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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"Stop!"

Princess Charise who previously wanted to rush toward the bandits was shocked at Merlin's appearance, as well as the sight of all those bandits that were frozen into ice sculptures. Immediately, she commanded the team to stop moving forward

"A Spell Caster…"

Princess Charise muttered in a low voice. Being the royal princess, she had a certain understanding of both Spell Casters from the Kingdom of Blackmoon and Wizards from the Church of Light.

Moreover, there were still some Spell Casters hidden secretly among the royal family, such as Prince Frederick.

Princess Charise stroked the black ring on her finger gently. Prince Frederick was a powerful Spell Caster. He, whose identity remained hidden among the royal family, possessed a terrifying power.

It was also because of Prince Frederick's hindrance that Princess Charise and the others were able to escape Light City safely.

Because of the Church of Light, Spell Casters from the Kingdom of Blackmoon had been proclaimed as an evil heretic, an embodiment of terror, evil, and despicableness. However, here they were at the border between the Kingdom of Blackmoon and the Kingdom of Light. These bandits had encountered some powerful Spell Casters, hence they were no strangers to the latter.

Most bandits stopped what they were doing. Their faces full of fear as they looked at the ice sculptures around Merlin.

The Big Boss was still silently withdrawing, but Merlin who has been paying attention would never allow the other party to leave. Hence, in small, quick steps he approached the Big Boss.

Big Boss frowned, his face full of dread for what might happen. He said in a low voice, "Honourable Spell Caster, I don't know that you are among this troop. I am terribly sorry if I've offended you! I'll leave with my people immediately."

"Leave? You think so?"

Merlin took his time to approach the Big Boss.

Big Boss's expression changed, and suddenly he waved his hand in an exaggerated move. Immediately, several bandits rushed to his front. Still, he did not dare to loosen down. He asked in a deep voice, "Honourable Spell Caster, I don't know what is the relationship between you and these people, but once I order my men to attack, I am afraid that apart from you, the whole troop will not survive."

"Try it, then, and see if you stand a chance."

Merlin's calm eyes suddenly turned sharp.

"Frost!"

A group of ice crystals appeared on the body of the Big Boss as a dozen more bandits gathered in front of him simultaneously. Their physical qualities rivaled even First-level Elemental Swordsman.

"Father, now!"

Merlin shouted aloud. With a fierce wave of hands, he sent three balls of fire that flew quickly at bandits. When the fireballs blasted, strong flames burned continuously. The bandits immediately fell into chaos.

Old Wilson who grasped the meaning of Merlin's call quickly shouted. He resembled a humanoid beast as he waved his greatsword and rushed toward the Big Boss.

"Bang bang bang."

The frightening Old Wilson whose strength was infinitely close to the level of a Fourth-level Elemental Swordsman forcefully threw off several bandits who guarded in front of their Big Boss.

"Cracks."

Unbelievably, the ice crystal frozen on Big Boss cracked. His face was filled rapidly with redness. There were also bloodshot in his eyes. He shouted in a twisted grimace, "Haha, you can't ground me!"

Merlin narrowed his eyes slightly. Indeed, he had underestimated his opponent. A common beginner Elementary Swordsman could never have broken out of Merlin's Frost.

However, like Old Wilson, the Big Boss was infinitely close to the existence of a Fourth-level Elemental Swordsman. Ordinary Frost could limit his movement only for a while.

Big Boss struggled forcefully to shatter the ice crystal on his body. Immediately, he turned around, prepared to run frantically to the opposite direction.

"Large Frost!"

Merlin did not hesitate to release the Large Frost, which was several times stronger than ordinary Frost.

Big Boss had just lifted one foot when, almost instantaneously, he was covered by ice crystals. His whole body was completely frozen by thick ice crystals except for his head.

"Ah, break at once!"

Big Boss screamed hysterically. The blue veins on his forehead bulged, and his muscles seemed to expand to their limits. He had exhausted all his strength, wanting to break free from the ice crystals on his body.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the ice crystals on his body showed no sign of rupture.

"Swoosh."

Merlin accelerated and sent out more fireballs, one after another, despite this requiring a large consumption of Magic Power. They blasted around Big Boss to prevent other bandits from coming forward to rescue.

"Father, we want him alive."

Merlin blurted as he noticed Old Wilson approaching the Big Boss. He was afraid Old Wilson would lose control and kill the target.

Old Wilson came to the side of Big Boss who was frozen into ice crystals. He sneered and kicked the man in Merlin's direction.

"Swoosh."

A fireball emitting a horribly high heat appeared in front of the Big Boss instantly.

Merlin's mouth curled upward into a smile. He looked at Old Wilson who was still slashing the bandits and said calmly, "Big Boss, I think your men should stop the attack."

Big Boss's expression kept shifting like the clouds. As he felt the scorching temperature of the fireball floating in the space, he knew that he had no choice but to scream aloud. "Stop fighting at once. Second Commander, order the men to retreat!"

These bandits dared not defy the command of their Big Boss, and gradually retreated backward. Although, they did not move too far back, all the while keeping their glares at Old Wilson and others fiercely.

There were thousands of bandits, not including those fierce bandits whose bodies were comparable to those of the First-level Elemental Swordsmen. If they gathered and attacked, perhaps it would turn out as the Big Boss had mentioned earlier, that no one would be spared other than Merlin.

"Father, take him to the carriage."

Merlin let Old Wilson brought Big Boss to the carriage. The latter was frozen by the Large Frost. No matter how strong he was, he would not be able to break free in a short time.

Old Wilson then raised Big Boss and threw him into the carriage directly. Merlin followed closely and got into the carriage, while Old Wilson gathered the remaining black-armored knights and continued stood facing the thousands of bandits located not far away.

In the carriage, Merlin did not rush to speak. Instead, he just looked at Big Boss quietly. The latter could not help and finally broke the silence with a sneer. "You don't dare to kill me either. If I die, my men will tear you all into pieces!"

Merlin shook his head and smiled playfully. He said in a calm tone, "It seems that you still don't understand the current situation. Your immediate man, that leader, is not content with his lot. Perhaps, he wishes for your death even more so than myself!"

The expression of the Big Boss changed and fell gradually.

After what seemed like a long time, the Big Boss finally asked in a hoarse voice, "What do you want?"

Big Boss eventually understood that this mysterious Spell Caster in front of him was hoping to obtain something from him.

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Chapter 65: Deal II

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Merlin gave a slight smile before gently opening his palm, revealing a relief sculpture in his hand.

Shivers went down Big Boss's spine as he stared at the relief sculpture in Merlin's hand.

The shocked look on Big Boss's face already told Merlin the answer. With that, he asked nonchalantly, "You should know this relief sculpture?"

Big Boss finally recovered from his surprise after a long time. His expression eased down when he looked at Merlin again. Before, he had no idea what Merlin's purpose was; now that he knew Merlin only wanted the relief sculpture, it set his mind at rest. At the very least, Merlin would not cause him harm until he obtained his goal.

"I didn't expect you to also have a relief sculpture. I assume you've noticed the strange posture on it?"

Big Boss stopped speaking for a while as he scanned Merlin up and down with his eyes. However, one's physical state would not change significantly even after practicing the posture on mysterious relief sculpture. Therefore, Big Boss was not able to figure out Merlin's physical quality.

"I do have these relief sculptures. Three of them! I've them kept in a secret place. If you let me go, I can exchange one of mine with yours."

Big Boss collected himself and began to bargain with Merlin.

Merlin shook his head and said in his usual calm voice, "I never thought of killing you. To do that will end up with your bandits killing my entire troop. A battle that even I can't win! My 'invitation' to you over here was only to make a deal."

As soon as his voice ended, several fireballs appeared within Merlin's hands. They began to float around Big Boss. The high heat emitted gradually melted the ice crystals that trapped the man.

Frozen ice crystals quickly turned into water droplets. Big Boss stretched himself slightly. It seemed he was not very much affected by it.

However, he did not leave. Instead, he continued sitting opposite Merlin. His eager eyes glanced at the relief sculpture in Merlin's hands from time to time. He was dreaded to obtain that relief sculpture in Merlin's hands, as it could enhance his physical quality.

"I want all three of your relief sculptures!"

Merlin announced eventually. His unexpected request astounded Big Boss, who later sneered, "Honourable Spell Caster, although you've just let me go, and my life is in your hands at any time, but don't you think your request to exchange a relief sculpture with three of mine is rather ridiculous?"

Big Boss clenched his fist, and his whole body went on the alert. He would definitely go all out if Merlin wanted to start a fight again.

"I can make you a Spell Caster!"

Merlin said softly. However, these words which carried the weight of feathers landed like a deafening thunder in Big Boss's ears. He felt as if he has been struck by the lighting.

"What did you say?"

"I can make you a Spell Caster!"

Merlin repeated himself. The composed Big Boss just seconds ago was already shaking slightly. His fists were still clenched tightly, as he could not restrain his inner excitement.

"My name is Gulliver Keane!"

Big Boss suddenly stood up. His face was a little flushed because of his boiling excitement.

"You've got yourself a deal!"

Big Boss Gulliver Keane agreed to Merlin's conditions without any hesitation. Keane also expressed his sincerity to Merlin by immediately revealing his real name.

A Spell Caster mastered extraordinary power! Keane was definitely clear about this. He who loitered actively on the border of the Kingdom of Blackmoon all these years had surely heard numerous rumors about the Spell Casters.

At the moment, even though his physical quality has reached the terrifying peak of Third-level Elemental Swordsman with the help of these three mysterious relief sculptures, he was still easily subdued by Merlin. This also further proved the power of a Spell Caster.

Being able to become a Spell Caster was something Keane would have never imagine. Now he was being offered such an opportunity only at the cost of exchanging three relief sculptures. He had long memorized those postures on the three relief sculptures in his mind. In fact, they were of not much use to him anymore.

"Spell Caster…"

Keane stood up, wanting to say something, but felt slightly embarrassed as he realized he did not know Merlin's name.

"Wilson Merlin!"

Merlin finished his sentenced.

"Merlin, my three reliefs are kept hidden in a secret place. Do you want to go with me, or wait here as I pick them up?"

Big Boss Keane turned around to ask after he jumped off the carriage.

Merlin thought for a moment before replying, "I'll go with you."

Keane smiled. Of course, he knew that Merlin still had some concerns. Besides, he would not dare to have any extraordinary behavior if Merlin followed along.

"Alright, let's go."

Keane nodded and led the way at the front. He waved slightly at the Second Commander of the bandits. The man hesitated for a second but eventually came forward with a few other bandits.

"Merlin, what're you doing?"

Old Wilson frowned and asked in a puzzled tone as he noticed Merlin was actually letting the bandits' leader off.

Merlin could not explain in detail. Hence, he brushed him off with a simple reply, "Father, this is a misunderstanding. I will first leave with Keane, and explain to you in detail when I get back."

After that, Moss hopped on the carriage behind Big Boss Keane and slowly drove to the bandits.

Merlin has not yet learned to ride horses. In the process of fleeing, Merlin had felt a lot of inconvenience because of this. He secretly made up his mind that he must learn how to ride after settling down in the Kingdom of Blackmoon.

"Stop right there!"

Merlin drew the curtain at the sound of that angry yell. Prince Benin from Firebird Knights was blocking himself in front of Big Boss Gulliver Keane.

His face was filled with rage. He pointed a finger at Keane and shouted, "You despicable bandits want to leave now after killing so many of my knights? Deputy Commander Wayne, kill these mean and shameless bandits immediately!"

Big Boss Keane glanced at Merlin and noticed that Merlin's expression had not changed. He could not help but sneer. "What an idiot!"

He then ignored Prince Benin and quickly returned to the bandits.

Merlin also shook his head helplessly. He shifted his attention to Princess Charise. Prince Benin was still a naive child who knew nothing, but Princess Charise should be well aware that Big Boss Keane was a captive of Merlin's, not of the royal family.

Princess Charise bit her lip tightly. She knew that Merlin had definitely reached an agreement with the bandits' leader without taking the royal family into consideration.

At the thought of this, Princess Charise took a deep breath and gradually calmed her mind. She was not Prince Benin. It was clear that their current situation was actually extremely dangerous. Their troops of 800 Firebird Knights was only left with 400. Besides, many of them were wounded, so there was not much combat power.

Hence, their priority now should be to settle down in the Kingdom of Blackmoon as soon as possible.

"Baron Wilson, thank you very much for saving us! However, we'll not stay any longer as we have a long journey ahead of us. Please forgive us!"

Princess Charise bit her lip again as she suppressed her anger. She did not look at Merlin at all, but took the remaining Firebird Knights and left quickly.

'It's good for them to leave, as it means one less trouble for me.'

Merlin glanced at Old Wilson. He did not care much about the departure of Princess Charise and others. Merlin was glad that they had taken the initiative to leave because that meant he did not have to worry about Old Wilson insisting in escorting the royal members to the Kingdom of Blackmoon.

Therefore, Merlin ordered Moss to move the carriage. They followed closely behind a large number of bandits and gradually drifted away to the distance.

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Chapter 66: Deal III

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Merlin sat in the carriage. Although his eyes were closed, his Mind Power was expanded out there, inspecting Big Boss Keane's every move. Once the other party made any strange movement, Merlin was definite that man would be killed in an instant.

However, he had already lured him with the temptation of "becoming a Spell Caster," something he believed Keane would never refuse. Moreover, Keane did have the qualifications to become a Spell Caster.

Merlin had long realized that anyone who was able to see the strange postures on those mysterious relief sculptures possessed extraordinary Mind Power than other people, and that was one of the most important conditions for becoming a Spell Caster.

As long as one's Mind Power reached the required qualifications for becoming a Spell Caster, the person could try constructing Spell Model in their Awareness with Mind Power. Once successful, the person could then become a Spell Caster.

Big Boss Keane possessed such qualifications. His Mind Power was actually even greater than Merlin's before he turned into a Spell Caster.

Using a Spell Model in exchange for three mysterious relief sculptures, coupled with the possibility of resolving a crisis for the entire troop – the deal was indeed worthy.

Otherwise, even if Merlin could kill Big Boss Keane, he could not handle the thousands of bandits left behind. Especially those bandits to whom Keane had taught the strange postures on the relief sculptures. They were more powerful than Old Wilson's knights and were difficult to deal with.

Brief moments later, the bandits arrived at a massive valley surrounded by mountains and water. Its environment was very suitable for living.

There were several simple wooden houses in the valley, as well as numerous caves of different sizes. Old people, women, and children shuffled around the valley. The whole valley appeared like a thriving little village.

As the many bandits returned to the valley, many women stepped forward and looked at the crowd to see if their husbands were well.

This was nothing like a bandit's' lair. It resembled more like a peaceful, quiet village.

"What do you think? It took me five years to build it!"

Keane revealed a hint of pride in his face as they looked at the busy scene under the valley.

"Not bad. Those elite bandits and knights have physical qualities comparable to First-level Elemental Swordsmen. Was it you who taught them the posture on the relief sculptures?"

Merlin had high regards to those four or five hundred extraordinary bandits, whose physical qualities were on par to that of a First-level Elemental Swordsman. Even the Firebird Legion at its peak had no more than a thousand Elemental Swordsmen greater than the First-level.

Keane looked at Merlin, his eyes showing deep emotion as he whispered. "That's right, I've carefully selected these people. I only taught them one set of posture, hence they can just cultivate to the level of a First-level Elemental Swordsman. On the other hand, those who are more talented and more loyal, I will teach them two sets of posture, so that their physical qualities rival a Second-level Element Swordsman. It's with their force that the Hurricane Bandits run wild in this area. No other bandits gang is able to compete with us."

Merlin nodded. These rabbles not equipped with many armors were invincible in this area by relying on just those five hundred bandits endowed with a force comparable to First-level Elemental Swordsmen. Even a heavy armored knight troop specifically trained by Old Wilson could not stand as their opponent.

"Do you know the origins of the relief sculptures you obtained?"

Merlin continued asking.

Keane frowned and shook his head. "I retrieved these relief sculptures by chance. I only know they're probably relics from the Molta Empire. I don't know the specifics."

The Molta Empire had always remained a mystery. It unified the whole continent but was later overturned within a night. It seemed that no one knew the reason for the collapse of this huge empire.

Moreover, more ideas developed in Merlin's mind now that he saw these relief sculptures and the five hundred powerful bandits.

These relief sculptures were the product of the Molta Empire. If every ordinary soldier of the Molta Empire had practiced the postures of those relief sculptures and possessed the strength of First-level Elemental Swordsmen, Second-level Elemental Swordsmen, and even Third-level Elemental Swordsmen, they would have thousands of soldiers comparable to the powerful Elemental Swordsmen. With such an army, it was not unbelievable that the Molta Empire could unify the entire continent.

However, why would a strong empire that was too mighty to even imagine been overturned in a short period of time? There were even many historical rumors that mentioned the Molta Empire collapsed almost overnight.

What actually happened? What kind of force had led to the collapse of the Molta Empire overnight?

"Come with me, the relief sculptures are stored in the place I live."

Merlin shook his head slightly, as if to dismiss the doubts and puzzles about the collapse of the Molta Empire from his mind, and followed behind Keane closely.

Keane lived in a massive cave. There were traces of artificial excavation in it. The exterior environment looked peaceful and quiet, with no one around. It seemed that Keane has made some arrangements for the place to receive only Merlin and Keane.

"Please take a seat!"

After Merlin sat down, Keane turned around and entered a room in the cave. It took him a while to reappear, but when he did, he was holding three relief sculptures in his hands.

Keane put the relief sculptures on the stone table, allowing Merlin to examine them.

"Sure enough, they are the same type of relief sculptures!"

A hint of sparkle flashed across Merlin's eyes. He picked up one of the relief sculptures and gently stroked it with his hand. His vision became blurred and was covered with an illusion. Only to his eyes, some strange postures began to surface on the relief sculptures. They appeared quite different from the postures that Merlin had practiced before.

This time, he did not dwell too long in the "illusion." With Merlin's current Mind Power, he was able to regain consciousness from the "illusion" at any time.

"As part of the deal, this relief sculpture is for you."

Merlin also handed his relief sculpture over to Keane.

Keane narrowed his eyes slightly but he was not anxious to pick up the relief sculpture on the table. Instead, he looked at Merlin with eager eyes. "Merlin, you mentioned that you can make me a Spell Caster…"

Obtaining another relief sculpture would allow Keane the strength to cross a big realm to be on par to compete with a Fourth-level Elemental Swordsman. His strength would multiply, but that seemed to be less alluring than the idea of him becoming a Spell Caster.

"The key to becoming a Spell Caster relies on Mind Power and Spell Model. You already equip sufficient Mind Power, as for the Spell Model…"

Merlin trailed off for a while and finally took out the Whirlwind's Spell Model from old man Etha's Spell Manual. He spoke without much interest, "Here's Whirlwind's Spell Model. It's only a Zero-level spell. If you can construct the Spell Model into the Awareness, then you can become a Spell Caster!"

"Spell Model!"

Keane's eyes were glued to the Spell Model on the table. Even his voice trembled a little because of overwhelming excitement.

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Chapter 67: The Kingdom of Blackmoon I

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"Swoosh!"

A whirlwind appeared out of thin air. Some dust and gravel were caught into it, whistling and rotating constantly.

Big Boss Keane beamed with joy. This was his first time casting a spell.

The whirlwind dissipated quickly as Keane was so overwhelmed with excitement that he did not control his Mind Power carefully. However, he did not care. He could practice slowly in the future as long as the Spell Model did not collapse in his Awareness.

"Not bad, you've gotten hold the basics of Whirlwind. You're now an Entrance-level Spell Caster. You only need to increase your Mind Power continuously and practice on more Zero-level spells to enhance your strength!"

Merlin said with indifference. He had spent a day here explaining to Keane the general knowledge of a Spell Caster and certain aspects that needed more attention. Then, he successfully helped Keane to construct Whirlwind's Spell Model in his Awareness.

"It's time for me to leave!"

Merlin stood up after seeing that Keane had completely mastered Whirlwind. The deal between them was completed, and both parties had benefited tremendously.

Keane looked at Merlin and thought for a while before offering, "I'll send you a team as an escort if you're going to the Kingdom of Blackmoon. You'll not encounter any more bandits along the way with the presence of the Hurricane Bandits."

Merlin nodded in agreement. Although they could definitely take down common bandits with the strength of Old Wilson's knight, encountering great numbers of bandits along the journey would be troublesome anyhow. Naturally, it would be better if they could avoid the problem altogether.

Later, the team of twenty knights sent by Keane waved the flags of Hurricane Bandits proudly in the air, and made their loud departure as they escorted Merlin out from the valley…"Father, will Merlin be in danger?"

Macy was practicing her swordsmanship. She wiped the sweat off her face and asked in a low voice.

After the unexpected change of events in Blackwater City, Macy truly felt how weak she was, hence she was impatient and spent all her time in practicing her swordsmanship. However, the more eager she was, the lesser amount of Fire Elements were absorbed into her body.

Naturally, Old Wilson understood Macy's anxiety, but right now he was not able to teach Macy properly. He could only wait until they settled down in the Kingdom of Blackmoon before he could direct Macy's cultivation in the right direction.

"Wilson, is Merlin going to be okay?"

Baron Parman also asked with slight concern.

Old Wilson's expression was unchanged as he replied calmly, "There should be no problem. There's nothing we can do but wait. If Merlin still has not return tomorrow –"

Before his words were finished, the knight in charge of the vigil rushed forward to report, "Lord Baron, Young Master Merlin is back."

Sure enough, when Old Wilson looked to the said direction, Moss was slowly bringing the carriage to a stop. Though, behind the carriage were twenty bandits.

Merlin alighted from the carriage, looking the same as before he left. Old Wilson quickly came to Merlin and murmured as he looked at the twenty bandits, "Merlin, what are these bandits doing here?"

Merlin did not answer but whispered back, "Father, I'll give you a detailed explanation regarding this."

Later, Merlin asked for Commander Prat. He and a dozen knights were ordered to surround the carriage so no one would come forward to disrupt.

Inside the carriage, the expression on Old Wilson's face grew even more concerned. He knew that it must be some matter of great importance since Merlin was being so cautious.

"Merlin, what actually happened?"

Old Wilson, who had always maintained a composed manner, finally felt uncertain about this.

