attack just by relying on their physical strength.

Old Wilson's attack had not been the only thing that stopped. Not only had about two hundred heavy armored knights dashing in together for the attack failed to cause a destructive blow to those bandits, they had also broken a few heavy armored knights.

"No, something's wrong!"

Merlin's face changed slightly after seeing those fifty bandits from afar.

Those fifty knights were exceptionally special. Although there was no Elemental fluctuation on their bodies, which meant that they were not Elemental Swordsmen, their physical attributes were such that they could rival those First-level Elemental Swordsmen.

Even if these fifty bandits who could equal First-level Elemental Swordsmen had never gone through training and were not moving in coordination, all they had to do was gather together to unleash an unimaginable result.

Even the undefeatable heavy armored knights were at a disadvantage after encountering these special bandits.

Merlin was not worried about Old Merlin; he knew Old Merlin's capabilities extremely well. If he were to strike in full force, those two bandit chiefs would be no match for him at all.

However, if time were to be dragged on, then the losses of the heavy armored knights would definitely reach a huge number. These heavy armored knights were Old Wilson's blood and sweat, produced after more than ten years. Losing any one of them would cause him unbearable heartache.

Therefore, Merlin attacked!

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh.

Clusters of Fireball flew out. Every fireball hit a bandit accurately; due to the fact that the bandits and the heavy armored knights were all entangled together, he could not make the fireballs explode. All he could do was to fix his aim and eliminate them one by one,

However, although that was all he did, Merlin had cleared out five bandits in just a blink of the eye. His Mind Power had grown greater, whereas his power of control over the spells had become stronger; therefore, as long as it was within a hundred meters of him, which was the area enveloped by his Mind Power, Merlin was able to control his spells with excellent accuracy.

"It's a Spell Caster, run fast, we're done for…"

"Report to Big Boss quickly that there's a Spell Caster."

The two leaders amongst the bandits had already seen signs of danger flashing everywhere under the hands of Old Wilson and had merely been hanging on despite the difficulty. Now that they had seen Merlin appearing, the hopelessness in their hearts grew even more. Immediately, they wanted to flee.

For many years, they had forcibly occupied the vast buffer zones in between the Kingdom of Blackmoon and the Kingdom of Light. Therefore, they were extremely well-versed with those mysterious and powerful Spell Casters in the Kingdom of Blackmoon. They knew that, with a Spell Caster like Merlin around, they did not stand a chance to attain victory at all.

However, it was already too late for them to escape now!

"Frost!"

Merlin had long fixed his eyes on those two bandits. Seeing that they had the opportunity to escape, he immediately unleashed his Frost.

Crack, crack.

The ice crystals hardened, freezing the two bandit chiefs directly. Even if they had physical attributes that rivaled those of a Second-level Elemental Swordsmen, it was completely impossible for them to break free from Merlin's Frost.

Bang.

Old Wilson swung his blade down, chopping one of the bandit chiefs into two halves; fresh blood spurted onto the ground.

Seeing that Old Wilson was about to kill the other bandit chief, Merlin hurriedly came to his side and said in a low voice, "Father, leave this man, he can be of use."

Old Wilson nodded before turning around and charging toward the other bandits.

There had originally been fifty bandits. After Merlin had killed five in an instant, and seeing him overcome the two leaders, some of them began to flee from the battlefield.

Then, Old Wilson, who had been pulled out from the crowd, charged and killed more of them. Only twenty or so were left of the fifty bandits whose capabilities equaled those of the First-level Elemental Swordsmen. They escaped in a pathetic manner.

Old Wilson regrouped the heavy armored knights and did a headcount, only to announce that they had lost fifteen heavy armored knights in this battle. The original sum of a hundred and eighty-five heavy armored knights had now been decreased to a hundred and seventy.

Old Wilson felt great heartache at such a heavy loss. Back when he had led the heavy armored knights into battle against the Guardian Swordsmen of the church who had disguised themselves as bandits and attacked the City Defense Troop knights of Blackwater City, there had only been a total loss of fifteen knights.