Merlin took out three relief sculptures from his arms and placed them in front of Old Wilson. He then asked in a hoarse voice, "Father, don't you ever wonder how those bandits become so strong? Their physical qualities rival those of First-level Elemental Swordsmen, and the leader of the bandits is even powerful enough to stand as equal with you?"

Old Wilson was confused regarding this matter for a long while, but he did not know what the specific reason was. Now that Merlin mentioned, an idea flashed in his mind as his eyes swept pass the three relief sculptures in front of him.

"Is it because of these relief sculptures?"

Old Wilson asked in confusion. He picked up the relief sculptures, turned them over and examined for a while, but found nothing special.

"Father, an average person can't discover the secrets of these relief sculptures. Only people with strong innate Mind Power can realize the mystery! Each piece of these relief sculptures contains a set of strange postures. Practicing these postures with perseverance will increase one's physical quality to rival even the Elemental Swordsmen!"

As soon as Merlin's voice faded, Old Wilson's face changed. Only now did he know these small relief sculptures in front of him had such a huge effect.

If one piece of relief sculpture meant the possibility of becoming a First-level Elemental Swordsman, then two pieces, three pieces or even more, coupled with the pure body strength, could make one completely comparable to those powerful Elemental Swordsmen.

The value contained in these relief sculptures was priceless. It might cause an immediate uproar if the news was leaked. Old Wilson was an excellent soldier. Naturally, he realized the military value of these relief sculptures.

"These relief sculptures belong to those bandits?"

Old Wilson could not resist his curiosity.

Merlin nodded in reply. "Yes, I exchange these relief sculptures with the bandits with a Spell Model. It was a fair deal! The people outside are the bandits instructed by their leader to handle the small bandits we might encounter along the way. They can guarantee us a smooth and pleasant journey to the Kingdom of Blackmoon."

Old Wilson said nothing but sat there as if in a trance. Even though he had experienced numerous peculiar things in his life, this was the first time he heard of such a magical thing in the world.

Elemental Swordsmen constituted the foundation of a kingdom. They represented the pillar strength! However, it was not simple to cultivate an Elemental Swordsman. Naturally-born talents were fundamental. Without an elemental affinity, one could never be an Elemental Swordsman.

However, the postures on this mysterious relief sculptures did not require any elemental affinity. Any ordinary people, like Big Boss Keane of the bandits, could practice it. In a short period of time, he managed to train 500 hundred bandits who were equally strong in strength as First-level Elemental Swordsmen. His men made a clean sweep of all the bandits in this area and eventually became a tremendous force.

These are all thanks to the mysterious relief sculptures.

If such powerful relief sculptures were passed on, those Elemental Swordsmen would no longer be the backbone of the army, and the entire continent might encounter a massive change.

These relief sculptures might bring forth an intimidating change. It was no wonder Merlin was being extra cautious.

"Merlin, always bring these relief sculptures with you. Never pass them onto others, and never mention this again."

Old Wilson finally spoke after a long time.

A smile washed over Merlin's face, and he nodded. "Father, be rest assured, I'm well aware of the importance of these relief sculptures. That's why I'm going to pass all these relief sculptures, a total of four sets of postures, to you, Father. After settling down in the Kingdom of Blackmoon, you can choose whomever you want to pass on these four set of postures to."

Merlin had high expectations. When Old Wilson mastered these four postures, with his natural innate talents, his strength would increase to an unbelievably strong level. This could ensure Wilson house would not decline when the time comes for Merlin to leave the family.

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Chapter 68: The Kingdom of Blackmoon II

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Ravens Castle located in the Kingdom of Blackmoon was an enormous military fortress. The population used to be scarce, but recently, Ravens Castle was visited by many people.

These were the people who escaped from the Kingdom of Light. Some were refugees, some were businessmen, some were small aristocrats; all of them wanted to make their way into Ravens Castle.

That was because Ravens Castle was the only entrance leading to the Kingdom of Blackmoon. Otherwise, they would have to go through thousands of miles of deserted mountains.

The deserted mountains contained with them all sorts of dangers. Almost no one had crossed the barren mountains to get into the Kingdom of Blackmoon. Therefore, the deserted mountains became a natural barrier between the Kingdom of Blackmoon and the Kingdom of Light.

However, it was not easy to enter the Kingdom of Blackmoon through Ravens Castle either. Everyone must pay the required amount of gold coins before they were allowed to pass through. On the other hand, those dressed in ruin and had not enough gold coins were denied entry and held up outside.

These refugees either returned to the Kingdom of Light or waited endlessly for the day Ravens Castle might grant free entry for all until they eventually died in front of Ravens Castle.

"Hey, look, there's a troop of knights with numerous horse carriages. Hehe, there's even heavy armored knights… Seems like they're from an affluent house. We can definitely rip them off with a huge deal later!"

Some of the guards in Ravens Castle noticed a huge fleet in the distance dressed in bright, shiny armors that came with numerous carriages. From experience, they knew they could rip this other wealthy family off for passing through Ravens Castle.

The troop approached Ravens Castle in a steady motion. It was headed by a sturdy middle-aged man who frowned at the sight of Ravens Castle and waved for the troop to stop.

"Father, why did you stop?"

Merlin jumped off from the carriage and walked to the side of Old Wilson.

The troop that the guards were eyeing on was indeed Old Wilson's troop of nearly two thousand people. After spending three to four days of long journey, they finally arrived at the border of the Kingdom of Blackmoon.

The bandits that escorted Merlin had left. According to the information they provided, the only way to enter the Kingdom of Blackmoon was through Ravens Castle.

Merlin noticed a fortress not far away and assumed that must be Ravens Castle that the bandits mentioned. As long as they passed through Ravens Castle, they would be finally safe, and no longer have to worry about the pursuit from the Church of Light.

Old Wilson pointed at Ravens Castle and said in a deep voice, "Merlin, we must remove our armors and weapons in order to enter Ravens Castle. We're a large troop, and our combat power will be drastically reduced without weapons and armor. We'll be in a difficult situation if something unfortunate happens."

Merlin looked toward the direction of Old Wilson's finger and noticed that, indeed, several knights were removing their armor and weapons before entering Ravens Castle.

It was not difficult to understand. The Kingdom of Blackmoon would never allow a large number of armed personnel to pass through Ravens Castle. They would be inflicting troubles on themselves if these people were sent by the church.

"Father, we certainly can't have our large troop bring in armor and weapons. We have no choice but to unload them first, and then find another way upon entering Ravens Castle."

Merlin thought for a moment but could not come up with a better solution. They had to bear patiently for the better good.

"Well, Merlin, Baron Parman, the three of us can go ahead first."

Therefore, Old Wilson urged Prat to look after the troop. Along with Baron Parman and Merlin, the group of three headed for Ravens Castle to get a hold of the situation.

The castle guards that have long noticed Merlin and the others immediately barred them aside, then announced in a cold tone, "Leave the horse, remove your armors and weapons, and then pay ten gold coins for each person as entrance fee!"

Old Wilson and Baron Parman's face fell simultaneously. To remove armor and weapons was not impossible, even if the whole troop of nearly two thousand people had to pay the fees of 20,000 gold coins in total, that was also not a problem to the wealthy Wilson family and Parman family.

However, to leave behind the horses? That exceeded their limit. Without horses, how should they ride their carriages? Were they supposed to let the ladies travel on foot?

Besides, without the horses, this massive troop consisted of two thousand people would move extremely slow, not to mention the problems and tricky situation that would arise along the route.

That idea made Merlin frowned.

"Even the horses? But why did that knight that passed through earlier didn't leave his horse behind?"

Baron Parman tried to press down the boiling anger beneath his skin and asked in a hoarse voice.

Those guards threw a sideways glance at Baron Parman and sneered, "He was alone. Besides, he's an Elemental Swordsman, so he's allowed to keep the horse."

"You mean, Elemental Swordsmen can keep their horse?"

A guard shifted his attention to Merlin and nodded. "That's right. Not only Elemental Swordsmen can keep their horse, they can enter right through Ravens Castle in their armors and weapons."

Merlin and Old Wilson exchanged glances and nodded slightly at each other. Perhaps the Kingdom of Blackmoon was trying to encourage the influx of Elemental Swordsmen from the Kingdom of Light. After all, the Kingdom of Blackmoon and the Kingdom of Light was still in hostility. If they could attract more Elemental Swordsmen, which were the opposition's strongest military force, that would definitely deal a blow to the Kingdom of Light.

The only thing was, even if Old Wilson and the others would be grant entry, not every person among the two thousand people were Elemental Swordsmen.

"We can leave behind armors and weapons, even the gold coins are not a problem, but can we keep the horses? We have a massive troop, after all. Without horses, we'll encounter many difficulties even if we manage to pass through Ravens Castle."

Merlin said to the guards in Ravens Castle calmly. The guards looked at the huge fleet stopped in the distance, and the corners of their mouths curled up into smiles. They also pressed down their voice, "Actually, you can keep your horses, though at the price of sixty gold coins per horse. You can bring your horses along by paying sixty gold coins per person."

"What? Sixty gold coins?"

Old Wilson's expression changed immediately. Simultaneously, Imposing Aura and sparks of flames appeared around his body.

If they had to pay the insane amount of sixty gold coins per person, that would mean a total of 120,000 gold coins for the troop of nearly two thousand people. Although the Parman family and the Wilson family were wealthy, 120,000 gold coins was an astronomical figure far exceeded their family properties.

"What are you doing? Want to attack the fortress?"

Old Wilson's natural burly built was already intimidating. As he released the Imposing Aura, the guards of Ravens Castle immediately became nervous.

Therefore, on top of Ravens Castle, a team of guards appeared within seconds, densely packed around the entire fortress. The heavy crossbows in their hands aiming accurately at Old Wilson, Merlin, and the others. In an instant, the atmosphere in the air tensed up.

Merlin looked up at the guards on the fortress, and his face revealed a slight sense of helplessness. A military fortress as such was itself a terrifying war machine. Although Old Wilson once said that powerful Spell Caster could destroy a military fortress alone, Merlin still had not possessed such ability for now. Even he could not handle if these many arrows shoot across the sky.

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Chapter 69: The Kingdom of Blackmoon III

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The guards in front of Ravens Castle sneered as they saw Merlin and others stand there motionless. "This is Ravens Castle, the Kingdom of Blackmoon! Yesterday, there were even some people that came claiming to be royal prince and princess. Hah, in the end, they still paid us gold coins obediently just to pass through here. Either leave the horse or pay the gold coins. There is no other choice!"

Old Wilson and Baron Parman were furious. They stared hard at these guards, but they were still rational enough to not start a fight. In front of such a military fortress, let alone a thousand knights, even tens of thousands of well-equipped, well-trained knights, were unlikely to succeed in taking down this heavily guarded military fortress.

Merlin was reduced to no options, so he whispered to Old Wilson, "Father, let's go back to the troop for a more comprehensive discussion."

Hence, Old Wilson and the others returned to the troop.

Merlin took the lead and spoke, "We're never going to surrender the horses. It seems that Princess Charise and her troops have also paid the required gold coins to the guards so they could bring their horses through Ravens Castle. If there is no other way, we have no choice but to work hard to gather 120,000 gold coins…"

After a while, Old Wilson whispered, "I've spent almost all of the taxes collected from my territory on the heavy armor knight troop. Right now, Wilson family can only contribute 40,000 gold coins at most!"

Merlin frowned slightly. The entire Wilson family's income was supported only by the taxation on the territory, and almost half of the taxes had been used by Old Wilson to train the heavy armor knight troop. Hence, several years down the road, the wealth of the Wilson family was left with only a small amount.

"Baron Parman, how much can you contribute?"

Merlin looked at Baron Parman who later forced a smile. "I can contribute slightly more, but only 60,000 gold coins at most. It's still far away from 120,000 gold coins!"

The gap of 20,000 gold coins was, indeed, not a small amount.

"What should we do?"

Merlin was really out of ideas. 20,000 gold coins were not a small number. Besides, even if they managed to gather the required amount, how were they going to support the daily life after nearly two thousand people after arriving at the Kingdom of Blackmoon?

On the other side of the coin, they only needed to pay 20,000 gold coins if they surrender the horses. However, without horses, the traveling speed of the large troop would be unimaginably slow and might possibly cause numerous other incidents to arise later.

Forcing their way through Ravens Castle was an even more whimsical idea. Even tens of thousands of elite knights were not necessarily strong enough to break through a terrifying military fortress such as Ravens Castle, let alone their troop of thousand knights.

"If there is really no other way, I might have to return along the same path we came from, and finally exchange some gold coins with Keane using another Spell Model."

Merlin felt extremely helpless. Since he arrived in this world, he had never been worried about money. Never had he expected to fall to the point where he had to exchange a Spell Model with bandits for some gold coins.

"Don't worry, you guys should wait here for a few days while I go back to the bandits -"

Merlin narrowed his eyes slightly before he could finish his sentence. He noticed a large number of knights appearing outside of Ravens Castle. There was about a thousand of them, well-equipped, gradually moving towards Ravens Castle.

After seeing these knights, those guards in Ravens Castle hurriedly went forward to greet them respectfully. "Dear my lord, Lady Countess just sent someone to ask about Your Lordship, it seems like an urgency that requires Your Lordship to head back quickly."

"Alright."

The troop was headed by a count, which seemed like an important figure of Ravens Castle. These guards who treated the count with utmost respect immediately opened the gates of the fortress.

"Maybe there is a way…"

Merlin's eyes lit up as he said to Old Wilson and Baron Parman, "Wait here for a minute, I will come back soon. Hopefully with a solution to our obstacle."

After saying that, Merlin walked straight toward the big number of knights.

"Honourable Count, my lord!"

A strong-built count dressed in bright, shiny armor turned his head around at the direction of the unfamiliar voice. He then frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

It was Merlin. He raised his head fearlessly at the count who had just spoken. "Honourable Count, I'm Wilson Merlin, who had just escaped from the Kingdom of Light with my family. However, we've encountered a little trouble at Ravens Castle. If my lord will be so generous to lend us a helping hand, in return, my lord will have me as your friend!"

"A friendship with a fallen nobleman who's on the flee?"

The count laughed immediately as he looked at Old Wilson and other people in the distance. Small aristocrats like Merlin that tried to escape from the Kingdom of Light were so common recently that he had already become accustomed to them.

"Yes, that's right! A friendship with a Spell Caster!"

Merlin rested his hand on his chest and bowed slightly, but on his face was still his usual composed, calm look.

"Spell Caster?"

The smile on the count's face froze in an instant. Then, the expression turned into something strange and undecipherable, as if it was an emotion filled with disbelief and absurdity.

"Click."

Merlin smiled faintly, then extended his finger and pointed toward the count's hand. The big sword in the count's hand was immediately frozen by a thick layer of ice crystals in the blink of an eye.

The knights around the count became nervous. An earthy-yellow colored light even flashed around several knights. Those were the light of Earth Elements.

The strong aura clearly revealed they were Earth Swordsman that reached the peak of Third-level.

"Relax, Commander Bain. This is a respected Spell Caster!"

Lord Count recollected his thoughts and ordered his knights to stop. Then, he looked at Merlin with a smile on his face and announced aloud, "Dear Spell Caster, welcome to Ravens Castle in the Kingdom of Blackmoon! Unexpectedly, in a barbaric kingdom like the Kingdom of Light, there exists also Spell Caster who pursues true knowledge."

After a pause, the count turned to look at Old Wilson in the distance and somehow guessed what was going on. "Wizard Merlin, I, Beckens Phuman, sincerely invite you and your family to be a guest in my residence!"

"I'm grateful, my lord, for the invitation!"

Merlin finally felt slightly relieved. Before he came to the Kingdom of Blackmoon, he knew that this was the holy land of Spell Casters. Numerous Spell Casters lived in the eastern realm represented by the Kingdom of Blackmoon. It was only in this land where people were respectful and tolerant to Spell Casters could they give birth to tremendously-powerful Spell Casters.

Judging from the attitude of Count Phuman, Merlin roughly guessed that Spell Casters were indeed well respected in the Kingdom of Blackmoon. They were able to enjoy all kinds of privileges that even in a sense, their identity almost equivalent to a noble title.

With the nod of approval of Count Phuman, the guards of Ravens Castle naturally did not dare to trouble Merlin and others anymore. Therefore, after Old Wilson and the others removed most of their weapons and armors, they followed behind Phuman's knights and finally passed through Ravens Castle successfully.

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Chapter 70: Plans I

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Merlin and the rest of the troop followed Count Phuman's knights through Ravens Castle into a small town inhabited only by soldiers. This site which was built specially to provide supply for Ravens Castle had war supplies scattered everywhere.

The legendary heretic kingdom – the barbaric, evil, and the horrible Kingdom of Blackmoon was now in front of Merlin and the others. Old Wilson, who had remained silent, appeared solemn, but Merlin noticed from his gaze that the complex surges of emotions must have emerged in his heart.

After all, Old Wilson had once participated in the extremely difficult and cruel Slaughterhouse battle and fought against the heretics of the Kingdom of Blackmoon for several years. However, here he was now, embarking on a journey to the heretic land. It was not surprising for him to experience feelings of uncertainty and change in the heart.

Apart from Old Wilson, the others such as Macy, Big-breasted Madam, and Avril were curious and found everything exciting and interesting. They drew their curtains to check out the new environment eagerly.

Count Phuman's knights gradually began to leave after returning to the small town. When they finally arrived at a white castle, there were only a hundred guards left with the count.

"Commander Bain, please help Wizard Merlin's family to settle down."

Count Phuman nodded slightly at Merlin with a smile. "Wizard Merlin, that's my castle in front, please come in!"

Old Wilson suddenly spoke in a deep voice, "Merlin, will you be safe?"

"Father, we're at the Kingdom of Blackmoon, the holy land of Spell Casters. Don't worry, nothing bad will happen to me. You should all go to rest, and we'll start planning for the next step when I return."

Merlin followed Count Phuman into the castle after reassuring Old Wilson.

There were many knights in Count Phuman's castle, making the atmosphere rather tense and murderous. Merlin explored the surrounding with his Mind Power and noticed there were more powerful knights watching his every move in the dark.

However, what confused Merlin was that he did not sense any other Spell Casters' Mind Power around. Old Wilson once mentioned that Spell Casters regularly stationed in some military fortresses at the Kingdom of Blackmoon but Merlin did not find any Spell Caster since he entered Count Phuman's castle.

He followed Count Phuman into the grand hall, and soon, the warmth from the fireplace filled the entire hall.

Count Phuman took off his heavy armor and sat on a wooden chair with ease. He waved at Merlin and said, "Be my guest, Wizard Merlin, please take a seat."

As soon as Merlin sat down, the maidservants in the castle brought in small cups of viscous soup. Some black leaves and pieces of strange objects looked like fish scales floated on the surface. Soon, a scent of fish filled the warm air.

Count Phuman smiled as he picked up the cup. "Wizard Merlin, try Ravens Castle's specialty – the icefish soup."

Count Phuman tilted his head backward and gulped down the soup in one gulp. He heaved a sigh of relief, though his face showed an unsatisfying pleasure.

Merlin was not interested in such a strange-looking soup, but he could not help to be curious when he saw Count Phuman's indulgence in it. Hence, his curiosity made him take the cup and sip on it.

The first taste of the icefish soup was slightly sour but the aftertaste was an unexpected burst of sweetness on the tip of the tongue. When the fish soup went down the throat, a warm feeling quickly rose and spread rapidly in his entire body. It tasted so good that one could not help but felt comfortable.

Merlin finished the soup in the cup with his eyes closed. Finally, he expressed his admiration, "Not bad at all, this icefish soup is really wonderful."

Naturally, there was a massive difference in the cuisine of a foreign country.

Count Phuman felt his body warmed up after drinking the icefish soup. Then, he asked casually, "Wizard Merlin, I can only imagine how difficult it must have been on your journey to Ravens Castle. What kind of plans do you have for the future?"

"My plans?"

Merlin thought for a moment before replying, "The main priority is to settle down before considering anything else."

It was primordial to settle down in a foreign country and become familiar with the environment.

A hint of brilliance flashed across Count Phuman's eyes. He suddenly lowered his voice and asked, "Wizard Merlin, you should be a free wizard! Why don't you join me in Ravens Castle and station here? There must also be some powerful Elemental Swordsmen in your family who can also join Ravens Castle. I give you my word that your family will definitely have a comfortable life in Ravens Castle."

"Join the army? My dear Count Phuman, I'm really sorry. Right now, we only want to settle down in the Kingdom of Blackmoon. Moreover, we've just experienced some tough battles in the Kingdom of Light, hence, my family and I do not wish to join the army at the moment."

Almost immediately and without thorough consideration, Merlin rejected Count Phuman's offer.

Due to his former identity, Old Wilson certainly would not agree to join the army of the Kingdom of Blackmoon. Besides that, Merlin was thinking of expanding his force as a Spell Caster in the Kingdom of Blackmoon, so it was impossible that he would bind himself to the army.

In addition, the current unstable situation in the Kingdom of Light meant a war might break out anytime soon. If that happened, perhaps Ravens Castle would bear the brunt and face the chaos first-hand.

Due to these reasons and at a time like this, Merlin would not join Ravens Castle, the army of the Kingdom of Blackmoon.

"That's a shame…"

Count Phuman shrugged. His tone filled with regrets.

"My lord, Lady Countess wishes to see you immediately regarding an urgent matter."

A maidservant dressed in gray hurried to the hall and whispered to Count Phuman.

"What happened?"

Count Phuman frowned and looked upstairs with a puzzled look on his face. Then, he stood up and looked at Merlin in the eyes. "Wizard Merlin, please be seated for a while. I'll return in a minute."

Immediately, Count Phuman walked up to the second floor.

In one of the rooms located on the second floor, a beautiful figure of a woman was pacing around the room anxiously, looking out of the door from time to time.

"Madam, what's the matter? Why the hurry?"

Count Phuman pushed open the door impatiently and noticed his countess pacing around the house looking uneasy.

The countess was hesitant for a second, but eventually took a letter from the desk and handed it to Count Phuman. "It's a letter from my brother, Selin. Take a look at it yourself."

"Count Selin? What happened to him?"

Count Phuman took the letter suspiciously and began reading the letter.

Gradually, Count Phuman's furrowed his brows, and his face took on a ghastly expression with a hint of anger.