Right now, fighting against mere bandits, a motley crew had unexpectedly caused such heavy losses to the heavy armored knights.

Old Wilson's face was dark and heavy. His eyes continuously sized up the body of the bandit chief, like a wild beast selecting its victim. This caused the bandit chief to be panic-stricken.

Thus, the bandit chief turned his sights onto Merlin. In a slightly panicked manner, he said, "Great, honorable Wizard, what do you wish to ask?"

The bandit chief knew very well, in his heart, that the only person who could let him live now was the mysterious and powerful Spell Caster before his eyes.

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Chapter 62: Big Boss I

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Merlin fixed his eyes on the bandit chief in front of his eyes. This other person's body was not bulky, neither did he look strong and mighty. It seemed that his physical attributes would not have been considered exceptional.

However, the truth of the matter was that this bandit's physical attributes were comparable to that of a Second-level Elemental Swordsman. This was very abnormal. Furthermore, there were also fifty bandit knights whose physical quality were similar to that of First-level Elemental Swordsmen, which was even more extraordinary.

"You're not an Elemental Swordsman, so how can you possess such great power that isn't inferior to that of an Elemental Swordsman?"

Merlin asked him directly. Old Wilson, who was standing beside him, nodded subconsciously as well. It was evident that he was also very interested in the question.

The expression of the bandit chief changed slightly. His lips squirmed, as though he wanted to speak, but he did not make a sound for a long time.

Crack.

A cluster of ice crystals immediately appeared again on the body of the bandit chief. The ice crystals enveloped him at an extremely fast pace, practically freezing his entire body. All that was left as his bald head.

As a binding spell, the power of the Frost was not great. It was far weaker than a Fireball, but still easy enough for the purposes of handling a mere bandit chief like this.

Feeling the ice crystals on his body as though it could continue spreading on to his head, the chief bandit could no longer be silent. He could only yell out, "Great Wizard, please stop, I say! Our physical attributes are exceptional due to Big Boss!"

"Big Boss?"

Merlin did not continue to unleash the Frost. Instead, he took two steps forward and said to the bandit chief, "Talk about your Big Boss's condition in detail."

The face of the bandit chief was already rather pale. His body was trembling, and although his physical attributes were exceptional, Merlin's Frost caused temperatures to plunge extremely low. Being frozen for a long period of time would still injure him.

"Big Boss came here three years ago. Back then, Second Commander, Fourth Commander and I were small-time bandits in this region, with hundreds of bandits under us. Our power was extremely small and weak. Big Boss found us and defeated all of us utterly, before becoming our Big Boss. Then, he taught us a strange posture. We cultivated according to this strange posture daily, and the quality of our physique improved very quickly."

"Then, Big Boss led us and annexed a few great groups of bandits successively. As his force swelled up, he formed the Hurricane Bandits with three, four thousand bandits. After that, Big Boss picked five hundred young bandits and taught them a strange posture. They practiced every day, and now, practically everyone can rival a First-level Elemental Swordsman."

"With such power, Big Boss's greed and ambitious heart grew as well. He was no longer satisfied with being a bandit, he even wished to take advantage of this chaotic situation in the Kingdom of Light now and conquer a few cities… But, because the numbers of our men have expanded greatly, you've also seen how our pieces of equipment, like weaponry and armor, are lagging behind. This time, we've encountered a few members of the Royal Family who only have a few hundred knights as protectors, so Big Boss has brought men to go rob those members of the Royal Family. He ordered us to come and block you, so that you wouldn't ruin Big Boss's plans."

By the time the bandit chief had finished speaking, his entire body was already shaking. His enunciation had become somewhat poor.

There were no changes to Merlin's expression, but there was a great shock in his heart. A strange posture that was able to strengthen the physical attributes of a Normie quickly, to the point where one could rival an Elemental Swordsman…

Everything about all of this was so similar to the mysterious relief sculpture he had obtained before. Merlin only had one piece of the relief sculpture, but after practicing the posture on the relief sculpture, his physical attributes were now already comparable to that of a First-level Elemental Swordsman.