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Chapter 71: Plans II

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"I can't agree to Count Selin's request!" Count Phuman put down the letter and said coldly. There was even a trace of anger between his brows.

The countess' face sank. "Phuman, my brother is in trouble. Isn't there a few Spell Casters stationed in Ravens Castle? You're the supreme commander of Ravens Castle. You can easily deploy some of the Spell Casters to his rescue, can't you?"

Count Phuman felt uneasy seeing his wife who has gotten irritated and explained helplessly, "You've seen how those Spell Casters regard me with little respect. Even though I'm the supreme commander of Ravens Castle, I've no actual power to deploy those Spell Casters at all. There's nothing that I can do!"

The countess stood up angrily and shouted hysterically, "So you'll just watch in silence as my brother and his family is being killed?"

Count Phuman paced back and forth in the room. He appeared as if the burden of the world had been put on his shoulders.

"It's alright if you can't deploy Spell Casters but what about those Fourth-level Elemental Swordsmen? I believe my brother will be very grateful for that too," the countess proposed.

Count Phuman shook his head again. The Fourth-level and above Elemental Swordsmen were all commanders stationed in Ravens Castle who was responsible for important tasks. Even if he was the supreme commander of Ravens Castle, he could not abuse his power and randomly deploy them for private affairs.

"If you're not willing to help at all, I'll go live with my brother!"

The countess was extremely enraged. She stood up immediately and began to pack her clothes.

"Hang on, give me a minute to think about it."

Count Phuman realized his countess was getting genuinely infuriated. He knew that he would not be able to live in peace if the matter was not resolved.

Suddenly, Count Phuman stopped pacing and looked at his wife in surprise. "I've got an idea. There's just a right candidate for this task!"

The countess turned around with an astonished look on her face but Count Phuman had already left for downstairs right away.

"Wizard Merlin, sorry to keep you waiting." Count Phuman apologized to Merlin as he returned to the hall.

"Right, since Wizard Merlin doesn't want to stay in Ravens Castle, what if I recommend you to another place?"

Perhaps Count Phuman was showing too much enthusiasm that it made Merlin felt strange. Just moments ago, Count Phuman was still persuading Merlin to join Ravens Castle, the army of the Kingdom of Blackmoon.

"Where's this place?" Merlin asked politely albeit feeling confused.

Count Phuman replied almost a little too quickly, "Prakash City! This place is very suitable for Wizard Merlin and your family to settle down. The city owner of Prakash City, Count Selin, is my wife's brother. I can write you a letter to bring to the Count of Prakash, and it'll assist you to avoid loads of troubles if you wish to settle down in Prakash City."

Merlin stood up swiftly and bowed to Count Phuman. "Merlin is extremely grateful for your help, my lord!"

Count Phuman smiled faintly. After a brief hesitation, he eventually said, "The thing is, Wizard Merlin, Count Selin seems to be in a difficult situation recently. I don't know what kind of trouble specifically, but he had asked me to send some people over as assistance. However, there are too many responsibilities in Ravens Castle and I really can't send anyone over, therefore…"

Count Phuman looked at Merlin in the eyes.

Merlin pondered on that for a bit. Their new journey in a foreign country like the Kingdom of Blackmoon was definitely not going to be all smooth and easy. He had to prove his worth and value to settle down here.

Therefore, Merlin nodded. "Merlin is willing to help if it's not too much trouble!"

"Haha, perfect! I'll write a letter at this instance for Wizard Merlin to bring to Count Selin when you arrive in Prakash City."

Count Phuman appeared elated. With Merlin's help, he was finally able to solve this tricky matter.As soon as Merlin returned to the residence Count Phuman had prepared for them, Old Wilson immediately called upon Merlin and Baron Parman so the three of them could discuss their next move.

"Merlin, we can't stay in Ravens Castle forever. Where are we going next?" Old Wilson asked in a hoarse voice.

At the same time, Baron Parman also looked at Merlin deep in the eyes. Unknowingly, Merlin had become the backbone of the entire troop.

Merlin took some time to reorganize the thoughts in his head. "Father, Baron Parman, the first thing we've to do is to settle down as we're not familiar with the Kingdom of Blackmoon."

Both Baron Parman and Old Wilson nodded silently to show their agreement. Merlin continued speaking seeing they were on the same page, "Ravens Castle is a military fortress, hence we must join the army to settle down here. Earlier, in his residence, Count Phuman invited us to join Ravens Castle but I've rejected his offer."

"We can't stay in Ravens Castle, so we've to find some other place to settle down. Fortunately, Count Phuman recommended us to Prakash City. The head of the city, Count Selin, seems to be facing a little trouble and needs assistance from Count Phuman. Without better alternatives, Count Phuman thought of me."

"I accepted the offer eventually after some consideration. Prakash City should be our best choice if the problem isn't too difficult to deal with. I believe Count Selin will take care of us because of Count Phuman, and that'll assist us to adapt better if we decide to settle down in Prakash City."

When Merlin finished speaking, smiles washed over the faces of Old Wilson and Baron Parman. Merlin noticed that the tense look on their faces eased down a little.

"Well, we'll do as you said and depart for Prakash City tomorrow!"

Old Wilson and Baron Parman nodded in agreement to show their support for Merlin's suggestion. Merlin finally got a chance to rest after a long day. He heaved a sigh of relief when he was alone in his room.

He inspected the Spell Models for Fireball and Frost in his Awareness. Both seemed to be working well in accumulating Magic Power.

The growth of Mind Power was not obvious as it could not be seen in a short time.

Merlin's present strength had reached a bottleneck. He did not discover any new spells, and the strength of his Mind Power had not reached the level to support a third Spell Model.

The only thing he could currently utilize to enhance his strength was three of those mysterious relief sculptures which he exchanged with the bandits' leader.

Merlin quickly probed into the ring using Mind Power and took out all three relief sculptures hidden inside. If he could practice all those postures on the three relief sculptures including the set of postures that Merlin had previously practiced, his physical quality could perhaps be increased to a level comparable to a Fourth-level Elemental Swordsman.

A Fourth-level Elemental Swordsman was considered an intermediate Elemental Swordsman where all physical aspects of the person would be significantly improved.

"Let's give it a try!"

Merlin selected a piece of relief sculpture at random. He concentrated completely to gather his Mind Power, and soon enough, a complete set of postures gradually emerged in front of Merlin's eyes…

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Chapter 72: Prakash City I

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Merlin had already woken up in the early morning. As soon as he woke up, he felt sticky all over his body and there seemed to be an unbearable odor coming from him.

"Hmm? Sweating again?"

It was winter now, so chilly wind whistled by, bringing rain and snow with it. Weather like this could not possibly make him sweat.

Merlin touched his hands and back. He was covered in sweat. A smile slowly emerged on Merlin's face. He had not had this feeling for a long time.

When Merlin had attained his first relief sculpture, he was covered in sweat every day he woke up since he had practiced the posture for many days continuously. It was only when Merlin's physical attribute had slowly increased that the posture of the sculpture no longer had any effect on Merlin. Even if Merlin kept on practicing the posture later, he would not sweat anymore, nor would he feel any change.

Now, after Merlin had begun practicing the second mysterious posture, sweat had covered his body again. This showed that the posture of the sculpture was effective on Merlin. Once he persevered in the practice, his physical attribute would surely be enhanced in the future.

After that, Merlin let the maid bring him a basin of hot water. He washed himself thoroughly before walking out of his room.

"Phew…"

The wind was whistling out there. A thin layer of crystal had already formed on some parts of the ground. He had to be extra cautious when he walked on it since he might slip.

"Ha!"

Merlin faintly heard series of shouts nearby. He took a few steps forward and reached a wide yard. He saw Old Wilson, wearing his heavy armor and holding his sword. The sword was glimmering a terrifying flame.

Old Wilson was practicing his sword now. He had already reached the peak of a Second-level Fire Swordsman. He only needed a little more to become a Third-level Elemental Swordsman.

However, this also could take some time, so Old Wilson was not anxious about it. He was simply practicing his sword now. He controlled the flame well in his hands. With a slash, the whistling wind blew forward with flame, creating a strong impact.

Merlin squinted his eyes and stared closely at Old Wilson's figure. He saw Old Wilson's muscular body suddenly expanded like a balloon. His swelling muscle almost made the armor burst.

"Swoosh!"

Old Wilson slashed forward and the whistling sound of the wind was especially sharp to the ears. The quick speed was beyond comprehension. The more overwhelming thing was Old Wilson had not used any elemental force in his body. He was simply using the strength of his body.

"Father has gotten stronger…" Merlin murmured lowly. Seeing Old Wilson had paused, he strode forward.

"Merlin, the three postures you gave me are truly amazing. I've only been practicing for a few days but I already felt my strength has increased at least two-fold! Even if I don't use the elemental force, I can also fight against a Third-level Elemental Swordsman!"

The condescending aura given off by Old Wilson was even more apparent. Even Merlin could feel it.

Upon hearing Old Wilson's strength had increased by two-fold, Merlin was still surprised. After all, when he practiced the posture of the sculpture, his physical attribute had changed slowly. In a couple of days, there would not be any apparent change at all. However, Old Wilson's change was great. All of this was related to the posture of the three sculptures Merlin gave to Old Wilson.

'Maybe Father's physical attribute is already excellent. The better the physical attribute, the better the effect of practicing the posture.'

Merlin thought about it. According to this speed, the time when Old Wilson's strength became comparable to a Fourth-level Elemental Swordsman would soon come.

After a short while, General Prat strode toward them in big steps and reported to Old Wilson, "Sir Baron, it's all ready. We can depart anytime."

Old Wilson nodded and said to Merlin, "Let's go. The earlier we reach Prakash City, the earlier we can settle down."

Merlin returned to Count Phuman's castle and bid him farewell. Count Phuman then took a few identity cards and letter for Count Selin.

With these identity cards in hands, they could avoid many troubles during their journey.

After bidding Count Phuman goodbye, Merlin then followed the large team and slowly left Ravens Castle.

After three days, the team had arrived in an ancient city. The walls of this city seemed antique. Some of the bricks were seriously weathered. A small gust of wind was able to bring a little grit away.

"Prakash… This should be Prakash City!"

Merlin raised his head to see the few words on the wall. These words were written in Molta language because the Kingdom of Blackmoon claimed to have inherited the pride of the Molta Empire three thousand six hundred years ago. Thus, they had even used the ancient Molta language as their own language.

However, the Molta Empire had perished for three thousand six hundred years and the Kingdom of Blackmoon was only established eight hundred years ago. Rather than inheriting the Molta Empire's pride, they were simply boasting their own name.

"We're finally here…"

Old Wilson, Baron Parman, and the others showed elated faces. They had gone through a harsh journey, running away from the Kingdom of Light to here. They were full of fear every day and had finally arrived at their destination now. If everything went smoothly, Prakash City would be the home for the Wilson family and the Parman family.

The team moved forward slowly until they reached the gate. A few fierce-looking guards blocked their way and said to Old Wilson, "The castellan, Count Selin, has given orders. The gate is currently closed. Without identity cards, no one can enter Prakash City."

"What's the matter? It's still alright yesterday. Why close it just like that?"

"What happened? I heard something happened in Prakash City."

Many businessmen and civilians were full of questions. The gate was usually opened and could be entered at will. Today, it was suddenly closed and identity card was needed to enter the city.

They were only normal civilians. How could they have identity cards? Identity cards were an identification that could only be given out by some nobles and large business guilds.

Old Wilson was also in front of the gate. He waved his hands to bring the team to a halt. Then, he said to General Prat, "Bring Merlin here."

Soon, General Prat brought Merlin to the gate. Upon seeing the tight security in front of the gate, Merlin frowned and said to Old Wilson softly, "Father, don't worry. Count Phuman has given me some identity cards. Let me talk to them."

Then, he strode toward the guards and took an identity card out from his pocket.

The guard looked at the identity card repeatedly and asked in uncertain, "Ravens Castle's identity card? Why do you people come to Prakash City from Ravens Castle?"

"We're introduced to Prakash City by Count Phuman. Why? Is this identity card fake?"

Merlin did not want to give any unnecessary explanation so he asked the guard with furrowed brows.

The guards heard that they were related to Count Phuman, then carefully inspected the identity card again. After ensuring nothing was wrong with it, he handed the card back to Merlin and said softly, "This is Count Selin's order. We have to carry it out strictly! Alright, your identity card has been verified. You can enter."

The guard waved his hands and the gate slowly opened. Old Wilson strode forward first and brought the huge team to enter Prakash City slowly.

As opposed to Old Wilson's excitement, Merlin was slightly worried. He looked back at the gate in tight security and murmured in a low voice, "Hopefully Count Selin is not in any deep trouble…"

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Chapter 73: Prakash City II

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Prakash City was a busy city. The bustling people all wore strange clothes. After seeing the large team led by Old Wilson, many of them curiously gathered in groups, murmuring to each other.

Old Wilson frowned. It would be difficult to settle down two thousand people. A common location could not accommodate them at all.

"Father, I think we should get some hotels and settle down temporarily. I'll go to Count Selin. With his help, I'm sure we can avoid many troubles in Prakash City."

Merlin had a letter from Count Phuman with him. He should hand it to Count Selin as soon as possible so that it could be helpful for the Wilson family and the Parman family to settle down in Prakash City.

Old Wilson nodded since they could only do that now. So, Old Wilson sent General Prat to book a few hotels in Prakash City and barely settled down his people.

After that, Merlin walked toward Count Selin's castle alone.

It was easy to find Count Selin's castle. After turning a few corners and walking toward the northwest direction, he could see a white, pointed castle. The castle took up a large space and was surrounded by greeneries. White walls encircled the castle and there were iron fences on the outer circle, guarded by around ten tall guards.

Often, a team of knights could be seen inspecting in front of the castle. Everything seemed calm but a nervous aura surrounded them.

These knights were the same as the City Defense Troop in Blackwater City. They were Count Selin's private armed forces. In fact, the whole Prakash City was Count Selin's private land.

During his journey from Ravens Castle to Prakash City, Merlin had a brief understanding of the overall situation in the Kingdom of Blackmoon. Even though the Kingdom of Blackmoon seemed like a huge kingdom, it was totally different from the Kingdom of Light by nature.

The Kingdom of Blackmoon was formed by all the city-states. Prakash City was a city-state which was ruled by Count Kaproh Selin. Once Count Selin was dead, his title would be inherited by others in the Kaproh family. Not even the king could intervene in this matter.

Each city-state was the private land of a noble and the foundation of a huge family. The whole Kingdom of Blackmoon was formed by thousands of these city-states, both large and small. The Royal Family of the Kingdom of Blackmon was the largest noble family in the kingdom. They ruled the largest city-state and thus were named as the ruler of the Kingdom of Blackmoon.

Such a scattered system had existed for as long as eight hundred years without any serious problem. This fact had greatly puzzled Merlin.

Merlin took the letter from Count Phuman from his pocket and walked toward Count Selin's castle.

"Stand there!"

After seeing Merlin, the castle guards immediately became alert.

Merlin said monotonously, "I came from Ravens Castle. I have a letter from Count Phuman for Count Selin."

These guards exchanged a glance, then their expressions softened. However, they did not let down their guards. They said in a low voice, "Give the letter to me and wait here for a moment!"

Merlin nodded slightly. His Mind Power sharply caught many gazes fell on him from the castle the moment he had arrived.

This showed that the security in the castle was even tighter. Hidden guards were probably standing by all over the castle now.

From such tight security, it seemed that Count Selin had involved himself in deep trouble. Otherwise, an honorable Count, the ultimate ruler of Prakash City and the highest marshal of a city-state would not be so cautious in his own castle.

Just when the guard was about to enter the castle, a carriage came a halt in front of the castle. A sweet young girl alighted from the carriage.

The girl was tall. Her medium-length blonde hair was lightly pulled into a ponytail, making her look cute and energetic. The young girl immediately saw Merlin as soon as she came down and asked, "You came from Ravens Castle?"

Merlin nodded and the girl asked, "How's Aunt Shara doing?"

"Shara?" Merlin frowned. He had not heard that name before.

The young girl seemed to have thought of something and hit her forehead. She said frustratedly, "Aunt Shara is the Count's wife."

"Oh, Count and Countess Phuman are well."

The girl nodded then said to the guard, "Give me the letter. I'm looking for my father anyway."

"Of course, Young Lady Shelly!"

The guard passed Merlin's letter to the girl.

"Wait for a moment. I'll pass this letter to Father. Later I want to ask about Aunt Shara's situation in Ravens Castle."

Then, the girl walked toward the castle.

"Have you found any suspicious person in the city?"

Count Selin seemed to be burning with anger. His expression was dark.

"Sir Count, there are too many people coming into and going out of Prakash City these days. We've not finished checking everyone, so we have not found anyone suspicious yet."

A middle-aged man who wore silvery, light armor answered carefully. Count Selin was troubled lately, so he did not have a good temper. Many of his subordinates were scolded for no reason at all.

"Rubbish! Wizard Hill whom I ask you to look for. Have you found him?"

"Yes, we've found Wizard Hill but he has a condition. Sir Count must give him some Zigen Flower," the man in silver armor said carefully.

Count Selin frowned and said, "Alright. Only Spell Casters know the usage of Zigen Flower anyway. If Wizard Hill is willing to come to the castle, we can give him more Zigen Flower."

After a small pause, Count Selin said hesitantly, "The letter sent to Ravens Castle should arrive already. Why haven't I received any reply? If Phuman can send some Spell Casters to me, then our chance of winning will be bigger…"

"Father, it's just dealing with a conceited man. I alone can resolve the issue. Why do we need Spell Casters?"

There was yet another muscular, young man in the hall. He wore a heavy armor and gave out a ferocious aura all over him, beaming with confidence.

Count Selin nodded slightly and seemed greatly satisfied seeing this muscular, young man. He said in monotonously, "Cook, our opponent this time is a mysterious yet powerful Spell Caster! Even though you're a Fifth-level Elemental Swordsman, no one knows how powerful this conceited guy is. It's safer if we have a Spell Caster with us."

Cook continued to say, seemingly unsatisfied, "Father, you're being too cautious. I've once killed an Icelandic Wolf. Am I not able to deal with a conceited guy? It's fine if that guy doesn't come. If he comes, I'll surely tear him to pieces!"

Looking at Cook's confident expression, Count Selin shook his head slightly and did not say anything. He was already satisfied that he had such an excellent son but this matter could not be taken lightly. He had to be ready in all aspects.

"Hmm? Brother, you're here, too?"

Suddenly, a lively girl with a ponytail walked into the hall.

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Chapter 74: Deep Trouble I

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The young girl was full of energy and youthfulness, easily causing others to be fond of her. Different from the muscular and cruel-looking Cook, the young girl seemed sweet. Both did not look like siblings when they stood together.

Count Selin who had a serious look on him earlier immediately softened his expression when he saw the girl. He said with a smile, "Shelly, Prakash City is not safe lately. You should stay more in the castle. I call your brother, Cook to overcome the hurdle this time."

The young girl, Shelly, stuck her tongue out. Acting cutely, she said sweetly, "Father, I know that. I'll stay more in the castle after this."

Cook took a glance at Shelly and showed a hint of a smile. When she was about to leave, Shelly suddenly said loudly, "Father, Brother, there's a man outside of the castle. He said he's from Ravens Castle and has a letter from Count Phuman. He let me pass it to Father."

"From Ravens Castle? Cook, quickly get that person into the castle."

Count Selin showed a hint of delight. He kept rubbing his hands as he mumbled to himself, "Finally here. He must be sent by Phuman."

Count Selin got his man to deliver a letter to Count Phuman in Ravens Castle, but many days had passed by. He had been hoping that Count Phuman could send some Spell Casters to aid him.

Finally, the aid he asked for had arrived, so he was naturally excited about it.

Cook furrowed his eyebrows. Albeit unwilling, he still turned around and left.

"You're the person from Ravens Castle?"

The muscular Cook stared coldly at the young man in front of him. This man was simply too young, even younger than Cook. 'Count Phuman actually sent someone like this?'

Upon thinking about that, Cook's gaze became even more unfriendly. His tone turned cold.

Merlin seemed overwhelmed. He sensed that the muscular man gave off a fierce aura around him. Without even getting close, Merlin already sensed the danger.

The Aura of this muscular man was even greater than Old Wilson's. Merlin could hardly resist the urge of getting away from this man. He gave an extremely dangerous feeling to Merlin.

'He's so strong. He must be an intermediate Elemental Swordsman. A Fourth-level or Fifth-level Elemental Swordsman!'

Thoughts flashed across Merlin's mind. An intermediate Elemental Swordsman was different from a beginner Elemental Swordsman. It could be said that an intermediate Elemental Swordsman was overall much better than a beginner that he could give off a huge condescending Aura.

Moreover, once a person had become an intermediate Elemental Swordsman, normal Zero-level spells would not have much effect on him. Merlin could sense that his normal Fireball and Frost would not threaten this muscular man by the slightest bit.

On top of that, in such a close distance, it could be disastrous for Merlin if the man attacked him.

Therefore, Merlin had put his guards up high against this muscular man.

"Yes, I'm from Ravens Castle. My name is Wilson Merlin!"

Cook ignored Merlin and said in a monotonous tone, "Let's go. Father wants to see you."

Merlin suddenly understood everything. This tough, beast-like man was Count Selin's son.

Right behind Cook, Merlin stepped into the castle. His Mind Power kept inspecting the situation around him. There were many hidden locations in the castle and a few guards hid in these locations. Even walking behind Cook, their stare did not loosen up but stared at Merlin tightly.

Merlin felt a little uncomfortable and furrowed his eyebrows but he did not say anything. He followed Cook to a spacious hall.

In the hall, Merlin saw the lively, beautiful girl named Shelly. Merlin nodded to her as an acknowledgment, then placed his gaze at a middle-aged man in the hall.

This middle-aged man was holding a letter in his hands and appeared to have just finished reading it. He shot a complicated gaze at Merlin, faintly showing a hint of disappointment.

Merlin immediately knew the identity of this middle-aged man, thus placed one of his hands in front of his chest and said respectfully, "Most honorable Count Selin, Count Phuman of Ravens Castle send you his regards!"

Count Selin waved his hands and said, "Wizard Merlin, I've read Count Phuman's letter. You're not the wizard staying at Ravens Castle. Count Phuman introduced you to Prakash City to settle down. It's alright normally but Prakash City is having some difficulties at the moment. I'm afraid…"

Hearing these words, Merlin nodded his head and said, "Before coming here, Count Phuman has briefly mentioned it to me. If it's not a huge problem, I'm willing to provide my aid to Count Selin."

Count Selin nodded his head in satisfaction and replied, "Alright. After this event, I'll think of a way to settle down the family of Wizard Merlin."

"I'm grateful toward Sir Count's kindness! Earlier, I saw that the security within Sir Count's Castle is much tighter than the outside. The guards are all on an alert as well. What sort of trouble has Sir Count encountered?"

Even though Merlin had promised to help, he still had to consider what sort of mess he was involved in. If it was too much of a problem that even he had no ability to help, he had to rethink the decision of staying in Prakash City.

Merlin's words brought upon a silent air in the hall.

Cook took a step forward and asked, "Father, I haven't got the chance to ask as well. You called me back so hurriedly and even called for the return of the commanders of Prakash City. Who exactly is this conceited man to even make Father be so cautious of him?"

Merlin felt a little strange that even Count Selin's son did not know of the reason.

Count Selin took a glance at Merlin and smiled bitterly. His voice went low and deep as he said, "Since Wizard Merlin has asked, I'll naturally tell you this matter. Five years ago, I've dealt with Baron Nelson who has betrayed Prakash City together with his family. However, for some reason, Nelson's son, Merilung has escaped. Now, Merilung is back and he sent me a letter. He said that he'll kill me in my castle with his hands in one month's time. Now, there are only five days left to the time limit Merilung has said."

Merlin did not mind a certain situation where Count Selin had purposely hidden from his explanation. As the highest marshal in Prakash City, he would not be soft-hearted to deal with his subordinate's betrayal. He must have used many unimaginable methods to do so.

However, the old scores between Count Selin and Merilung were not something Merlin took note about. He wanted to know who Merilung was. Why did he have such confidence to threaten a count?

Merlin set his gaze back to Count Selin. He believed that Count Selin had already gotten hold of all information about Merilung with his influence.

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Chapter 75: Deep Trouble II

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Count Selin heaved a long sigh as if he was overwhelmed with emotions. He was the actual ruler of Prakash City so it was natural for him to make many enemies. He was similar to Old Wilson where the latter had killed many people in his territory.

However, having an enemy was one matter but having a tough enemy was a different matter. Obviously, the fact that Merilung dared to seek revenge from Count Selin after a short period of five years surely indicated that he must have someone or something to rely on.

"I've investigated this thoroughly. After Merilung ran away, he experienced something and became a Spell Caster. So, he thinks that he's strong and brave. That's why he sent the letter to threaten me."

Count Selin appeared to be helpless. Little did he thought that dealing with the noble who betrayed him could bring him so much trouble in the end.

"Spell Caster!"

Merlin became serious. That explained why the security was so tight in the castle. It was a Spell Caster who threatened Count Selin. Also, it appeared that Count Selin was extremely nervous. This Spell Caster must have something up his sleeve.

Even until now Count Selin could not be sure how strong the opponent could be. He still had to wait for Merilung to show himself a few days later to be sure.

"Father, don't worry. In five years, how strong can Merilung become? If he dares to come, I'll kill him myself to save us trouble in the future!" Cook stepped forward and declared in a low voice.

He was extremely confident with his own ability. He was a Fifth-level Elemental Swordsman and had even killed an Icelandic Wolf. He was naturally unafraid of any threat.

After Cook finished his words, he looked at Merlin.

Although Merlin had noticed Cook's gaze, he did not put much thought into it. He was still analyzing Count Selin's words.

This was indeed a great problem. Being silent for five years and bearing the family grudge, he would not return for revenge without having a certainty of success. If Merlin was involved in this matter, he might put himself in danger.

However, many masters were still hiding outside of Count Selin's castle. Merlin carefully sensed that there were at least ten Fourth-level Elemental Swordsmen. On top of other Elemental Swordsmen and the strong Cook, this was a great force. They should stand some chance to win against Merilung.

Thus, after thinking about it for a while, Merlin had decided to stay in the castle and help Count Selin. If they were able to overcome this crisis, it would greatly help the Wilson family and the Parman family to settle in Prakash City.

"Count Selin, let me first excuse myself. After making the necessary arrangement with my family, I'll return to the castle."

Count Selin nodded then said to Cook, "Cook, send Wizard Merlin out."

The young girl Shelly quickly replied, "Father, let me send Wizard Merlin out."

Without waiting for Count Selin's reply, she pulled Merlin out of the castle.

After Merlin left, Count Selin shook his head and said, "Phuman still has not sent the Spell Casters in Ravens Castle. Those Spell Casters are official First-level Spell Casters and even higher-level Spell Casters. If I have those people with me, why will I still be afraid of this Merilung?"

Cook let out a sneer. "Father, it still depends on us to deal with Merilung! Let me arrange it. Spell Caster also has weaknesses. We can totally kill a beginner Spell Caster with a strong crossbow!"

"That's right. We still need to do this. Cook, I leave you in charge of this matter. Make all necessary arrangements inside and outside of the castle. Make sure not a corner is left unguarded. Once Merilung appears, kill him immediately at any cost!"

"Hehe. Please rest assured, Father. I'll let Merilung have a taste of despair once again!"

A hint of ferocity flashed across Cook's eyes.

When Merlin returned to the hotel, he found that no one was there except General Prat and a few knights who were waiting.

"Uncle Prat, where has everyone go?"

Merlin recalled correctly that Old Wilson had booked these few hotels.

Prat replied calmly, "Young Master Merlin, Sir Baron asked me to wait for you here. Right after you left, Sir Baron found a deserted castle in the city. After sending people to ask about it, he found that it used to belong to a baron in Prakash City. The baron died afterward and his family has fallen. The castle became vacant then, ready to be sold. Sir Baron thought that if the family needs to settle down completely in Prakash City, we'll need a place to live. So, he spent two hundred thousand Gold coins and bought the castle."

"Oh? So quick? Bring me there."

Merlin had planned to help Count Selin to eliminate Merilung and raised some conditions to him. He wanted to let Count Selin map out a place in Prakash City for the Wilson family and the Parman family.

However, if Old Wilson had found the place himself, this was even better.

Soon, following General Prat, Merlin arrived at the castle Old Wilson had found.

This castle indeed appeared as if it had been deserted for a while. The walls outside of the castle had completely crumbled. Wilting grass covered the land within the castle.

However, the butler had brought the people to start cleaning the grass and snow around the castle.

This castle was huge, even bigger than Wilson Castle. It would not be too crowded for two thousand people. Moreover, with the presence of the people, it made the cold, lonely castle appeared livelier.

Merlin came to the hall of the castle and saw Old Wilson and Baron Parman ordering the servants. They were busying about the whole place, bringing many things from the carriage into the castle.

Ladies like Macy, Big-breasted Madam, and Avril were all full of smiles as well. They were filled with fear and worry while coming from Blackwater City but now they could finally settle down in Prakash City. It was only natural for them to feel happy.

Even Old Wilson and Baron Parman were directing the servants. They felt much more relaxed now.

"Merlin, what do you think of this castle?" Seeing Merlin who was standing behind him, Old Wilson asked in anticipation.

Merlin scanned the place. Although the hall was covered in dust, it appeared from the decoration that the previous master of this castle was also a noble. The decoration had an elegant style.

Moreover, the area of the castle was large and there were many rooms. Not only the Wilson family, all of them and even the Parman family could fit in this place. To be able to buy such a castle in a foreign land was truly fortunate.

Merlin nodded and said, "It's good. With a little time and some decorations, we can all settle in here."

Old Wilson and Baron Parman were very satisfied with this castle. It definitely worth two hundred thousand Gold coins.

Until it was about time, Old Wilson and Baron Parman called Merlin to the room upstairs which was promptly cleaned just now. Old Wilson asked in a serious tone, "Merlin, after you met Count Selin, did you hear from him what sort of trouble he's in? Is there any danger?"

Old Wilson and Baron Parman were concerned about the outcome of Merlin's meeting with Count Selin. If the danger was too great to handle and Merlin could not help Count Selin, it would obviously affect their plan to settle down in Prakash City.

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Chapter 76: Wizard Hill I

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'It's not a big problem.'

Merlin thought about it and decided that it was best to first not talk about this matter. Old Wilson and the others were still indulged in the excitement of settling down. There was no need to let them worry over this matter.

"It's good if there's no problem." Old Wilson obviously became relaxed.

"In the next few days though, I'll probably stay in Count Selin's castle to deal with the Count's trouble."

After explaining to Old Wilson, Merlin returned to the room which was cleaned earlier.In the early morning, Merlin woke up and his body was covered in sweat as usual. After he continued to practice the posture of the sculpture, Merlin had felt that his physical attribute was improving slightly.

Although it was not an obvious change, it was definitely improving. According to this speed, maybe in a few months' time, his physical attribute would be comparable to a Second-level Elemental Swordsman.

After changing his clothes, Merlin saw that Old Wilson was still resting. Surely the harsh journey all this while had exhausted Old Wilson. Now that they were settled down and he became relaxed, he could truly rest himself. Thus, Merlin did not disturb Old Wilson and only spoke to General Prat. He then strode toward Count Selin's castle alone.

The guards outside of the castle had obviously received orders from above, so they simply pulled the iron fence open respectfully after seeing Merlin. In the castle, the "monitoring" gazes yesterday were still there but there was much less than yesterday. The guards hidden in the dark had apparently acknowledged Merlin's identity.

In the hall, Cook was not in sight. Neither was the young girl Shelly. Count Selin was sitting right in front of the fireplace, and a black-robed old man was sitting across Count Selin.

Merlin habitually checked out the whole hall with his Mind Power, especially pausing his gaze at Count Selin and the black-robed old man. With Mind Power, he could clearly see the thin wrinkles on the old man's face that resembled an old tree's skin. Although he seemed energetic, his face could not hide his age.

"Didn't anyone tell you that it's rude to check people out with Mind Power?"

Suddenly, a hoarse sound rang.

Merlin jumped. The black-robed old man turned around. Large black iron rings hung on his ears and his skinny hands were pale white but there were a few fingers which appeared completely charred.

It was the old man speaking earlier. Obviously, the man was also a Spell Caster, or else Merlin's Mind Power would not be found out.

"Wizard Merlin, let me introduce you. This is Wizard Hill!"

Upon seeing Merlin's arrival, Count Selin stood up and introduced Merlin to the black-robed old man. "More than ten years ago, Wizard Hill has participated in that cruel 'Slaughterhouse' war against the Kingdom of Light!"

"Slaughterhouse?"

Merlin frowned. The "Slaughterhouse" war was too infamous not because it had any crucial effect upon the countries involved but because this war was simply too cruel, even exceeding both side's expectation.

At that time, regardless of the Kingdom of Light or the Kingdom of Blackmoon, both had sent millions of soldiers into the "Slaughterhouse" war. No one knew how many Wizards of the church and Spell Casters of the Kingdom of Blackmoon were lost in that war. A strong presence that could destroy a military fortress by himself would seldom lose his life in a battle. Just from this fact, it was sufficient to show how terrifying that war was.

Those who were able to survive from the "Slaughterhouse", albeit only normal knights, were the best amongst the elite like Old Wilson. After he had returned from the "Slaughterhouse", Old Wilson was directly granted a noble's title. Moreover, the heavy-armored knights he trained were undoubtedly strong.

Old Wilson was only a normal knight then. The black-robed old man had participated in that war as a Spell Caster. Being able to survive that war, he must have his own specialties.

Therefore, even if Merlin had not felt any terrifying presence from the black-robed old man, he still became alerted. He did not dare to look down upon the old man.

"Hehe. What about the 'Slaughterhouse'? Now, aren't I just an old man nearing his end?"

The black-robed old man's words were filled with a lonely tone. There must be many stories about him that were unknown to others.

In a while, the muscular Cook came into the hall.

Cook took a glance at Merlin and the old man then said in a low voice, "Father, I've already made all arrangements. If Merilung dares to come, I won't let him get away!"

Cook's face was beaming with confidence.

"Fifteen Fourth-level Elemental Swordsmen! Sixty-eight Third-level Elemental Swordsmen and up to hundreds of Second-level Elemental Swordsmen coupled with special-made crossbow arrows. Tsk, tsk. Sir, you sure have put a lot of effort into this!"

The black-robed old man, Wizard Hill suddenly said that. Everyone's expression changed slightly, especially Cook. He had not taken his gaze off Wizard Hill, giving off an enormous Aura.

If Count Selin was not here, Cook would have attacked the old man by now.

Merlin was also lost in shock. He was impressed by Count Selin's great force, at the same time, he took greater notice of the old man in front of him.

When Merlin's Mind Power scanned the old man, he only thought that the old man could be an Entrance-level Spell Caster. He was not clear about the old man's true strength. After all, he had not seen the old man fight in battle.

However, the old man's Mind Power had reached such a horrifying stage. His Mind Power could cover the whole castle and even pinpoint Cook's location.

Such strong Mind Power had even gone past any normal First-level Spell Caster. With such Mind Power, he could totally become a First-level Spell Caster, but for some reason unknown, the old man had not become one.

Count Selin felt a little awkward. The supposedly secretive arrangements were now out in the light due to the old man's words, but he soon calmed down. A smile appeared on his face as he asked the old man softly, "Wizard Hill, is there anything wrong with this arrangement?"

The black-robed old man shot an emotionless look at Cook. As if he was not affected by Cook's ferocious Aura at all, he said in a low voice with his cold tone, "There's naturally no problem with this arrangement, but to deal with Merilung, I'm afraid it's not so easy."

"Oh? Wizard Hill knows about Merilung's ability?" Count Selin's eyes brightened and quickly asked. Currently, he only found out that Merilung was a Spell Caster. He was not clear about Merilung's other information at all.

Not only Count Selin, Merlin also desperately wanted to know more information about Merilung since it was extremely disadvantageous to be unclear about the enemy.

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Chapter 77: Wizard Hill II

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"Merilung's situation. I do know a little about it."

The black-robed old man's voice was hoarse and let out a hollow laugh. The sound of it was sharp to the ears.

"Merilung belongs to the Abyss Fort!" the old man lowered his head and said in a calm voice. His sharp gaze scanned Count Selin's face and gave him a meaningful smile.

"the Abyss Fort?"

Count Selin's face turned instantly pale. His whole body began to shiver uncontrollably. Although he had tried to hide it as best as he could, Merlin caught that sharply.

"How can he belong to the Abyss Fort?"

Count Selin's eyebrows were furrowed and his face was slightly pumped red.

Merlin looked at the muscular Cook who seemed confused as well. The latter obviously did not know what was the Abyss Fort which the old man spoke about was referring to.

"Wizard Hill, can you tell us about the Abyss Fort in detail?" Merlin asked suddenly. From Count Selin's reaction, he faintly realized that there must be something with the Abyss Fort or the usually calm Count Selin would not be so fretted.

The black-robed old man looked at Merlin. His face that seemed like an old tree's skin showed a playful smile as spoke in a hoarse voice, "The Abyss Fort is a strong Spell Caster organization. I believe Sir Count has heard about it before."

After a pause, the old man set his gaze tightly on Merlin and continued, "Wizard Merlin, it seems you're the same as an old man like me. We're both free wizards! Hehe. O' free wizards. Free and without worries. It sounds free, but is it so? We're just a bunch of roaming wizards! In the Kingdom of Blackmoon, other than roaming wizards, there are some strong Spell Caster organizations. These organizations provide spells, some knowledge, and experience of strong wizards regarding Spell Models, Potions class, Alchemy class, and more. In short, joining a Spell Caster organization provides the opportunity to become a strong Spell Caster. It's totally different from us, the roaming wizards."

Merlin listened attentively. He had become a Spell Caster according to old man Etha's Spell Manual. He was not clear about the situation of Spell Casters in the Kingdom of Blackmoon.

Now that he heard about the Spell Caster organization from the old man, Merlin slowly began to grasp the overall organization of Spell Casters in the Kingdom of Blackmoon.

The most spread out, or the largest in number, was these free wizards. They were not bound to any force and were free. However, on the other hand, they were mostly Entrance-level Spell Casters and were weak in strength because they did not possess a new Spell Model. Without strong Spell Caster teaching knowledge and experience about Spell Model, many free wizards could not progress any further. They could only forever be Entrance-level Spell Casters.

Therefore, free wizards were also known as roaming wizard. They were the most pitiable group of people amongst the Spell Casters.

The second was Spell Caster organizations. These Spell Caster organizations gathered all sort of strong Spell Casters and their influence was the greatest amongst others. They had many resources and could provide lessons for Spell Casters.

Thus, the Spell Caster organizations basically had the largest force. Some large Spell Caster organization even had the force greater than the whole kingdom.

The third was the Spell Casters in the army. These Spell Casters were mostly roaming wizards. To attain some Spell Models or potions or casting tools, they had no choice but to join the army. After they served the army for a while, they could receive all sort of rewards.

There were some Spell Casters staying in Ravens Castle. In fact, they were roaming wizards who have joined the army.

"In this case, Merilung belongs to the Abyss Fort?"

Merlin frowned. He raised his head and took a glance at Count Selin to find the latter was pale. His darting eyes showed restlessness in his heart.

The black-robed old man nodded. With his hoarse voice, he continued, "That's right. Merilung belongs to the Abyss Fort indeed! Hehe. He's a lucky one. It isn't easy to join a Spell Caster organization even if the Abyss Fort is only a relatively small Spell Caster organization. If he has no letter from the Abyss Fort or isn't valued by the core members of the Abyss Fort, he has no chance of joining the Abyss Fort."

The old man did not hide his envy toward Merilung in his words. Maybe the old man wanted to join a Spell Caster organization all this while but he was unsuccessful. That was all.

"Wizard Hill, if we kill Merilung, will Abyss Fort support him in attacking us?" Count Selin who had been silent all this while finally asked.

This was the most important question. Would Abyss Fort attack them? This was related to Count Selin's attitude toward Merilung after this. It was extremely crucial.

The black-robed old man nodded and said in a serious tone, "Merilung is only the son of a normal baron. What sort of letter does he have to join the Abyss Fort? Thus, he must be valued by the core members of the Abyss Fort. That's why he can join them. If we kill Merilung on purpose, we can't be sure that we won't anger the core members in the Abyss Fort."

Suddenly, Merlin raised his head and a smile escaped him. If the strong Spell Caster supporting Merilung would really attack them, then would Wizard Hill still accept Count Selin's invitation?

Therefore, the black-robed old man surely knew some hidden facts.

After seeing Merlin's smile, the old man also knew that Merlin had guessed it. He no longer hesitated and said directly, "Although the Abyss Fort is scary, Sir Count, the Abyss Fort is truly too far away from Prakash City. This place is not under the Abyss Fort's influence. Instead, it's under the force of the Dark Magic Region!"

"If a strong Spell Caster from Abyss Fort dares to attack Prakash City, that will bring about a detrimental consequence. It can possibly cause a war between the Dark Magic Region and the Abyss Fort!"

"A war between Spell Caster organizations, huh. It's an outcome that no one can bear to have! Thus, Sir Count, even if killing Merilung can cause anger of a certain group of strong Spell Casters from Abyss Fort, you don't have to worry about the Spell Casters appearing in Prakash City."

When he mentioned the war between Spell Caster organizations, a hint of fear escaped from the black-robed old man's face.

"Phew…"

After hearing the old man's analysis, Count Selin heaved a sigh of relief. His face slowly became flushed again and he smiled. "That's right. Even though the Abyss Fort is strong, Prakash City is under the influence of the Dark Magic Region! Even if the Dark Magic Region won't mind these little things, if strong Spell Casters from the Abyss Fort come here, then the talks will be different."

Upon thinking about this, a killing aura faintly leaked out of Count Selin's body.

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"So tired!"

The young girl Shelly was waving a huge sword that was not compatible with her figure. She waved her sword at full power each time, so beads of sweat appeared on Shelly's fair skin even on such a chilly winter day.

After she was tired, Shelly put down her sword and took the hot towel from the maid. She wiped away her sweat lightly, then went beside Merlin.

"After such a long time, you don't move at all. Are all Spell Casters this way?"

Shelly opened her eyes and stared curiously at Merlin. From the time she started practicing her sword, at least three to four hours had gone by. Merlin had sat there on the chair, eyes slightly squinting and unmoving. He made Shelly extremely curious about him.

Merlin opened his eyes slightly. In fact, he was meditating earlier but he could still sense his surroundings.

He had already stayed in Count Selin's castle for a few days. Today was the revenge day Merilung spoke of in his letter. It was also the day Count Selin had ordered to eliminate all members of the Nelson family in the past.

Merlin had naturally heightened his alert, so even in his meditation state, he still took note of his surroundings. No one could be sure how Merilung had planned to take his revenge.

"Young Lady Shelly, I also have a sister who's almost your age."

Merlin did not directly answer Shelly's question. Instead, he mentioned Macy.

"Oh? Your sister grew up in the Kingdom of Light since she was young. Does she practice sword like I do?"

Shelly was interested as expected and immediately asked about it. In these few days, Shelly had taken a liking to Merlin and always wanted him to talk about the interesting stories in the Kingdom of Light.

Interesting stories from a foreign country were always attractive to a young girl like Shelly.

Merlin nodded and smiled. "That's right. Macy is the same as you. She practices the sword since she was young. At that time, she learned from an Elemental Swordsman of the Church…"

Merlin did not know much about Macy's stuff. However, any "interesting thing" about Macy could bring excitement to Shelly, especially when he mentioned that Macy had scolded "Anson" very badly once. Shelly's eyes gleamed with excitement when she heard that.

"Wizard Merlin, is Macy in Prakash City? She must be incredible. She dares to hit your friend. I don't dare to hit my brother's friend…"

Shelly stuck out her tongue and seemed to be impressed about Macy's "bold moves".

Merlin shook his head slightly and said, "Macy is still not an Elemental Swordsman."

Maybe it was her aptitude or something was wrong with her mentality. Macy had not truly become an Elemental Swordsman until now. On the other hand, Shelly, albeit naïve and young, was already a First-level Elemental Swordsman!

Since she had not experienced any cruel battle, Shelly's sword technique still appeared naïve.