"The physical attributes of these bandits can already rival those of a Second-level Elemental Swordsman. That bandit chief, how strong can he be? As strong as a Third-level, or even a Fourth-level Elemental Swordsman?"

Numerous ideas turned in Merlin's head. If that 'Big Boss' had really obtained a relief sculpture, then he should have at least three of them with him.

The postures on those relief sculptures were really frightening indeed. Merlin had never given them much thought before this, but now, he had seen the mysterious 'Big Boss' passing out knowledge on the postures on the relief sculpture.

All he had to do was to pass on one posture, and within a few months, he would be able to quickly create large numbers of powerful fighters who could rival First-level Elemental Swordsmen.

The battle just now had said it all. A lot of Old Wilson's heart and effort had been spent on his heavy armored knights; practically half of the taxes collected within the territory had been used on those heavy armored knights.

Furthermore, they had needed to undergo training often before achieving the fighting capabilities they had now.

However, although the combat power of those heavy armored knights now could be deemed terrifying, they had unexpectedly been caught at a disadvantage after encountering those bandits who had been without the slightest bit of cooperation amongst each other. If Merlin and Old Wilson had not been so overwhelmingly strong and valiant, he was afraid that those heavy armored knights would have been defeated by a mere band of fifty bandits.

The terrible aspect of the mysterious relief sculpture was manifested therein. Moreover, that mysterious Big Boss had five hundred of such bandits heeding his commands.

Many thoughts passed through Merlin's mind in the blink of an eye. Old Wilson beside him, however, did not think so much. All he heard from the bandit's mouth was the news of the Big Boss going up against the members of the Royal Family.

"Merlin, Princess Charise and the others might be in danger, I want to bring the heavy armored knights and go rescue them."

This time, Merlin did not stop him. He knew that Old Wilson had a lot of gratitude in his heart towards Prince Frederick; although Princess Charise had rejected Old Wilson's allegiance before, Old Wilson would not leave them to die now that the Princess and the others were in danger

Nevertheless, this was a good thing as well. Old Wilson would not have any ties with the Royal Family anymore if he could rescue them once!

"Father, you go first, I'll catch up after you!"

Light flashed through Merlin's eyes. The mysterious Big Boss was his target.

A look of despair could already be seen in Commander Mance's eyes. His entire body had been shaken so much that he was numb; despite the fact that he was a Third-level Earth Swordsman, this man before him, with the strange patterns drawn on his face and a name called Big Boss, was just too powerful.

Every time the other person brought his greatsword crashing down, it had contained terrible power. That body which did not look burly at all seemed to be filled with the strength of a ferocious beast, causing Commander Mance to feel like he could not withstand it.

An Elemental Swordsman at the peak of the Third-level! Commander Mance was aghast; this other person was able to rival a Third-level Elemental Swordsman at his peak, just by relying on the strength of his body. He had never even heard of such a thing, what more seen it.

Moreover, this mighty commander was not the only thing that was horrifying; there were also the densely packed bandits around them. Every single one of them seemed to be on par with First-level Elemental Swordsmen, and judging by their numbers, there were about four, five hundred of them.

Four, five hundred First-level Elemental Swordsmen. Such a terrifying number was difficult for Commander Mance to imagine. Even the Firebird Legion, one of the four great armies of the Kingdom of Light, had only been able to gather a thousand First-level Elemental Swordsmen during their peak.

Just like that, this bunch of bandits with broken weapons, who did not even have armor… This motley crew was able to rival half of the Firebird Legion?

Bang.

With another heavy blow, Commander Mance was shaken and thrown off by a powerful force. He fell heavily to the ground, before struggling to stand up, but his internal organs were in such pain that he felt as though they were on fire. Serious injuries had already been inflicted upon him.

As for the six hundred Firebird knights, they had long been swallowed up in the sea of people. Surrounded and attacked by the bandits, half of them had been injured and killed. Now, less than three hundred of them were left.

"We're finished…"

Commander Mance closed his eyes in pain. He had never thought that he would die in the hands of a gang of bandits.