"Not an Elemental Swordsman, huh… Maybe it's her cultivation method. My brother is a true prodigy. He's already a Fifth-level Swordsman now! He had killed a strong Icelandic Wolf by himself before. I practice with my brother. That's how I have become a First-level Elemental Swordsman so quickly!"

When Shelly mentioned Cook, she was brimming with pride. It was obvious that she looked up to Cook greatly.

"General Cook? He's very strong indeed!"

Merlin also nodded. During his journey from the Kingdom of Light to the Kingdom of Blackmoon, he had met many strong Elemental Swordsmen. However, Cook was the strongest of all by far.

Fifth-level Elemental Swordsman was truly strong! The Aura Cook gave out unintentionally had always given a dangerous feeling to Merlin. Even if Cook was not a Spell Caster, Merlin would not underestimate him.

"Wizard Merlin, I heard you're a strong Spell Caster. Even though I have seen one myself, but I don't know how strong you guys are. Are you as strong as my brother?" Shelly tilted her head and asked in giggles.

Merlin was a little speechless and did not answer. Shelly continued to say, "Surely, Brother is stronger. You haven't seen him fight. He's too strong! This Merilung wants to hurt Father in the castle. Brother won't let him go easily, so I'm not afraid!"

Shelly was confident about Cook and indeed seemed unafraid at all.

After Shelly saw Merlin had fallen silent, she thought he was no fun and went back to practicing her sword again. Merlin placed his gaze at another side of the hall. The mysterious black-robed old man was not moving. Just like a statue, he sat crossed-legged on the floor.

Merin still thought that the old man was full of mystery. His Mind Power had reached a high level, even comparable to a First-level or a Second-level Spell Caster.

However, having such strong Mind Power, the black-robed old man still maintained his Mind Power on a stable foundation, almost the same as Merlin's Mind Power so it seemed odd to Merlin.

Merlin stood up and approached the old man.

The black-robed old man sensed Merlin coming toward him and opened his eyes.

"Wizard Hill, how high of a chance do you think Count Selin can deal with Merilung?" Merlin asked calmly.

The black-robed old man took a glance outside of the castle, his gaze distant. He said with a shadow of a smile, "Count Selin has let General Cook make proper arrangement. More than ten Fourth-level Elemental Swordsmen and strong crossbow arrows. Hehe. So well prepared. What does Wizard Merlin worry about?"

"Well prepared?"

Merlin snorted. Only a Spell Caster could truly understand another fellow Spell Caster. How could Merilung not know about the situation?

"Merilung belongs to Abyss Fort. If he brings some strong casting tools, Wizard Hill, I'm sure you understand as well how strong a Spell Caster with casting tool is. What effect can these arrangements of General Cook bring at that time?" Merlin said as he sneered.

He thought of Wizard Jason back then. With just a Spell Scroll, he forced Merlin to give his all. Merlin even had to use Bell Pendant to finally defeat Wizard Jason in the end.

If Merilung had strong casting tools with him, then Cook's arrangement in the castle would probably simply become a decoration.

The black-robed old man looked at Merlin, impressed. He nodded and reached out his dried-out hands. He pointed at Merlin, then said in a calm tone, "This is why the Count has invited us. To deal with a Spell Caster, a Spell Caster is needed to do the job!"

A hint of ferocity flashed across the old man's distant gaze.

Merlin felt a small weight in his heart. It seemed both Count Selin and the black-robed old man knew that Cook's arrangement could not stop Merilung.

The true trump card was this black-robed old man who seemed to be weighed down with age!

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Chapter 79: Arrival II

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The sky slowly darkened. Drizzles of rain and snow were still falling outside. Often, gusts of chilly wind were blowing into the house from the door, preventing the hall from warming up.

The flame in the fireplace was going strong, often giving out crackling noises. The crackling noises were extremely clear in the silent hall.

There were only four people in the hall at this moment – Count Selin, the black-robed old man, young girl Shelly, and Merlin.

Count Selin was leaning against his wooden chair and sitting beside the fireplace. He squinted his eyes and half of his face turned bright red due to the heat from the fireplace. He seemed calm but his tightly-clamped hands had betrayed his nervous feeling.

The old man was still sitting cross-legged on the floor. His long black robe had covered his whole body. Since he did not move, a mysterious air surrounded him under the gradually darkened sky.

The young girl Shelly was moving around the hall, doing nothing. Since today was Merilung's "revenge day", Count Selin had called Shelly to the hall as well. He wanted her to stay with him to avoid any accident.

Merlin had been meditating all this while. It was not suitable to practice his Spell or the mysterious posture of the sculpture here but it was alright to meditate his Mind Power.

However, even if Merlin was meditating his Mind Power, he did not lower his guard toward his surrounding, especially outside. As soon as anything happened, he could awaken his senses from his meditation immediately.

It was already near dusk, though. Why hasn't anything happened yet?

Not only Merlin, everyone was confused. Could it be that Merilung would not be coming anymore?

"Father, where did Brother go?" Young Lady Shelly asked with a long face.

She was an energetic and lively girl. She was already frustrated that she was asked to stay in this hall for almost for a whole day.

"Shelly, stay here obediently. It's not any normal day today. Don't…"

Just when Count Selin was attempting to scold Shelly strictly, a loud colliding noise came from outside of the hall suddenly.

"Bang!"

Following the loud bang, the outside of the castle seemed chaotic. Sounds of horses could be heard faintly and many people were yelling about.

"Did he come?"

Merlin was shocked and immediately awaken from his mediation. He immediately opened his eyes wide and looked toward the outside.

Count Selin became tensed. Both his hands grabbed tightly at the chair's handle and stared outside of the hall. Even the calm old man also raised his head and squinted his eyes, looking outside of the door.

At once, everyone in the hall became nervous. They stared at the door.

"Phew…"

A gust of chilly wind blew. Along with that, a tall figure appeared.

"Cook? What happened out there?" without lowering his guard, he asked in a deep voice while frowning.

Cook's black armor was covered in snow. His bright red eyes indicated that he had not loosened his guard at all and was staying on guard outside.

"Father, a few horses in the castle are surprised and ran out of the stable. The horses crashed into our people in hiding, so it's a little chaotic out there. I've already sent people to control the surprised horses. The confusion is now under control."

Cook explained what happened out there briefly. It was only a small incident. Merilung had not arrived.

"Maybe everyone is too nervous. Cook, stay on guard out there. The sky is almost dark. It's the most crucial time now. Everyone can't lower their guards."

Count Selin waved his hands. When he was about to let Cook go outside, the calm black-robed old man stood up abruptly.

"Hehe. Merilung is here!"

The old man suddenly sneered with his hoarse voice.

Cook frowned. His gaze toward the old man was cold as he asked in an unfriendly tone, "Wizard Hill, how will I not know if Merilung is here? The whole castle is completely closed off. Where does he come in from?"

"Bang!"

When Cook had finished his words, a loud bang rang from the outside again. This time, the noise was accompanied with a few terrified shrieks.

"He's really here!" Merlin took a deep breath and said in a low voice.

He felt strong waves of Fire Element. That was the trait when a Spell Caster cast a spell.

Cook's face turned dark and immediately turned around. He left the hall in a stride.

"Five years… Finally, I've come to see this day, Selin! Hehe. That scene five years ago. You surely won't forget about it. My father, mother, brother, and sister… All are put to death on your order! Haha, but I didn't die. I even became a Spell Caster. Today is my day of revenge. Everyone in the castle has to die!"

A young man with short brown hair wearing an armor the same as other knights in the castle kept waving his hands. Balls of fire flew out from his palm and burnt each knight who came before him.

No matter if they were First-level, Second-level or Third-level Elemental Swordsmen, they could not block the fire. The intense heat had melted the snow around the man and lit up the grass hidden beneath the snow. At once, smoke rose, and the place was engulfed in screams, rendering a loss of direction.

"Merilung!"

In his black armor, Cook finally reached the place. His face appeared grim and he stared straight at Merilung who was slaughtering the people. Seeing Merilung's outfit, Cook instantly understood.

Merilung had already come into the castle since the beginning. The incident with the horses earlier was probably intentionally caused by Merilung. His aim was to take away the people's attention and mess up Cook's arrangement.

One had to say that Merilung had attained his aim. The guards hidden in the dark were all noted by Merilung and were cruelly killed after that.

Even though Merilung appeared mad with his bloodshot puffy eyes and ferocious expression, he had not lost his reasoning completely. In fact, he was rather cool-headed. Every time he cast a spell, some Elemental Swordsmen were burnt from the fiery flame while he dodged around unaffected.

"Fire-type spell and Wind-type spell!"

Wizard Hill in his black robe was also standing on the stairs outside of the hall. His distant eyes gazed at Merilung as if he was observing the latter's ability.

Merlin was sending out his Mind Power as well. He stared right at Merilung. Just as the black-robed old man had said, Merilung had only cast two spells currently. They were Fire type and Wind-type spells.

Fire-type spell was greatly different from Merlin's Fireball. There seemed to be no explosive effect but it could form a sea of fire and cause a large area of damage.

However, the thing that attracted Merlin's attention was Merilung's Wind-type spell. Merilung's ghost-like figure was, in fact, the effect of Wind-type spell.

This was the support Wind-type spell which Merlin had been looking for!

"Merilung!"

Suddenly, Cook howled like a beast. His voice echoed throughout the castle.

Following that, Cook took big steps toward Merilung with his Aura building up gradually. It was as if his Aura was solidifying.

"It has begun!"

Seeing that Cook had walked toward Merilung, the black-robed old man, Merlin, and the others wore a dignified look. They stared at these two people fixedly.

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"Boom!"

Cook strode toward Merilung. As his right foot stepped on the ground, it was as if the whole ground shook. At the same time, Cook raised his sword. When he came to a few meters away from Merilung, he shouted and slashed his sword at Merilung.

"Swoosh."

A ball of bright light flashed. As soon as it appeared, it seemed to bring a biting cold with it. The snowflakes falling from the sky were immediately frozen because of it.

"Ka-chak. Ka-chak."

Cook's sword suddenly became larger in size and a thick layer of solid ice crystals laid on top of it. With his enormous strength, this sword which was almost made of ice crystals suddenly exploded. Countless ice debris flew toward Merilung like raindrops.

Cook was an Ice Swordsman and he had demonstrated his ability as a Fifth-level Elemental Swordsman perfectly. He was able to bring out the power of Ice Element from a distance.

This was the substantial difference between an intermediate and a beginner Elemental Swordsman. Other than possessing Aura, an intermediate Elemental Swordsman could bring out the elemental force from a distance, causing damage to the opponent.

In a way, an intermediate Elemental Swordsman had the ability to hurt a Spell Caster!

Cook was the same. He was a Fifth-level Elemental Swordsman. If any of his ice debris had hit Merilung, it would cause great damage to Merilung.

Even a slight hit could injure Merilung badly. After all, a Spell Caster's body was only slightly better than Normies.

From Cook's Aura which seemed to solidify to releasing thousands of ice debris, everything was done swiftly in one movement. His strength as a Fifth-level Elemental Swordsman was demonstrated perfectly.

However, facing Cook's fierce attack, Merilung simply dodged to the back quickly, then pointed both his hands forward.

"Swish, swish, swish."

Gusts of wind whistled by and three gigantic flames flew up, forming a large sea of fire. It blocked in front of Merilung and the ice debris could not penetrate this sea of flame which Merilung created.

However, Cook's attack was not finished. His muscular body dashed forward in a sudden movement. As he waved his sword, a chilly aura of few meters long flew from the sword toward Merilung.

"Ice Seal!"

This icy aura was the Ice Element Cook had accumulated in his body for approximately twenty years. It exploded completely and the terrifying air had frozen everything in its way.

Cook had relied on such sudden breakout previously to seal the movement of the Icelandic Wolf, then killing the fierce beast in the end.

"Swoosh."

Merilung's figure swayed and he had reached behind Cook in the blink of an eye. Cook had missed his hit. The enormous inertia had almost knocked Cook out of balance.

"D*mn. Too fast!"

Upon seeing Merilung's terrifying speed, Cook could not help but cursed. Even the Icelandic Wolf he faced before did not have such quick speed.

Merilung had reached behind Cook and without a moment of hesitation, he directly created a ball of flame. The scorching heat had given Cook a shock. Without having the time to think, he retaliated by slashing his sword. Ice Element turned into icy aura and fought against Merilung's flame.

"Cook, this is just the beginning!"

Merilung gave a grim laugh as the Wind Element on his body kept vibrating. He then released his Wind-type spell again. His figure flashed like a ghost to the point that Cook could only hear the whistling wind in his ears.

During Cook and Merilung's short battle, Merilung only utilized Fire-type and Wind-type spell to take advantage of the situation battling Cook. These two spells were only Zero-level spells.

"Merilung is still an Entrance-level Spell Caster!"

After observing for a long time, Merlin roughly knew Merilung's current stage. He had not reached the stage of First-level spell Caster. However, he was extremely experienced in casting spells. The combination of two spells had created a rather surprising effect in battle.

"I caught you. Haha. Merilung, die!"

Cook's face was pumped red right now. He was completely in a disadvantaged situation. Since Merilung's speed was too quick, he could not pinpoint Merilung's exact location at all. He was very passive.

Thus, when Cook sensed that Merilung was behind him, he did not care about the scorching heat behind him and defended against Merilung's spell directly with his arms.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

The ferocious flame and white chilly aura kept interweaving while half of Cook's arm was in the middle of the flame. Thus, even if Cook was strong and had covered his arm with Aura, he was still burnt and injured by the flame. His previously white skin had instantly turned charred black.

Enduring great pain, Cook had finally pinpointed Merilung's location. He had grasped the chance to seal Merilung's movement at the cost of his arm's injuries.

The chilly Aura in Cook's body immediately froze and Merilung's figure paused a little. The latter was obviously affected by the Ice Element released by Cook.

"Crossbow, do it!"

Cook howled loudly with all his might.

Cook had arranged many crossbows in the castle. Their aim was to eliminate Merilung. After all, without special casting tool or scroll, a beginner Spell Caster could be easily killed by a crossbow that had strong penetrating power.

"Swoosh, swoosh."

Dozens of black arrows were shot silently toward Merilung under the dark sky.

Cook had retreated beforehand and jumped away from the attacking region of the arrows. His right hand which was burnt by the flame was still trembling but a hint of a smile had escaped from Cook's face.

Many arrows were shot. No matter how quick Merilung could be, he had no way of dodging the arrows. Once he was hit by an arrow, Merilung would suffer great damage because of it.

"Bang, bang, bang."

The sound of numerous arrows colliding rang. It sounded as if the arrows had hit the wall and Cook's expression changed. The smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"He's not dead?" Cook mumbled to himself softly.

These arrows were all shot from crossbows. Even he could not be sure that he could get out of the attack easily.

"Phew…"

A gust of wind blew. A figure slowly stood up in the middle of the region where the arrows were most dense under the dark sky.

Merilung was not dead! Around him, rows of hard cob walls appeared without knowing when they had appeared, forming an unbreakable defense line for Merilung.

"Earth-type spell! Three Spell Models. Merilung possesses all the conditions required to become a First-level spell Caster…"

Merlin's current look had turned extremely serious. He stared closely at Merilung. Being able to create three Spell Models showed that Merilung had possessed the conditions required to become a First-level spell Caster. However, Merilung was still an Entrance-level Spell Caster. There must be some unknown reasons for this.

Merlin shot a glance at the black-robed old man beside him unknowingly. He found that the old man appeared calm as if he was not surprised about this at all.

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Chapter 81: Battle II

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Cook could not hold on any longer. His right arm was already injured and this was deadly to an Elemental Swordsman. This meant that he had lost half of his combat ability.

Count Selin was the most nervous one. He looked at Cook in panic. Anxiously, he shouted at the black-robed old man, "Wizard Hill!"

The old man's wrinkled face appeared calm at this moment. He reached out his wizened hand and spoke softly, "I haven't worked out for a long time… Three-Elemental Wizard? Hehe. Merilung, if you're truly a Three-Elemental Wizard, I don't think you'll get accepted into the Abyss Fort. Show me your true strength!"

"Swoosh."

As soon as he finished speaking, he dived forward suddenly. His usually thin body contained an incredible explosive force. He dived into the dark night in the blink of an eye.

"Old man, sticking your hands in this mess so rashly. Aren't you afraid that your Spell Model may crumble?"

Merilung saw the old man wrapped in his black robe and squinted his eyes. His expression immediately turned serious. Obviously, he appeared to know the black-robed old man.

However, as if he had not heard Merilung, Wizard Hill raised his hands up high as he dived forward.

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

Five fireballs immediately appeared. They pierced the sky and flew toward Merilung, whistling.

This is a Zero-level Spell, Fireball. There was not much difference between this and Merlin's Fireball. However, the fireballs released by the old man appeared lighter and quicker. His control over them was even stronger.

This was because the old man's Mind Power was stronger and his control over spell was more skilled. However, in terms of the fireball's power and stability, Merlin's Fireball was definitely more excellent since it was chosen by "the Matrix" from one hundred and eighty thousand Spell Models.

Five fireballs lined up in a row and directly closed off the road in front of Merilung but the old man's trick was far more than that. If not, he would not possibly survive from the "Slaughterhouse" war.

After casting five fireballs, the old man remained silent, his hands waving without rest. The waves of Fire Element were so strong that they even made Merlin go pale.

"Swoosh!"

A few fireballs appeared again. Balls after balls of flame kept appearing without a limit. Moreover, the old man's speed of creating the fireball was astonishingly quick.

Merlin estimated roughly that the old man's speed of releasing fireballs was at least double to triple of his own speed.

In such unbelievable speed of casting Fireball, the old man had almost surrounded Merilung with a fireball in an instant. Numerous fireballs pierced the night sky and flew in bunches toward Merilung. This scene was nothing less than the scene when the crossbow archers released their arrows at once.

Staring at the fireballs surrounding him, Merilung wore a serious look. At least twenty fireballs were whistling around him. The Earth Element in his body began to vibrate in a frenzy.

"Boom!"

Rows of earthy-yellow walls rapidly rocketed out of the ground and surrounded Merilung tightly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

One by one, twenty fireballs collided into the walls. Since Merilung's Earth-type spell was only a Zero-level spell, it might stand against one or two fireballs. However, it had no way of standing against all these fireballs.

The walls crumbled apart in an instant and Merilung could only cast the Earth-type spell again. Each time a wall crumbled apart, his face would turn ghastly pale. Casting the spell continuously also took a toll on Merilung.

In terms of Magic Power, Merilung had no chance of winning against the black-robed old man.

"Old man, it seems that you don't care about the danger of having your Spell Model crumbling apart. You intend to sell your life to Selin?"

Merilung's face was faintly pale. Although he had stood against the old man's attack, the attack had definitely exhausted him. Moreover, this was only the old man's first attack.

Merilung was obviously familiar with the old man. This old man who had survived from the cruel "Slaughterhouse", albeit he could not bring out his true strength probably due to a hidden injury, was not someone Merilung could bear to underestimate.

During this revenge plan, the only person he had to take special caution was this black-robed old man in front of him!

"Merilung, cast your strongest spell. Hehe. The Abyss Fort is well-known for its Darkness-type spell. Bring it on. Enlighten this old man with your Darkness-type spell!"

The old man appeared to be familiar with the Abyss Fort as well and he knew Merilung still had something up his sleeve.

"Spell Model crumbling apart?"

Merlin who was watching the battle from afar wore an austere look. After listening to Merilung and the old man's conversation, he finally understood the secret of the old man.

Merlin had thought the old man was odd. Although having a strong Mind Power, the old man did not dare to use all of it as if he was afraid of something. It turned out that the Spell Model in the old man's Awareness was unstable and required him to stabilize it with Mind Power all the time. Moreover, he could not overuse his spell or the Spell Model might crumble apart.

This was also mentioned in old man Etha's Spell Manual. The Spell Model must be created with stability. If the Spell Model crumbled, the consequences would be great.

This mysterious black-robed old man had an incredibly strong Mind Power, comparable to the peak of those First-level spell Casters. However, he had to use up half of his Mind Power to stabilize the Spell Model. On top of that, he could not overuse his Spell Model.

A Spell Caster like him could never create a First-level Spell Model in his whole life, rendering him unable to become a First-level spell Caster forever.

There was always a hint of loneliness in the old man's gaze. It was surely because of this reason.

"Old man, if you want to die, I'll let you have what you want!"

Merilung's voice suddenly became hard to grasp. There was a rather vague wave of Element coming from him. Merlin had never sensed such Element before.

"Dark Mist!"

Merilung's voice seemed to come from all over the place. His figure disappeared into thin air in the blink of an eye. Merlin hurriedly searched for him using his Mind Power but to no avail. It was as if he had truly disappeared.

The place Merilung had stood at was engulfed in darkness. Merilung's figure was completely lost!

"DarkElement? This is the mysterious DarkElement…"

The black-robed old man appeared serious. Merlin could vaguely see the old man's figure then. However, as soon as the old man finished his words, the sky turned completely dark. In the blink of an eye, the old man disappeared without a trace.

"Disappeared again? DarkElement? Is this Darkness-type spell the Abyss Fort is well-known for?"

Merlin frowned. He was not familiar with the DarkElement at all so he naturally did not know how odd Merilung's Dark Mist was.

However, regardless of Merilung or the old man's disappearance, both were related at the "Dark Mist" released by Merilung without a doubt. Merlin believed that the black-robed old man who had survived from the "Slaughterhouse" would not be as simple as he seemed. He must have some solutions to this scenario.

All Merlin, Count Selin, and others could do now were to wait in silence.

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Chapter 82: No More Escape!

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Night came especially early during the cold winter. The somber sky just moments ago had turned into pitch darkness.

Count Selin quickly ignited the candles and as the strong wind blew, the vulnerable candle flames shook. However, everyone was at a loss when they realized that both Merilung and the black-robed old man had disappeared without a sound.

Suddenly, a muffled noise filled the space. Right there in that empty darkness, Merlin once again felt the vague fluctuation of Elements that was emitted from Merilung. It was as if the black void of space had been twisted and distorted.

That was the fluctuation of Dark Elements!

"Whoosh!"

Two silhouettes appeared out of thin air like ghosts. In an instant, Merilung and the black-robed old man came back into sight and filled the empty spots.

However, both men appeared rather disheveled, especially the black-robed old man. His face gradually turned rosy, and it even began to shake uncontrollably.

"Cough, cough…"

As the black-robed old man coughed violently, his cheeks were seared with a flaming red blush, as if blood was going to seep out from his skin. It was something especially frightening to witness in the silent night.

"Darkness-type spell is indeed impressive!"

The black-robed old man finally stopped coughing and tilted his head backward. There was an unmistakable quiver in his voice. Merlin then recognized that the Mind fluctuation on the black-robed old man who was accompanied by hints of agitated Elements.

It included Fire Elements, Earth Elements, as well as Wind Elements. However, these Spell Models constructed by the black-robed old man seemed to be getting out of control. The black-robed old man, in return, forced his Mind Power to stabilize those agitated Spell Models.

Yet victory was already distinguished by the time Merilung and the black-robed old man disappeared.

"Not bad, old man! I've killed a roaming wizard once. He was a First-level spell Caster, and it was a difficult process. Hehe, you were out of my expectation – your combat ability is actually on par with that First-level spell Caster. It's no wonder you've made it out alive from the Slaughterhouse. However, the Spell Models you've constructed are not stabilized. How're you going to protect Selin if you can't even fend for yourself?"

Although Merilung looked rather pale himself, the fluctuation of Elements on him was still strong and vibrant. This meant that he was not severely injured. The black-robed old man was defeated instead!

Due to the instability of Spell Models in his body, like Cook, the black-robed old man had lost half of his combat ability.

When Merilung shifted his attention onto Count Selin, the corner of his lips curled into a ferocious smile as he approached him slowly.

The moment Merilung came nearer, Lady Shelly, who was full of life earlier stood motionless. Her face turned pale as her lips quivered, and she hid behind Count Selin for protection.

Although Count Selin had more than ten thousand knights and numerous Elemental Swordsmen under his command, not one of them could protect him from Merilung at this moment.

Count Selin took in a deep breath. He drew the greatsword from his back and pushed Shelly, who had been hiding behind him toward Merlin. "Wizard Merlin, take Shelly out of this place. She shouldn't die here!" he said with mixed feelings.

Count Selin looked at Shelly fondly and shouted at Merilung again, "Come on, Merilung! This is my castle, the castle of great Count Kaproh Selin! No one can go against my will in this place. Your father went against me and betrayed Prakash City and that's why he deserved to be dead! Haha, that ridiculous Nelson knelt in front of me like a coward as he pleaded for my forgiveness…"

"However, I, Kaproh Selin, am not a coward!"

Count Selin's face was flushed red. At the same time, his greatsword flashed an earthy-yellowish brilliance that shrouded almost his entire figure.

Unexpectedly, Count Selin who appeared so honorable and graceful was a Third-level Earth Swordsman as well!

"My father was not a coward! Selin, you're the real coward. Haha, you want your daughter to walk out of here alive? Then I'll kill her first!"

With a ferocious smile on his face, Merilung shifted his attention directly at Shelly who was struck with a panic.

"Wizard Merlin, please take her out of here. This is my final request!"

Count Selin's expression changed as he urged Merlin.

On the other hand, Merlin did not budge an inch. He inhaled deeply and said in a calm tone as he glanced toward Merilung who was gradually approaching him. "I'm truly sorry, Count Selin, that I'm unable to fulfill your final request. I've just traveled an arduous journey from the Kingdom of Light to Prakash City. I'm exhausted; I don't want to escape anymore!"

Yet disregarding Count Selin's astonishment, Merlin's left hand gently stroked the Bell Pendant which was hung in front of his chest. He had already decided in his heart.

"You?"

Merilung looked at Merlin and sneered, "Get out!"

"Swish!"

Merilung flicked his finger and a group of fireballs immediately blasted in front of Merlin. Merilung's Fire-type spell was different from Merlin's Fireball. Although they were both Zero-level spells, Merilung's Fire-type spell focused on extensive killing.

Hence, the sea of fire that was released by Merilung covered an extensive area that left Merlin no chance to escape.

"Frost!"

There was no point in escaping if it was not a possibility.

Merlin had fought with Wizard Jason before but Merlin realized afterward that Wizard Jason appeared to be slightly distinctive from other Spell Casters. Or perhaps, he was very different from Merlin, Merilung, or any other Spell Casters from the Kingdom of Blackmoon.

Merlin could not tell what the differences were, but it was just a feeling he had after engaging in a face-to-face fight.

However, Merilung, who was standing in front of him now was a true Spell Caster – a disciple from a strong spell casters' organization like the Abyss Fort. He was indeed extremely powerful as his strength greatly exceeded the free wizards no matter if it was casting spells or constructing Spell Models.

Despite that, Merlin was not frightened to deal with the strongest. On the contrary, he yearned for a chance like this – to have a true fight with a real Spell Caster!

"Click."

Merlin narrowed his eyes and cast a Frost at the sea of flames. Instantaneously, a cold sensation spread across the room and covered an expansive area of flame, even thick layers of ice crystal formed on the ground.

Under the chilling attack, the raging sea of flame gradually died out. Merilung was originally heading forward, but he was stunned that he eventually stopped his footsteps.

Now, Merilung finally shifted his attention onto Merlin and he frowned at the appearance of another Spell Caster in this place.

However, in his eyes, there was no such thing as moving backward!

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Merilung made a move and the fluctuation of Wind Elements in his body grew intense.

"Swoosh!"

In an instant, Merilung's silhouette went out of sight.

Merlin was shocked. When he was observing from the distance, he had noticed Merilung's Wind-type spell was an incredibly fast Speed spell that he yearned to attain.

However, being an observer and an opponent was a completely different feeling for Merlin. With such superfast speed, he lost Merilung's whereabouts in just the blink of an eye. Merlin's entire body tensed up as his Mind Power spread out to inspect his surrounding closely.

Merilung only disappeared within Merlin's field of vision. Merlin was still able to locate his whereabouts using Mind Power but the other party was moving too quickly that it was difficult for Merlin to strike a move.

"Boom!"

Just as various ideas flooded Merlin's mind, a group of fireballs appeared behind his back. The blistering heat threatened Merlin greatly.

"Frost!"

Without any moment of hesitation, Merlin activated the Spell Model and cast Frost. Within seconds, an intense cold sensation engulfed the scorching heat.

Nonetheless, Merilung did not linger. Merlin had no chance of locating Merilung's exact position at all.

"Let's see how quick you can be!"

A glimpse of brilliance flashed across Merlin's eyes. Initially, he had wanted to save some Magic Power for later but now it seemed that it was pointless in doing so. Releasing just one or two spells alone could not pose any threat to Merilung.

"Fireball!"

Merlin's Fireball contained a tremendous amount of Magic Power. In an instant, he released nearly ten groups of small fireballs simultaneously. He did not check Merilung's specific position but cast those spells around.

Apart from Fireball, the Magic Power Merlin had accumulated for his Frost was currently enough for him to release more than a dozen times. Hence, while he cast Fireballs, he also released five Frosts at the same time.

Suddenly, several small-sized fireballs shot across the night sky in all directions. An extensive area on the ground experienced coldness and began condensing into ice crystals.

It was as if he painted a picture with two brushes at the same time. He managed to seal almost all directions, where Merilung could not even escape despite his high-speed.

Sure enough, Merilung suddenly came to a halt, and his body once again flashed with strong fluctuations of Earth Elements.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several walls appeared in front of Merilung. The small fireballs cast by Merlin smashed directly into them. Under the guidance of Merlin's Mind Power, the fireballs burst into violent explosions.

The strength of Merlin's Fireballs was inherently stronger than the black-robed old man's. Now, one by one, the fireballs burst into flames. The strong impact caused Merilung's face to turn as pale as a sheet.

In addition to the attack of fireballs, Merlin's Frosts also gave a great impact. A gush of cold air quickly surrounded the walls, shrouding Merilung, and eventually trapping him inside an ice.

'Now's the chance!'

Merlin's eyes lit up at the opportunity. He immediately rushed forward with the desire to cast Large Fireball on Merilung. Out of the blue, the area surrounding Merilung, who was frozen, rose into a raging flame and turned into a sea of flame within seconds.

Under the temptation of high heat, the ice crystals on Merilung's body surface immediately melted into a pool of water.

Merlin was about to run out of Magic Power for his Frosts. If Merilung escaped using his terrifying high-speed Wind-type spell, then Merlin would completely be at a loss. Moreover, Merilung was a Four-Elemental Spell Caster; namely Wind, Fire, Earth, as well as Darkness types. He had not revealed the Darkness-type spell which was unfamiliar to Merlin.

Merlin would not have any idea to deal with it once his opponent cast a Darkness-type spell. Therefore, he must seize this opportunity and not let Merilung escape.

"Large Frost!"

Merlin did not hesitate even for a second. He activated the remaining Magic Power and released a Large Frost.

"Click!"

A freezing sensation which was several times more intense than before surrounded Merilung's body. Even in the sea of fire, the cold air was not dissipated by the flames. On the contrary, it turned into a thick layer of ice crystals.

This layer of ice crystals was several times tougher than the ice crystals formed by the ordinary Frost. Hence, even if Merilung utilized all his might to release Fire-type spells, it would require some time to get rid of the shackles of Frost.

Finally, looking at Merilung who was still struggling and trying to break free from the ice crystals, Merlin's face revealed a smile. So, what if he was a Four-Elemental Spell Caster and what if he had killed a First-level spell Caster?

Now that Merilung was trapped by Merlin, he was being placed in the same position as Wizard Jason like before.

"Only one last chance to utilize this…"

Merlin gently stroked the Bell Pendant on his chest. Naturally, this was his last resort, his ace in the hole. It was not something he would utilize easily. Once he had used it, the final outcome would be decided.

Merlin utilized ten Large Fireballs stored in the Bell Pendant the last time he dealt with Wizard Jason and the power was terrifying. Even if Wizard Jason had a purely Defensive spell Scroll, he did not manage to resist the attack.

Although there were only eight Large Fireballs left, it was enough to take down Merilung!

"Go now, it's over!"

Right away, Merlin's Mind Power extended into the Bell Pendant, triggering the only eight Large Fireballs inside. Suddenly, the Bell Pendant emitted a dazzling ray of light and violent fluctuation of Fire Elements.

"Eh? A casting tool?"

At this moment, the black-robed old man, who had been desperately trying to suppress the Spell Models in his Awareness using Mind Power, had noticed the Bell Pendant which was emitting a blinding light in front of Merlin's chest. His expression changed – the fright in his eyes could not be concealed especially when the horrifying fluctuation of Elements was being transmitted.

At first glance, the black-robed old man realized that the Bell Pendant on Merlin's chest was a casting tool, one that was extremely precious for storing spells. There were only a few such casting tools available and yet many advanced Spell Casters were not able to obtain one.

The black-robed old man figured out that Merlin was desperately activating a casting tool. Merilung, who was bound by Large Frosts, must have noticed that too.

Obviously, Merilung realized how dangerous his situation was and finally, his facial expression changed greatly. The fluctuation of Fire Elements in his body became so intense that flames rose to the sky. It seemed that he did not hesitate to consume a large amount of Magic Power to break away from this bondage.

In addition to releasing Fire-type spells, Merilung's body also evoked the fluctuations of Dark Elements. Then, he released Dark Mist, the spell most dreaded by Merlin.

As soon as the spell struck, Merlin lost his sense of direction. He could not hear anything, and the surrounding area turned into pitch black as if he was in a quiet void.

This was the effect of Dark Mist. Even Mind Power was useless in this suffocating silence where one experienced a complete loss of direction. This was a peculiar spell that could make people fall into an illusion!

Both the silhouettes of Merlin and Merilung disappeared into thin air. Everyone was completely at a loss. Only a large group of fireballs broke through the dark sky, still shooting forward as if nothing had happened.

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"Hehe…"

Suddenly, a shrill laughter broke the silence of the night.

The black-robed old man who was originally standing motionless, tried all his might to suppress the agitated Spell Models inside him and stood up unexpectedly. His deadly stare fell onto the massive fireballs, and an unmistakable excitement washed over his pale face.

"It seems that this dying old man is still able to contribute."

The black-robed old man's body sparkled with bright, violent fluctuation of Fire Elements. An enormous surge of Mind Power washed over him as if he had been thrown into a pool of Fire Elements. There was a kind of frantic air that permeated the night, turning it into a peculiar scene.

Disregarding the instability of the Spell Models in the black-robed old man's Awareness, he forcefully activated them to release spells.

"Swoosh!"

A group of fireballs appeared out of thin air. With the control of the black-robed old man's Mind Power, the fireballs shot across the night sky, heading right toward the direction where Merilung had disappeared earlier.

"Bang!"

The attack of the black-robed old man was accompanied by a muffled noise. Then, a vague silhouette appeared at the empty space where the fireballs had landed earlier. It was Merilung!

Merilung appeared as pale as a sheet. He did not let his guard down although there were several walls around him, protecting him from the black-robed old man's attack of fireballs. On the contrary, he glared right into the open space in front of him as if he had predicted something terrible was going to happen.

It was those eight massive fireballs cast by Merlin earlier, speeding toward his direction.There was nothing but a vast field of emptiness – no sound, no object, and no one. This place resembled a void world.

Merlin was trapped in such a place. His Mind Power spread out to his surrounding frantically but to no avail. Although he knew that this must be one of the effects from Dark Mist cast by Merilung, he was unable to break out of it.

Merlin had never heard of Darkness-type spell, not to mention encountering with one. He estimated that Merilung must be somewhere around him but he was not able to trace his whereabouts.

Finally, Merlin understood why the black-robed old man who had survived the Slaughterhouse would be severely wounded under Merilung's Dark Mist!

"Bang!"

Then, a violent collision happened. In an instant, as if a crack had formed in this void world, Merlin saw a glimmer of light – it was the flames.

His Mind Power, which had failed to detect any movement, suddenly regained its capability. Merlin witnessed the panic-stricken look on Merilung's face as well as the raging flames, which surged frantically on the black-robed old man's body due to a total loss of control over the Spell Models.

At this very moment, Merlin felt that he had returned from the void world into the reality.

Merlin glanced at the black-robed old man in the distance. He knew that it was only the black-robed old man who could bring him back from the illusion of Merilung's Dark Mist because the black-robed old man had just experienced the spell himself.

Ignoring the risk of collapsing his own Spell Models, the black-robed old man still cast Fireball to combat Merilung's Dark Mist. Naturally, Merlin had to grasp this one-in-a-million opportunity.

"Boom!"

Merlin's lips curled into a sneer. With Mind Power, he controlled eight massive fireballs and ignited them as they got nearer to Merilung.

There were eight gigantic fireballs. Each of them had an infinite power close to a First-level spell, and now the eight of them exploded at once. The powerful force was enough to break any kind of defense.

"Booooom! Booooom! Booooom!"

The catastrophic explosion rose and fell like waves. The violent flames swept through a radius of approximately ten meters around Merilung, turning the whole area into a sea of flames.

Soaring flames illuminated the entire castle, and everyone expressed shock. The current raging sea of fire triumphed over the attack of ten thousand arrows over the sky earlier.

Beads of perspiration formed on Merlin's face. He puffed and panted, and his left hand gently stroked the Bell Pendant. Although there was no difference in the appearance of the pendant, Merlin knew clearly that this casting tool had already exhausted its function.

The blazing flames melted the snow on the ground. Merlin lifted his foot and found that both his feet were soaked wet all the way through his shoes. The feeling of wet feet was extremely uncomfortable on a cold night like this.

However, Merlin was not bothered much. Instead, he focused on the middle of the sea of flames. As time went by, the raging flames gradually calmed down until it was finally extinguished.

Merilung's body laid on the ground. His entire body was burned beyond recognition.

"Is he dead?" Count Selin asked.

He obviously still had not recovered from the shock of the battle. He who had initially sunk into the depths of despair was feeling loss at the situation which had undergone a major reversal.

Merlin appeared as composed as always. He was not really surprised. Even with the possession of a First-level spell Scroll, it would not help in the attack of eight large fireballs, let alone Merilung, who did not have any.

Merilung was a genius Four-elemental Spell Caster. Otherwise, he would not have been scouted by the core members of the Abyss Fort. Today, Merlin's destiny would have been changed dramatically if he did not possess the Bell Pendant, a powerful casting tool, or if the black-robed old man had not helped him in destroying Merilung's spell.

He was definitely a more terrible opponent than the previous Wizard Jason!

Merlin moved his dampened feet toward Merilung's dead body, squatted down, and began fumbling through the corpse.

He noticed that the combined force of eight large fireballs was exceedingly great. In just seconds, the fire burnt Merilung's clothes into ashes. At first glance, there was nothing eye-catching on Merilung's burnt body.

The only thing that caught Merlin's attention was the black ring on Merilung's finger.

Suddenly, a thought hit Merlin's mind. He was reminded of the ring old man Etha passed down to him. Inside the ring was a relatively large space which stored old man Etha's Spell Manual.

Hence, Merlin hurriedly removed the ring from Merilung's finger, wiped off the dust on its surface, and inspected it carefully in his palm.

The ink-black ring reflected faint light in the dimmed fire. Without any hesitation, Merlin focused his Mind Power on the ring.

"Boom!"

Almost instantly, his Mind Power picked up the ring's feature.

"Indeed, there's a space within!"

Merlin was overjoyed. His Mind Power only roughly scanned the space inside the ring. It was similar to the space inside old man Etha's ring but it seemed more occupied.

Merlin did not continue to investigate further but withdrew his Mind Power. He looked into the distance and what he saw was an old man who looked rather uncomfortable.

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Chapter 85: Disappointment I

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The extreme fluctuation of Fire Elements on the black-robed old man was getting out of control. Tiny flames appeared on his body from time to time.

This was Wizard Hill's most critical moment. The Spell Models in his body would collapse at the slightest distraction.

However, the black-robed old man's Mind Power greatly exceeded the limit of an Entrance-level Spell Caster. His nearly peaked Mind Power even surpassed some First-level spell Casters.

It was exactly because of such extraordinary Mind Power, the black-robed old man was able to suppress the Spell Models from collapsing and survived until now.

"Wizard Hill, do you need my help?"

Merlin took the initiative to ask the black-robed old man who appeared unwell. After all, Merlin would have been in a worse situation if the black-robed old man had not risked collapsing his own Spell Models to interrupt Merilung who was casting Dark Mist.

In other words, the black-robed old man had saved Merlin's life.

After what seemed like forever, Merlin realized that the fluctuation of Elements on the black-robed old man's body finally calmed down. Then, the black-robed old man raised his head – his bark-like, dry skin revealed hints of exhaustion as he whispered, "There have been numerous times I thought I would be dead but I didn't… Hehe, Wizard Merlin, you're the one who killed Merilung, so naturally, you've the right to keep any rewards found on the corpse! However, if there are any potions or potion recipes in there, I'm willing to trade them with anything!"

Naturally, Merlin knew what he meant. It seemed like the black-robed old man also discovered the ring on Merilung but he was not in the best position to say anything as it was Merlin who killed Merilung.

The black-robed old man came forward to Count Selin and said in a hoarse voice, "Count Selin, I'll take my leave now to heal my wounds. But my lord, don't forget what you've promised me."

Count Selin, who had now regained his usual majesty, knew the black-robed old man was severely injured. Hence, he nodded and replied, "Wizard Hill, go and take a good rest. I'll have someone deliver your way some Zigen Flowers as soon as possible."

The black-robed old man nodded slightly, then turned and left the castle.

Merlin threw a glance at Merilung's dead body on the ground. The battle was over and Count Selin's crisis had also been solved. He tightened his grasp around Merilung's ring, now in his palm. He was eager to find out what was stored inside.

Therefore, Merlin also approached Count Selin and said in a relaxed tone, "My lord, Merilung is dead, so there should not be any more danger in the castle. I would like to head back now."

Count Selin's eye was overflowing with kindness and respect when he looked at Merlin. Just moments earlier, during Count Selin's most despair moment, Merlin reversed their fate by taking down Merilung's life, and in turn, saved the entire castle.

As a result, Count Selin would not dare to treat Merlin casually as he did before.

"Wizard Merlin, you must be exhausted after this long day. Please go back and take a rest. When things have settled down, I'll personally express my gratitude to you again!"

Count Selin was also worn out. In fact, a lot had happened today. Cook was severely injured, and the castle was partially destroyed. All these incidents required time to mend and heal.

Merlin nodded at Shelly. This energetic, adorable young girl was rather attractive in Merlin's eyes. Then, he turned and took to his heels, his silhouette slowly disappearing into the darkness."Who's that?" a guard outside the castle asked softly, his eyes staring right ahead at the dark shadow which appeared in the night.

"It's me," the dark shadow replied.

The guard walked toward the familiar voice. A surprised look appeared on his face as he recognized the owner of the voice.

"Master Merlin, you're back! I'll notify Lord Baron at once!"

As the guard saw Merlin, he relaxed immediately. He knew that Merlin had gone to the count's castle for the past few days and had not returned since.

"There's no need to disturb Father, I can go in myself."

Merlin quickly shook his head and called out to the guard. Then, he entered the castle alone.

The castle was well-lit. It was coincidentally dinner time so as soon as he entered the grand hall, Merlin noticed Old Wilson, Baron Parman, Big-breasted Madam, and the others at the dining table.

"Merlin!"

"Master Merlin!"

Immediately, all eyes were on him, especially Old Wilson and Baron Parman – their eyes glistened with hints of anticipation.

"Merlin, come with me."

Old Wilson instantly left the dining table and headed upstairs.

Baron Parman also followed behind Old Wilson. Merlin knew what Old Wilson was on about, hence he nodded at the crowd in the dining room, and then followed closely after his old man to the room upstairs.

"Merlin, has Count Selin's problem came to an end?"

Old Wilson asked eagerly, almost right at the moment they entered the room. Baron Parman, who was on the side, also revealed impatience in his eyes.

Although Merlin never once told them in detail what kind of trouble Count Selin had encountered, Old Wilson and Baron Parman were sharp enough to understand the importance of the matter. Otherwise, why would a count seek assistance from Merlin?

This was closely linked to the matter if they could settle down in Prakash City. So, even if it was dangerous, Old Wilson would not refrain Merlin from helping Count Selin.

Merlin looked at Baron Parman and Old Wilson whose faces were warm and earnest, and his lips curled upward into a smile. "Father, Count Selin's problem is solved. From now on, we can settle down permanently in Prakash City."