Princess Charise's face was already a shade of ghastly white, as she watched the battle from afar. Her entire body was trembling due to fear. The situation had rapidly worsened; she had not expected that a bunch of bandits who had seemed so weak that they would not be able to withstand a blow, would be so fierce. She saw how the six hundred Firebird knights, the entire army led by Commander Mance, were about to be completely annihilated.

Princess Charise no longer had a choice. It had also been difficult for her to imagine how tragic it was to fall at the hands of bandits.

"Deputy Commander Wayne, prepare for battle, for the honor of the Firebird!"

There was a complicated mix of expressions on Princess Charise's face. She drew out her silver greatsword as well, ready to fight to the death.

Swoosh.

The remaining two hundred Firebird knights pulled out the greatswords in their hands as well and raised them up high with solemnity upon their faces.

"In the name of the knights' glory, charge!"

"In the name of the knights' glory, charge!"

"…"

All of a sudden, Princess Charise and the others heard a deafening sound rumbling from behind them; something that seemed like a black mudslide came crashing down from the mountain slope.

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Chapter 63: Big Boss II

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The black mudslide was a group of knights dressed in heavy armor. Princess Charise was slightly stunned before recalling the identities of these heavy armored knights.

"They are Baron Wilson's heavy armored knights. I'd never thought that he'd still lead his knights to come and rescue us after I rejected Baron Wilson's allegiance. Still, it's no use, these bandits aren't ordinary bandits. Baron Wilson's heavy armored knights are definitely no match for them as well. Deputy Commander Wayne, prepare to charge up there with Baron Wilson, rush in and kill the bandits together!"

Princess Charise was somewhat moved and rueful; Old Wilson taking action at such a time as this was enough to prove his loyalty to the Royal Family. However, Princess Charise did not know that this was not due to Old Wilson's loyalty to the Royal Family, but his gratitude towards Prince Frederick. This would be the last time Old Wilson stretched out a helping hand.

The heavy armored knights led by Old Wilson dove down the slope of the hill. They were an unstoppable force, immediately rushing in for the skill and leaving a blood trail behind. Numerous bandits were slaughtered by the heavy armored knights.

After all, with the exception of the bandits who possessed extraordinary physical attributes, the rest were just a motley crew formed by a bunch of Normies gathering together, at best. Even an ordinary knight would be able to kill them easily.

Old Wilson was completely enveloped by the flames. His gigantic stature was like a small giant; with every strike of his sword, followed by immeasurable amounts of flames, three to five bandits would lose their lives at Old Wilson's hands.

Because of that, Old Wilson soon reached the place where Commander Mance was being surrounded. He fixed his eyes on the great commander who had strange patterns drawn on his face.

"Where are my third and fourth brothers?"

When the big commander saw Old Wilson, he immediately guessed his identity and knew that he was the small aristocrat that he had instructed the Third and Fourth Commanders to block.

"They're already dead!"

Old Wilson answered coldly. There was a great aura of power around his body that went toward the Big Boss of the bandits oppressively. This was an ability that only Fourth-level Elemental Swordsmen possessed. Although Old Wilson was merely a Second-level Fire Swordsman, he was able to reach the peak of a Third-level Elemental Swordsman by coupling with the extraordinary strength he had been gifted with. Thus, he also possessed some imposing aura of oppression.

"Hmph, I underestimated you, but out of everything that you shouldn't have done, you shouldn't have come here to die!"

With a sharp flash of light in his eyes, the Big Boss pushed back with both his legs forcefully.

Bang.

It felt as though the entire surface of the ground was shaking. Using the force from that one kick, Big Boss's entire body crashed toward Old Wilson with a whizz, like a cannonball fired from cannon.

"Flame Cleave!"

Old Wilson let out a roar. The armor all over his body began to emit creaking noises; he was utilizing his power to the maximum, which caused his muscles to swell up. His armor was being spread open.

When Old Wilson engaged in battle, his body would practically be pulled up by a lot in a forceful manner. He was almost two meters tall and could inflict a great psychological shock on people just by standing still.

This was the real extraordinary gift, the real unlimited power, unlike Big Boss, who still retained the physique of a Normie even though he possessed great, superhuman strength.