Old Wilson and Baron Parman heaved sighs of relief at Merlin's reassuring answer. This meant that they were finally able to start over again, in Prakash City.

"Alright, Merlin, you need a good rest."

Old Wilson noticed the fatigue in Merlin's eyes, and quickly left with Baron Parman.

Merlin returned to his room. Soon, a maidservant came in with some warm water.

At the sight of this young maidservant, Merlin thought of his servant girl, Lucia, from Wilson Castle. However, Lucia did not manage to escape from that disaster which happened in Wilson Castle where she was killed by Tirath's knight.

Merlin dismissed the random thoughts which flooded his mind and silently submerged his body into the warm water in the bathtub. Now, he felt extremely comfortable.

After a thorough cleansing, Merlin finally took out the ring he obtained from Merilung. Immediately, utilizing his Mind Power, he explored the items stored inside the ring.

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Chapter 86: Disappointment II

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Almost half of the space inside the ring was filled with numerous strange and eccentric ingredients, many of which Merlin had never seen before.

Merlin was not familiar with these ingredients hence he did not pay much attention to them and continued his search.

Soon enough, Merlin discovered a thread-bound book.

"Swoosh."

Using his Mind Power, Merlin retrieved the book right away. It was a thick notebook with its title written in the Molta language. When Merlin flipped the book open and began reading, his face fell gradually.

This thick book was Merilung's handwritten notes. Each time he encountered a difficulty during his cultivation, he would jot down motivation quotes in the notebook. Most of it was records of his hatred for Count Selin. It was clear that he was thinking about returning to Prakash City for revenge at every hour and at every moment.

However, in the notebook, Merlin could not locate the Spell Models that he anticipated nor the Mind Meditation Spell that he needed the most.

Merilung's Wind-type spell was a Speed spell which Merlin longed to obtain. There was also Earth-type spell, a pure Defensive spell which was extremely helpful to Merlin. After all, both the spells which Merlin currently obtained were not Defensive spells hence it would be unsafe for Merlin when he encountered a powerful Spell Caster once again.

Darkness-type spell of peculiar effects also piqued Merlin's interest. However, none of these spells were recorded in Merilung's notes.

The notebook only contained some of the feelings and thoughts Merilung experienced while practicing these spells. There was no detailed explanation of Spell Models.

Merlin was utterly disappointed! He continued his search through every nook and cranny of the ring but failed to locate the Spell Models and Mind Meditation Spell that he wished for.

Disappointment filled his heart.

Merilung was a member of the Abyss Fort. Initially, Merlin thought that he could locate some Spell Models or advanced Mind Meditation Spell in Merilung's ring. However, there were only some strange ingredients for potions apart from the unimportant scribbled notes.

Merlin suddenly thought of the black-robed old man as he put the ring away. The man seemed to be looking for some potions or potion recipes so, perhaps those ingredients inside the ring might be of use for him.

He thought for a moment and decided to pay the black-robed old man a visit tomorrow. This experienced and knowledgeable Spell Caster who had survived the Slaughterhouse might know the usage of these potion ingredients."Alright, stop right here."

A horse carriage gradually came to a halt. Merlin alighted from the carriage and noticed a small wooden house. This was the house of the black-robed old man.

"Moss, please wait outside."

Merlin still preferred to travel in Moss' stable and comfortable carriage. He whispered something to Moss, gently pushed open the rusty iron fence and walked in.

The small wooden house was surrounded by tall trees but the original green foliage had become bare and looked a bit desolate in the winter.

Merlin came up to the wooden house. He removed the top hat rested on his head and knocked softly on the wooden door.

"Creak…"

Soon, the door was opened ajar, revealing a young maidservant dressed in a gray suit on the other side.

"Merlin is here to look for Wizard Hill!"

The maidservant frowned, her face revealed some hesitation. Brief moments later, a hoarse voice came from inside of the house. "Let him in."

The maidservant performed a curtsy before inviting Merlin inside.

The interior of the house was nice and cozy. The floor was decorated with a light red embroidered rug. The fireplace was burning fiercely, continuously filling the room with comfortable warmth.

It was the black-robed old man who had spoken earlier. He was sitting cross-legged by the fireplace. He appeared rather peaceful with his eyes closed. However, Merlin was still able to sense the violent fluctuation of Fire Elements in him. In other words, the black-robed old man had not stabilized the Spell Models in his Awareness.

"Wizard Hill, the Spell Models in your body have not stabilized?"

Merlin came near the fireplace and sat down face-to-face with the black-robed old man. The maidservant quickly served him a cup of warm drink and retreated respectfully.

It was not a large house. It seemed that there were no one aside from the black-robed old man and his maidservant.

The black-robed old man opened his eyes. Exhaustion flushed across his face. It seemed that his effort to suppress the Spell Models in his body throughout the night was to no avail. His current unstable condition was critical. Like a time bomb, no one knew when it would explode.

"It's not as easy. Forceful activation of Spell Models caused the already unstable Spell Models to be on the brink of collapse. If it wasn't for my strong Mind Power, perhaps the Spell Models have long collapsed into nothing."

Helplessness washed over the black-robed old man's face which was as dry as a tree bark.

"Oh? Is there no other solution?"

Merlin furrowed his eyebrows. He had not expected the black-robed old man to be in such a terrible condition. If he continued the forceful suppression using his Mind Power, in less than a year, his Spell Models would eventually collapse. When that happened, the black-robed old man would lose his life despite his great ability.

"Solution?"

The black-robed old man indulged himself in a cackle of sneering merriment. "Long ago, I found a Spell Caster's cultivation note by accident and later became a Spell Caster after following the written methods. However, a free Spell Caster like us can't join the spell casters' organization. The only way to upgrade ourselves is by joining the army in order to obtain some Spell Models or even casting tools."

"When I was younger, I thought it's better to obtain as many Spell Models as possible. However, how stable are the Spell Models in the army? They mostly focus on strength instead of stability. Finally, a problem occurred when I constructed the third Spell Model. It began to be unstable. If I didn't retrieve the potion recipe by accident and used it to stabilize the Spell Models, perhaps I've been long killed in the Slaughterhouse."

The black-robed old man roughly explained the reason for the instability of his Spell Models. His tone was full of remorse and regret.

Merlin felt slightly afraid. Looking at the terrible condition of the black-robed old man right now made him realized that he had to be more cautious in selecting his future Spell Models.

However, Merlin had the help from the Matrix. Its analysis could assist to perfect the construction of Spell Models in comparison to other Spell Casters. As long as he exercised caution in his selection, he would not experience the same result as the black-robed old man.

"Oh right, Wizard Hill, didn't you mentioned earlier that potion recipes can be used to stabilize your Spell Models?"

Merlin's eyes landed softly onto the black-robed old man as he asked with some doubt and confusion.

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Chapter 87: Title of Nobility I

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"Potions?"

The black-robed old man glanced at Merlin and nodded before replying, "That's right, the potion recipe I first obtained had some effect on stabilizing the Spell Models. In fact, that's the reason why I've decided to lend Count Selin my hand. One of the main ingredients in this recipe is Zigen Flower, and coincidentally Count Selin have them. However, the ingredients of this potion recipe are hard to come by. Besides, I've been consuming this potion for a long time that it's starting to lose effect on me…"

The black-robed old man paused for a moment. Merlin knew what the old man wanted to ask but he shook his head slightly. "There's no potions or potion recipes inside Merilung's ring."

The black-robed old man felt rather low. An obvious look of disappointment washed over his face as he ridiculed himself. "The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment. Merilung was a Spell Caster from the Abyss Fort and even he didn't have any potion or potion recipe. It's only going to be harder for me to find them elsewhere."

The black-robed old man only managed to obtain one potion recipe throughout all these years. It showed how precious these potion recipes were. Most of them remained in the hands of spell casters' organizations or some powerful Spell Casters.

It was extremely difficult for a roaming wizard to get hold of these valuable potion recipes.

As a matter of fact, not only it was hard to acquire potion recipes but each Spell Model, casting tool, scroll, and etcetera, was not something a roaming wizard could easily possess. Many roaming wizards did not have a high capability. For instance, even an experienced and knowledgeable Spell Caster like the black-robed old man was only a Three-Elemental Spell Caster because he was not part of a spell casters' organization. Furthermore, he had to endure the pain of having his Spell Models near the brink of collapse for many years.

However, after joining the Abyss Fort for only five years, Merilung was already a powerful Four-Elemental Spell Caster. There was a vast difference between the two.

Merlin came to the Kingdom of Blackmoon searching for a stronger power that would make him a stronger Spell Caster. Hence, the idea of joining a spell casters' organization slowly grew in his mind.

He asked the black-robed old man who would be familiar with spell casters' organizations, "Wizard Hill, do you have any idea how many spell casters' organizations are there in the Kingdom of Blackmoon? How do we join these organizations?"

"Spell casters' organizations?"

The black-robed old man glanced at Merlin. Of course, he knew what Merlin was thinking but he shook his head and said, "I've no idea how many spell casters' organizations are there, but I do have some understanding about the Spell Casters in this area. The Dark Magic Region is the nearest from Prakash City followed by the Abyss Fort which Merilung was part of. There was also Fire City, Ashes region, and other spell casters' organizations.

"Although there are many of them, it's not simple to be accepted into one. In general, these spell casters' organizations have some unique authenticating object, and only by these objects can they join the spell casters' organization.

"There's also another possibility. Some people, like Merilung, was selected and introduced into one through the recommendation by the core members of the spell casters' organizations. Other than that, it's out of the question."

Merlin's heart sank slightly as he listened to the black-robed old man's brief introduction to the spell casters' organizations. Indeed, there were plenty of spell casters' organizations but as the black-robed old man had mentioned earlier, it was difficult to join one.

Otherwise, the black-robed old man would have been in one of those spell casters' organizations after all these years.

Looking at Merlin who appeared disappointed, the black-robed old man cleared his throat and said in a hoarse voice, "Wizard Merlin, you're still young, and you still have lots of time. You've a chance in joining one of these spell casters' organizations in the future."

Merlin could only nod. He collected himself and raised his eyes to meet with the black-robed old man's. "Wizard Hill, although there aren't any potion recipes in Merilung's ring, there are indeed numerous potion ingredients. Maybe there's something that you might need."

As soon as he finished speaking, Merlin took out some potion ingredients from the ring.

Seeing Merlin retrieving numerous potion ingredients, the black-robed old man regained his spirit. Although there were no potion recipes, it was good for him to acquire some useful but difficult to find potion ingredients from Merilung's ring.

As Merlin laid down the potion ingredients on the ground one after another, a puzzled look came across the black-robed old man's face – most of the potion ingredients were new to him.

In comparison, roaming wizards were evidently less knowledgeable than Wizards from spell casters' organizations. That was because these roaming wizards did not have a clear path that they could take to acquire knowledge aside from learning through accumulated experiences. As a result, it caused a huge gap between them and the Wizards from spell casters' organizations, who learned through a proper system.

In the end, the black-robed old man managed to gain some Zigen Flowers.

The useful part of a Zigen Flower was not the petals but its purple stem.

Merlin found all the Zigen Flowers in the ring and handed them to the black-robed old man. Anyhow, judging from the small amount of Zigen Flowers in the ring, it seemed that Merilung was not too bothered about this plant.

"Wizard Merlin, with these Zigen Flowers, I can produce more potions that might be useful in stabilizing my Spell Models."

The black-robed old man received the Zigen Flowers and exhorted his maidservant to put them away carefully.

Merlin hesitated for a moment but finally asked, "Wizard Hill, actually, I would like to ask you for a favor."

"Oh, Wizard Merlin, don't be polite with me. I'll do anything within my capability."

Perhaps the Zigen Flowers given by Merlin had satisfied the black-robed old man's needs that he softened his attitude toward Merlin.

"The thing is, I'm currently lacking some Zero-level spells. Your Earth-type spell was exactly the one I'm looking for. Therefore, I want to use Zero-level Frost in exchange for Earth-type spell's Spell Model of your possession. What do you think?"

Merlin's gaze remained on the black-robed old man after he had finished speaking. Merlin was utterly disappointed when he did not find any Spell Model in Merilung's ring, but fortunately, he found that the black-robed old man still had three more types of spells, namely Fire-type, Wind-type, and Earth-type spells.

Among them, the Fire-type and Wind-type spells were not of any use to Merlin. The black-robed old man's Wind-type Offensive spell was similar to old man Etha's Whirlwind, and Merlin did not need these kinds of spells anymore. However, the black-robed old man's Earth-type Defensive spell which was similar to Merilung's was much-needed by Merlin.

Therefore, after deep thoughts, Merlin proposed to use his Frost's Spell Model in exchange for the black-robed old man's Earth-type spell's Spell Model. However, all this would only happen after the black-robed old man's nod of approval.

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Chapter 88: Title of Nobility II

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"I'm a dying old man, so I don't need any more spells."

The black-robed old man replied and shook his head slightly. Merlin's face immediately fell into a great disappointment. Then, the black-robed old man smiled and steered the conversation around. "I'm a dying man. Even if it's not soon, there's no hope for me in this life to move on any further so I'll not be needing any more Spell Models. Wizard Merlin, there's no need for an exchange as I can gift you Earth Guard as a present."

Merlin was shocked. He looked at the few pieces of white paper handed by the black-robed old man. Those were the sketches of the black-robed old man's Earth Guard. This was a rather common Defensive spell among Earth-type spells and it was also the same one as Merilung's.

Perhaps Merilung learned his spells from the Abyss Fort so the strength and stability of his spells way exceeded the black-robed old man's.

The black-robed old man did not forget to remind Merlin, "Wizard Merlin, Earth Guard is a spell I learned from the army so its stability is not the best. If you want to avoid hidden peril in the Spell Model, you should spend some time and effort into its reconstruction."

Merlin nodded in response. He was not worried at all because he had the Matrix which could reconstruct more than ten thousand of Spell Models immediately based on Earth Guard's Spell Model.

"Sorry for disturbing, Wizard Hill. Please have a good rest."

Merlin stood up and bid goodbye to the black-robed old man. Then, the maidservant guided him out of the house.

"Moss, return to the castle!"

Merlin traced his fingers along the few sketches of Earth Guard's Spell Model in his hands. He was really satisfied to have achieved his main objective of the visit.

Unfortunately, the only downside was the information regarding spell casters' organization that the black-robed old man had revealed to him. Merlin knew that the only way he could expand his potential as a Spell Caster was by joining in one of the spell casters' organizations…Merlin alighted from the carriage. He swept his eyes around and noticed several knights guarding outside the castle. Judging by the way they dressed, they seemed to be Count Selin's knights.

Merlin threw another quick glance their way before entering the castle. He noticed a familiar silhouette the moment he entered the great hall.

"Master Merlin, you're finally back. Commander Cook has been waiting for you for quite a while," the butler whispered as he received Merlin's overcoat and top hat.

Merlin realized the person in the hall speaking to Old Wilson and Baron Parman was indeed Count Selin's son, Commander Cook.

Although he noticed Count Selin's knights outside the castle, Merlin had never expected Cook to pay him a visit. After all, Cook was rather arrogant and seemed not particularly fond of Merlin and the black-robed old man.

"Commander Cook!"

"Wizard Merlin!"

There was a complicated look in Cook's gaze when he greeted Merlin. After the complimentary greetings, Merlin asked directly without beating around the bush, "Commander Cook, does this visit mean His Lord is in trouble?"

Cook had resumed his usual calm self, but Merlin noticed a change in his previous arrogant attitude. It seemed like he was also affected by the decisive battle between Merlin and Merilung.

After all, the battle caused a major impact on anyone who had witnessed it, especially the eight large fireballs released by Merlin in the end.

"Wizard Merlin, Father would like to see you."

"His lord wants to see me?"

Old Wilson who appeared as if on cloud nine laughed aloud at Merlin's puzzled look. "Haha, Merlin, quickly take your leave with Commander Cook. His lord wants to confer you the title of a baron."

It seemed like Cook had already revealed the news to Old Wilson.

"Title of a baron?"

Merlin was surprised. Although he knew Count Selin would grant him a handsome reward to show his appreciation for saving the entire castle, the conferment of a noble title was too great as a gift.

The class ranking in this world was extremely strict. No matter in the Kingdom of Light or in the Kingdom of Blackmoon, there was a tremendous gap between aristocrats and commoners. It was arduous for a commoner to become a noble.

Old Wilson only received his title of nobility after braving countless dangers in the army for twenty years. That showed that the noble ranks and identities were something difficult to attain.

Now, Merlin, who had only recently arrived in Prakash City, the Kingdom of Blackmoon, was to be conferred the nobility title of a baron. No wonder Old Wilson was overjoyed at the news as it was a great honor to the entire Wilson family.

Merlin nodded in response and quickly went for a change of clothes. Then, he followed Cook to the count's castle.

"Haha, Wizard Merlin, you came just on time. I was just deciding which territory to reward you."

Count Selin displayed a radiance of cheerfulness after his biggest obstacle – Merilung – had been dealt with. His face glowed with health as he appeared full of energy. He even became more affectionate at Merlin's arrival.

"My lord!"

Merlin bowed at Count Selin. He was not too bothered about the territory but it was the fundamental of a nobleman, after all. His future territory was going to be the base of the Wilson family, hence he had to exercise caution in making his decision.

"Wizard Merlin, here's the map. Is there any land that speaks to you?"

Count Selin pulled Merlin's hand warmly as he pointed at a massive map.

Allowing Merlin to pick his own territory showed the respect and high regard Count Selin had of him.

Merlin was also not reckless in making his decision. He studied the few territories on the map closely. After careful selection and pondering, he landed his gaze on the piece of territory nearest to Prakash City.

Count Selin understood and nodded at Merlin's choice. "Wizard Merlin, Conxion Town is a great decision. The town has ample population, fertile land, and iron ore resources, which amount to an abundance of taxes yearly."

Then, Count Selin made a summary of this territory. Indeed, Merlin had made a good choice. However, he noticed both Count Selin and Cook's faces revealed peculiar smiles as if they were keeping something from Merlin about this land.

Therefore, Merlin asked straightforwardly, "Is there anything wrong with this territory?"

"Not really, just that this piece of land used to be Baron Nelson's territory!"

Count Selin revealed after a brief hesitation.

A surprised look washed across Merlin's face. Baron Nelson was Merilung's father, who had been ordered to death by Count Selin. Never did Merlin expected to select Nelson's territory.

However, this was indeed the best territory among all to be taken as the Wilson family's base. Merlin was not bothered about Nelson at all, seeing that even Merilung, the last member of the Nelson family, was already deceased.

The Nelson family was a history. From now on, Wilson Merlin would be the new master of this territory!

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What followed was a bunch of cumbersome procedures.

The Kingdom of Blackmoon was very different from the Kingdom of Light. The Kingdom of Blackmoon was made up of more than ten thousand city-states of several sizes. The supreme commander of a city-state had total control within the area including the conferment of noble titles.

In fact, within Prakash City, Count Selin's authority was no different from a king in a small kingdom. Naturally, his wish to confer the title of a baron to a newcomer, more so a mysterious Spell Caster, was a matter of great importance.

Therefore, the necessary procedures were inevitable.

Merlin did not resist but cooperated in the completion of these procedures. After the long process was over, and perhaps to win Merlin over or to show his generosity, Count Selin decided to throw a banquet three days later for Merlin and invite all aristocrats in Prakash City.

This kind of banquet, especially organized by Count Selin, was beneficial for enhancing Merlin's status. Even if Merlin was not accustomed to these awkward social events, this banquet was essential for the Wilson family if they would like to flourish in Prakash City in the future.

Hence, Merlin accepted Count Selin's offer with pleasure, then returned to his castle.

Perhaps to cherish the memory of the castle back in Blackwater City, Old Wilson named this new castle as Wilson Castle. The moment he stepped foot into the castle, Merlin noticed the butler shuttling back and forth while giving out orders to the servants to clean up the castle.

"Master Merlin, oh no, I mean, Lord Baron! Old Master Wilson and Old Master Parman are waiting for you in the great hall!"

The butler came forward to receive Merlin immediately. He could not hide the excitement in his tone.

Merlin still felt rather awkward at the strange way his butler had addressed him. However, after giving it some thought, he realized that he was currently a noble with a legitimate rank of a baron.

As for Old Wilson and Parman, their nobility titles acquired in the Kingdom of Light lost their function in the Kingdom of Blackmoon. In other words, Merlin was the only noble in the entire Wilson family now.

Merlin frowned as he pointed at the great number of servants in the castle and asked in confusion, "Butler, what are they doing?"

The butler replied respectfully, "Lord Baron, this is an order from Old Master Wilson. He said that the whole castle needs a proper clean-up now that the Wilson family has another noble."

After knowing it was Old Wilson's order, Merlin did not comment further. In his opinion, being conferred the noble title of a baron was nothing compared to his possession of a new Spell Model from the black-robed old man.

He went to the great hall and noticed almost all the important figures of the Wilson family and the Parman family, for instance, Old Wilson, Baron Parman, Big-breasted Madam, Macy, and Avril were present.

"Merlin, what did Count Selin said?"

Old Wilson blurted out as he could not wait any longer.

Baron Parman stood up and said to Merlin, "Baron Merlin, Commander Cook mentioned earlier that Count Selin has invited you over to select a territory. Have you made your decision?"

Merlin felt quite helpless that even Baron Parman had started addressing him as a baron. He was surprised that the noble title of a baron could change Old Wilson and the others' attitude toward him completely, and felt that they were no longer as sincere to him as before.

Even when Merlin revealed his identity as a Spell Caster in Blackwater City, Old Wilson and Baron Parman did not react like how they did now. It seemed like the concept of "nobility" and "rank" had already been deeply rooted in their minds, and it was a mindset difficult to reset.

Merlin shook his head and replied weakly, "Uncle Parman, I prefer that you still call me Merlin. Count Selin made me choose a territory, and I've selected Conxion Town. I'm going to Conxion Town tomorrow to have a look."

"Conxion Town?"

Old Wilson stood up immediately. His face was filled with excitement as he spoke, "Conxion Town was directly managed by Count Selin previously. Merlin, giving you Conxion Town really shows that Count Selin has faith in you."

Old Wilson and the others had learned almost everything about the surrounding situation after spending many days in Prakash City. Naturally, they knew some history of Conxion Town.