The two men wielded their greatswords. In the blink of an eye, they brandished and moved them over a dozen times. Collisions between the blades emitted ear-piercing sounds.

Crack.

Both their greatswords shattered at the same time, breaking into few pieces as the blades were no longer able to withstand the terrible power of the other party. The two men were then left fighting barehanded, coming at each other in a series of crazy attacks.

Every punch unleashed by Old Wilson was shrouded in flames; like a god of fire, his force was unstoppable. On the other hand, Big Boss did not seem to be imposing or powerful, but he was exceedingly fast and his strength was great. The two of them clashed like a rock going against a rock; he was not at all inferior to Old Wilson.

"Haha, that's fun, let's go again!"

Old Wilson let out a great roar. It had been a long time since he had encountered an opponent who could go against his pure power and be equally matched, like two hard objects colliding against each other. His will to fight was raised up high; ignoring everything else, he and Big Boss got embroiled in battle.

Everywhere the two of them passed through, both bandits and heavy armored knights were either wounded or killed if they came into contact with them slightly. Therefore, everyone hurriedly backed off from wherever they were fighting.

Although Old Wilson and Big Boss's battle was difficult to finish, his heavy armored knights were no match at all for those bandits who had practiced the special posture.

There were four to five hundred of those bandits, with extremely powerful capabilities. By now, they had surrounded the heavy armored knights once more. If there was no other solution, the heavy armored knights would soon be completely destroyed.

The moment the heavy armored knights were annihilated, it would not be of any use even if Old Wilson was an equal match to the Big Boss of the bandits.

On a hill far away, Merlin stood in front of a horse carriage as he observed the battle at the foot of the hill carefully. The focus of his attention was the Big Boss of the bandits, who was fighting Old Wilson in a battle that was difficult to win to either side.

"As expected, there's no Elemental aura whatsoever, it's entirely the strength of his body… The mysterious relief sculptures must be on him."

Merlin's eyes narrowed slightly. He had sensed that the fiery aura on Old Wilson's body seemed to have weakened a great deal in a very short period of time, causing the power of Old Wilson's attacks to be weaker than before.

"When it comes to depletion, Father still needs to rely on the fire attributed Elements in his body that he has accumulated over days and months. He won't be able to persist for long at all, attacking in such a crazy manner. As for Big Boss, the strength in his body seems to be endless."

Merlin understood. If the two were to continue fighting, Old Wilson's defeat would be inevitable.

By then, Merlin finally decided to strike. He had had some concerns previously; if the Big Boss of the bandits was a Fourth-level Elemental Swordsman or higher, then it would cost Merlin some trouble to defeat this other party.

However, he had now discovered that the Big Boss of the bandits was more or less at the same level as Old Wilson. His overall strength could rival that of a Third-level Elemental Swordsman, which made him much easier to fight.

Thus, Merlin struck!

Merlin slowly walked down the slope of the hill alone, directly into the midst of the bandits. When some of the bandits saw Merlin, they immediately brandished their greatswords and swung them down without hesitation.

Crack, crack.

Before one of the bandits could bring his greatswords down, his entire body was already frozen in place. Still maintaining the pose of a man brandishing his greatsword, he was unmoving, looking like an ice sculpture that was true to life.

Merlin's footsteps did not falter. He walked into the midst of the bandits, as before. Not only that; several bandits were mysteriously frozen into ice sculptures wherever he went. It was extremely strange!

This weird situation caused many bandits to exchange looks; they did not dare to charge at Merlin again.

In his heart, Merlin was clear that he had just unleashed six Frost in just an instant, moments ago. He was lucky that the Spell Model for the Frost had accumulated a lot of Magic Power over a period of time. Only because of that, Merlin could squander them so recklessly.

Although it looked like he had spent his Magic Power lavishly, the effect was superb. At least, no more bandits dared to rush at Merlin.

"A Spell Caster!"

Big Boss had also noticed Merlin. After clashing forcefully against Old Wilson once more, he speedily retreated and increased the distance between him and Old Wilson, fixing his eyes upon Merlin vigilantly.

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