Later in the night, the elated Old Wilson gathered Baron Parman and the others to discuss future family planning but Merlin was not interested in these matters. Even with the possession of a territory, he planned to pass the management authority to Old Wilson.

Merlin rose to his feet, ready to rest upstairs but his eyes swept past Avril who had been sitting in the corner in silence. A sudden idea came to his mind, and he smiled at Avril and said, "Count Selin is planning to throw a banquet for me in a few days. Avril, you're coming with me."

Avril was obviously surprised. This was the first time Merlin took the initiative to speak to her since Blackwater City, hence she was too startled to respond.

On the other hand, Baron Parman and Old Wilson exchanged glances at each other with a smile on their lips.

Merlin looked deeply at Avril, who was still stunned, and went straight upstairs. He had no energy to figure out what was going on in the girl's mind.When he got upstairs, Merlin held Earth Guard's Spell Model in his arms. This was the Earth-type Defensive spell most suitable for Merlin.

At present, Merlin only had Fireball and Frost. The former was an Offensive spell while the latter was a Binding spell. He was lacking a Defensive spell.

This was extremely dangerous for a Spell Caster. If right now Merlin encountered a strong opponent like Merilung, then the heavy arrows would be a fatal threat to him.

Merilung was able to protect himself from that but it did not mean Merlin could too. Hence, now more than ever, he needed Defensive spells more urgently than Speed spells.

"Matrix, store Earth Guard's Spell Model."

"Task established. Beep. Spell Model is stored successfully!"

After Merlin stored the Spell Model using the Matrix, he placed the Spell Model's sketches in front of the candle and quickly burned them into ashes.

Although Earth Guard's Spell Model had been stored inside the Matrix, Merlin did not command for an analysis. This was mainly because his current Mind Power was still too weak from supporting three Spell Models.

Old man Etha's beginner Mind Meditation Spell was slow to increase Mind Power. To enhance his strength quickly, he still needed to look for a more advanced Mind Meditation Spell.

The only way to obtain an advanced Mind Meditation Spell was to join a spell casters' organization. However, Merlin had neither the authenticating object nor extraordinary qualifications. It did not seem that he could join the spell casters' organization in the near future.

"Unfortunately, the Matrix can only analyze but not create. Otherwise, with the help of the Matrix, it's possible to derive a more powerful Mind Meditation Spell according to old man Etha's Mind Meditation Spell."

Merlin shook his head slightly to dismiss the unrealistic thought in his head. After all, the Matrix was only a calculator. No matter how fast and intelligent it could be, it was only a program that operated based on a prior established program. It was not able to create something new out of thin air.

The Matrix was able to reconstruct based on the prototype of a certain Spell Model through calculations, which could greatly improve various effects of the Spell Model. However, it was not able to create a brand-new Spell Model without a foundation.

Hence, the Matrix was not able to create a new set of Mind Meditation Spell without a base. That was another whole new theory.

Perhaps, if Merlin was able to store thousands of various Spell Models in the Matrix, it could then construct some new Spell Models through data integration of those massive data.

However, it had to be supported by massive data. Merlin's current collection only consisted of several Spell Models, which was simply not enough for massive data integration process.

Besides, it was unlikely for Merlin to collect tens of thousands of Spell Models in the near future.

"It seems that I still have to find my way into a spell casters' organization. That's the only way to increase my strength tremendously!"

Numerous roaming wizards would love to join the spell casters' organizations but most of them were never given the chance. Fortunately, Merlin was still very young. He had just become a Spell Caster for a few months, and there was still plenty of time for him to come up with a possible solution.

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The second day, Old Wilson had brought many knights to accompany Merlin to Conxion Town.

This town was not far from Prakash City – it was only a two-hour journey. When Merlin and Old Wilson arrived at this place, everything seemed normal in the town. The vendors were yelling as loud as they could on the street. Moreover, there were many products sold there. Rather than a small town, it seemed more like a prosperous small city.

"Not bad. Count Selin is willing to give you this prosperous territory, huh. With this place, there's hope for our Wilson family to prosper in the future!"

Old Wilson became more satisfied with this place the more he looked. The flourishing of Conxion Town had exceeded his expectations a lot.

"The Wilson family will definitely flourish but not with this territory, with true strength!"

Merlin mumbled softly. Had the Nelson family flourished with this booming territory? The whole family was still eliminated in the end and their territory was now given to Merlin by Count Selin.

Other than saving Count Selin, the reason Merlin had received this territory lied more in his identity as a Spell Caster.

Spell Casters mostly belonged to Spell Caster organizations. Even those roaming Wizards were enlisted into the army of the Kingdom of Blackmoon. This army was the army of the Royal Family, to be exact.

Thus, even in the Kingdom of Blackmoon, the power of each city-state was still large. In fact, the strongest military power was still in the hands of the Royal Family of the Kingdom of Blackmoon. If that was not the case, thousands of city-states would have been in total chaos already.

Power was the source of it all! Meanwhile, Spell Casters were the ones who held the strongest power! Count Selin naturally would use all methods to make Merlin take his side.

"The Nelson family is completely gone because they didn't possess a strong force!"

Merlin was clear of that. The Wilson family had come to such a foreign country and the fate of his family was all tied to him. As long as he could maintain his powerful ability, Count Selin would continue to take care of the Wilson family.

On the contrary, if Merlin died or disappeared, it was afraid that the Wilson family's final fate would not be any better than the Nelson family's.

Merlin was not interested in the management of Conxion Town so he asked Old Wilson to do the job. After that, he returned to Wilson Castle alone.

In the winter morning, a persistent rain, mingled with snow, had fallen the whole night, only coming to a stop in the morning. Clouds showed up at the edge of the sky and strings of golden light pierced the layers of cloud, falling upon the ground.

Today was a rare sunny day!

"Doom, doom, doom."

A series of knocking sounds came from the door and a maid in grey shirt called out softly to the house, "Sir Baron, your suit is ready."

"Come in."

A monotonous voice came from the room. The young maid pushed the door open carefully. With her head bowed and hands holding a stack of clothes, she came respectfully near the bed.

"Sir Baron, this is the suit for your dinner today. Madam Wilson stayed up all night for it yesterday."

The maid was very nervous on the inside. Her breathing was rapid and she did not even dare to raise her head.

"Are you afraid of me?"

The monotonous voice transmitted into her ears, rendering the young maid even nervous. This was her first time being so close to the master of Wilson Castle, a young Sir Baron!

Even though the servants in the castle said the baron was kind and friendly, the young maid who had seen many faces of the nobles still did not dare to let down her guard.

"It's fine. Put down the clothes and go out."

Upon hearing the baron's words, the maid in grey shirt left the baron's room as if she had been pardoned and ran away.

Looking at the back of the maid, Merlin who stood in front of the mirror shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly. The truth was not only this maid, even Commander Prat, the butler and Macy who had treated Merlin as she wished had changed their attitude toward Merlin.

Merlin felt a wall between him and the others, or should he say, a difference in the status quo!

"Nice clothes."

Merlin had changed into the suit sent by the maid. This was designed by Big-breasted Madam herself and had taken a few days to complete. Even Merlin who had experience from his past life also thought that this was an excellent suit.

The material and design were not the most important component in making an excellent cloth. The most crucial part was the air it brought upon the wearer. Merlin stood in front of the mirror, looking at himself who seemed completely different. As compared to before, he appeared less child-like. Although his physique did not change much, his pair of blue eyes gave off a distant air.

Confidence, elegance, and maturity. Even Merlin himself could not believe in the Merlin in the mirror. The air he carried now was substantially different from when he first arrived in this unfamiliar world. Although his face had not changed, no one could relate the Merlin now and then anymore.

Merlin went downstairs and saw Old Wilson, Baron Parman, and Macy. When he looked closely, he found someone was missing. He frowned and asked, "Where's Avril?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Merlin heard a sound from upstairs. He turned to see Avril with her exquisite dress, holding the edge of her dress lightly and coming down the stairs.

Merlin had only taken a few glances at Avril in Blackwater City and thought she had well-defined features. She seemed like a delicate porcelain doll, extremely stunning.

However, Avril had dressed up and put on make-up this time. She appeared more mature and lady-like, making Merlin's heart beat fast for her.

"Yeah, you look beautiful! Let's go."

Merlin spoke softly to Avril and she approached Merlin after a slight hesitation. She held Merlin's arm lightly and walked into the carriage which was prepared beforehand.

Without Merlin's order, Moss already knew their destination today. Thus, he drove the carriage slowly and went in the direction of the count's castle.

In the carriage, Merlin and Avril were sitting together. A nice odor kept coming from Avril's body. Surely, she had used some perfume on herself for the dinner.

However, Avril appeared rather nervous. She did not move at all in the carriage and did not dare to look at Merlin.

"Don't be nervous. It's just a dinner."

Merlin consoled her softly as he took Avril's hand.

Avril stiffened slightly but soon relaxed and nodded obediently. Merlin knew Avril's nervousness was slightly relieved.

"Sir Baron, we've reached the count's castle."

After a while, Moss brought the carriage slowly to a halt in front of the count's castle.

"Avril, we're here. Let's go."

Merlin took Avril's hand and alighted the carriage. Currently, there were already many luxurious carriages outside the count's castle. Some nobles who wore glamorous outfits were walking into the castle as they exchanged words in a low voice.

"Hmm?"

Merlin frowned. He seemed to see a familiar figure in front of him earlier but he could not recall who it was.

"Merlin, what's wrong?"

Avril noticed Merlin's odd expression and asked him softly.

"Nothing. Maybe I've got it wrong. Alright, the dinner should be starting anytime now. Let's enter first."

Merlin shook his head. Without thinking further, he brought Avril and walked into the castle.

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Chapter 91: Meet Again I

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The castle was bustling with noise and excitement. Beautifully-dressed madams were gathered in groups, discussing which perfume was better or which clothes were more trendy. They were chit-chatting without a moment of pause.

Meanwhile, most of the mature aristocrats had acquaintances with them. They gathered together and talked to each other at a low volume.

There were many fruits and drinks at the dining table in the castle. The fruits were cut in bite-sized pieces and placed on the plate. The maids were busy about, delivering plates of fruits or drinks to the aristocrats.

Count Selin was also speaking to a few middle-aged men in a rather friendly manner.

Suddenly, a knight came quickly to Count Selin and said something softly. Count Selin then clapped his hands loudly and the hall soon fell silent. Count Selin announced loudly, "Everyone, I've organized this dinner today for the sole purpose of congratulating Wilson Merlin who has recently become a baron in Prakash City. Now, Baron Merlin has arrived."

As soon as he finished his words, Merlin and Avril strode into the hall under the guidance of the maid.

Instantaneously, numerous gazes were focused upon Merlin and Avril. Since Merlin became a Spell Caster, he always had an air of elegance about him. Meanwhile, Avril was stunning by nature; she could become the focus of the people anywhere she went.

Therefore, when Merlin and Avril strode into the hall, many aristocrats were stunned by the couple.

"Sir Count, this is my fiancée, Avril!"

Merlin brought Avril to meet Count Selin and introduced her.

Count Selin simply nodded, then pointed to a middle-aged man in a black coat beside him and introduced him, "Baron Merlin, this is Viscount Raphael!"

The people who could speak closely to Count Selin were naturally not any ordinary people. A viscount, only a title below a count, must be a person who had a strong influence in the whole Prakash City.

Count Selin introduced these people to Merlin to help him truly mingle with the aristocrats in Prakash City.

"This is Viscount Shread."

"This is Viscount Lesley."Count Selin introduced Merlin to around six aristocrats, all viscounts. Merlin also knew that these people were the important people in Prakash City. Maintaining a friendly relationship with them would bring great benefits to the Wilson family as well.

Thus, Merlin smiled courteously back at them one by one.

These viscounts did not dare to be rude since Count Selin had properly introduced him. Moreover, about Count Selin's incident in the castle, albeit a tight blockade was implemented, some news was still leaked to them.

Thus, even though Merlin was simply a baron, not a single viscount would dare to underestimate him. They all tried to be friendly with him so that they could leave a good impression on the strong yet mysterious Spell Caster.

Merlin was not used to such a complicated social event. After he talked to the people for a while, he walked aside and took some fruits to eat.

As compared to Merlin's difficulty to adapt to the situation, Avril was better at these events. She was extremely nervous before but she was born in a noble's family after all. In Blackwater City, she had participated at least a few official dinners like this.

Currently, Avril was pulled aside by some madams and ladies. As she was adored by everyone, the ladies asked her questions without a moment of pause. Sometimes, she would let out a melodious giggle. She appeared to be having fun.

Merlin squinted his eyes and scanned the hall. He did not find the black-robed old man in the crowd. After Merlin had visited the old man a few days ago, he had lost all news of the old man.

"Baron Merlin, what are you looking for?"

Count Selin seemed to have drunk a little. His face was bright red. That was why he went aside to rid himself of the alcohol effect.

"Nothing. It's just I didn't see Wizard Hill around. I'm a little worried, that's all."

Merlin simply said that.

"Wizard Hill?"

Count Selin shook his head slightly and said helplessly, "Yesterday, I sent my man to invite Wizard Hill but his maid said he's still resting. He doesn't want to see anyone."

The black-robed old man was a little proud and aloof. Although he was only a roaming Wizard, Merlin had always noticed the pride in the black-robed old man. The black-robed old man had never treated non-Spell Casters with a good attitude.

Even if the old man was well, he would not join dinner like this, not to mention he was injured and recovering at the moment.

"Father, Baron Merlin."

Commander Cook had stood beside them since some time ago. Beside him, there was an aristocrat who looked a little chubby.

This chubby aristocrat had small eyes and often sparks of light jumped across his eyes. He seemed just like those smart businessmen.

Commander Cook pointed at the chubby aristocrat and introduced him to Merlin, "Baron Merlin, this is Baron Warren. His territory is at River Lye Town, only separated with Baron Merlin's territory, Conxion Town by a river."

The chubby Baron Warren wore a smile all the while and he bowed slightly to Merlin, with his hat off. After that, he said with a smile, "Baron Merlin, we're neighbors. If there's any problem with your territory in the future and you need help, please feel free to tell me. I'll definitely give all my might to aid you."

Baron Warren also knew Count Selin thought highly of Merlin currently. Moreover, their territories were right beside each other so it was necessary to maintain a good relationship with Merlin.

"Thank you, Baron Warren…"

Merlin forced a smile and replied Baron Warren but when he saw the lady standing beside Baron Warren, he was stunned.

"Your Highness, why are you here?"

Merlin was surprised. The lady who stood beside Warren was, in fact, Princess Charise of the Royal Family whom he met during his journey here. Princess Charise, albeit running away quite nonplussed, still carried the pride of a princess then and finally went separate ways with Old Wilson's group.

Little had he thought that he would meet Princess Charise again under such circumstances. No wonder Merlin had thought he saw a familiar figure outside of the castle. That must have been Princess Charise.

"Oh? Charise, you knew Baron Merlin?"

Baron Warren shot an odd look at her but soon resumed his previous expression. He smiled at Merlin. "Baron Merlin, there's no longer any princess now. After some time, Charise will become a baroness!"

Following that, Baron Warren held Princess Charise in his arm as if he was close to her.

Merlin looked at Princess Charise and saw that she had kept her head lowered all this while, biting her lips and having a dark look. Merlin understood immediately that this princess who was of noble origin had to marry a baron after coming to a foreign country. She must have felt terrible about this and seemed very awkward especially in front of her "acquaintance", Merlin.

Thus, Merlin simply nodded to Baron Warren. He then followed Count Selin and walked toward other aristocrats in the hall.

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Chapter 92: Meet Again II

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The night was getting darker and the dinner was about to come to an end. Many aristocrats had dived into their luxurious carriage, leaving the castle gradually.

Merlin and Avril also approached Count Selin and bid him goodbye. Although Merlin had not drunk a lot, he still felt dizzy and wanted to go back and rest.

However, right when he stepped out of the castle, he met Baron Warren and Princess Charise again. Charise did not look so well and she seemed depressed. Her eyes darted all around and did not dare to look at Merlin at all.

Meanwhile, Baron Warren was full of smiles. He spoke a few words to Merlin in a friendly manner, then went into the carriage and left hurriedly.

Back in the carriage, Avril suddenly asked in a low voice, "Merlin, Princess Charise doesn't seem to like Baron Warren a lot. If she's experiencing some issues, can you help her?"

Merlin was not surprised by her words. Avril was a simple girl. Even after experiencing the danger at Blackwater City and going through a long journey to Prakash City, her thoughts remained simple.

Maybe she had noticed Princess Charise's depressed look and was sympathetic toward the princess since they were both citizens of the Kingdom of Light.

Merlin held Avril's hand lightly. After this event, Avril no longer disliked Merlin's certain intimate moves. Instead, she rather enjoyed the faint warm feeling in his moves.

"She has chosen her way. No one can help her."

Merlin was not a person full of sympathy. In a foreign country, the Wilson family still needed to recover from the shock they experienced. How could they get themselves into trouble?

Avril was also momentarily sympathetic toward the princess. Since Merlin did not promise her and she, too, felt her thoughts were too naïve, she did not mention this matter again.

"Charise, when will we have our wedding? I think it's better to have it earlier. Many people are aiming for the wealth in your Royal Family. If I can't block them anymore during that time, no one can save you then."

In the carriage, Baron Warren no longer wore a smiling face as he had at the dinner. His whole figure appeared dark as he stared sharply at Charise.

Charise bit her lips tight, then said dimly, "This is a great matter. I need to discuss it properly with Benin first."

A hint of elation flashed across Baron Warren's eyes. He then took hold of Charise's hand lightly and said with a smile, "I'm doing this for your good. Quickly become my wife. The people of your Royal Family will naturally be my people. At that time, even if other aristocrats have bad intention, they won't dare to do anything."

Charise did not speak a word until the carriage arrived in front of a large yard when Charise replied, "Alright. I'll get down first and discuss with Benin. I'll properly reply you then."

Baron Warren nodded and said, "Good. I'll drop by a few days later."

After saying that, Charise went out of the carriage, leaving Baron Warren alone in there as the carriage left slowly.

"Your Highness, you're finally back!"

Just when Charise had returned to her house, she saw a tall man with armor rushing toward Charise hurriedly.

"Commander Mance, what's wrong?"

Charise frowned. The loyalty of Commander Mance was nothing to be doubtful about. However, he was simply too reckless and made a rash decision. When they arrived in Prakash City, he had caused them many troubles.

Commander Mance wore a dark look and appeared to be anxious. He said in a low voice, "Your Highness, come inside and talk. His Highness Prince Benin is also here."

After that, Commander Mance brought Princess Charise into the house. Prince Benin was already waiting in the house but he looked a little pale at the moment. There was a hint of confusion and hopelessness in his gaze.

Princess Charise's heart sank and she immediately asked, "Commander Mance, Benin, what happened?"

Commander Mance exchanged a glance with Benin, then the former took a step forward. Almost with a trembling voice, he said, "Your Highness, we just received news that three days ago, Church of Light has announced the establishment of the Holy Light Empire with the Kingdom of Light as its core. The empire included the Kingdom of Wood, the Kingdom of Ciel and many large and small kingdoms! Philandeny was crowned as the first Pope of the Holy Light Empire!"

"Boom."

Princess Charise felt as if her mind just exploded, revealing a vast emptiness. She simply stared blankly at Commander Mance.

Meanwhile, Benin was kneeling on the ground as he cried to Princess Charise, "Sister, our country has fallen!"

Their country had fallen. The Kingdom of Light no longer exist! Initially, this news had been announced three days ago but it was a long journey from the Kingdom of Light to the Kingdom of Blackmoon. Thus, this news was only brought to them by some businessmen who were willing to take the risk after three days.

"Our country has fallen…"

Charise mumbled to herself. Even though she had known the Kingdom of Light could not escape its horrendous fate, but deep within her heart still existed a slight hope. She imagined that there might be an army that belonged and was loyal to the Royal Family where they defeated the Church's conspiracy and revived the Royal Family…

However, this was, after all, only her imagination. This news only burst the hope bubble in Charise's heart.

"Your Highness, what should we do next? That Baron Warren is really cunning. Your Highness, you must not stoop to compromise and marry him."

Commander Mance said in detest. He seemed to be discontented with Baron Warren.

Prince Benin also stopped crying at this moment. He said softly, "Sister, Commander Mance is right. This Warren is despicable! On the surface, he seems to offer us help, but, in fact, he only wants the wealth of our Royal Family. If you really marry him, then we'll experience much more difficulties in the future."

After a long while, Princess Charise raised her head and smiled bitterly at Commander Mance. "The Kingdom of Light no longer exists and I'm not a princess anymore."

Commander Mance wanted to speak but no words came to him. He was helpless as well. He knew what Charise said was the truth. The Kingdom of Light had been toppled. There was no princesses or princes anymore.

After a slight pause, Charise continued, "We're now the people of a fallen nation. On top of that, we're the remaining ones of the Royal Family. With our wealth, we'll always be noticed by others no matter where we go. Our only way out is to find someone strong enough to protect us. Even Benin could clearly see Warren's intention. Do you think I can't see that?"

Commander Mance and Benin wore a defeated look. They both knew what Charise said was the truth. Currently, they were marked as the "remaining ones of the Royal Family". They would surely be noticed no matter where they went.

However, Commander Mance and Benin were still dissatisfied. The former could not help but said, "Princess… Young Lady Charise, is there no other way at all?"

"Other way?"

Suddenly, a figure at the dinner flashed across Charise's mind where a thought came to her. As she caressed the dark ring on her finger lightly, she mumbled, "Maybe there's another way!"

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The carriage slowly came to a stop. Merlin and Avril had reached Wilson Castle.

However, just when Merlin stepped into the hall, he found Old Wilson, Baron Parman and the others waiting in the hall. Moreover, they wore a serious look and did not say a word. The air was heavy in the hall.

"Father, what happened?"

Merlin asked quickly when he noticed everyone's odd expressions.

Old Wilson stood up hurriedly and said to Merlin, "Problem. Big problem!"

After saying that, Old Wilson and Baron Parman hurriedly went upstairs.

Merlin also followed the two upstairs. Judging from Old Wilson's look, he supposed the matter must be serious.

"What exactly happened?"

Merlin's gaze darted between Baron Parman and Old Wilson. At last, it was Baron Parman who came forward and gave him a bitter smile. "Merlin, it's a huge matter. The Kingdom of Light has fallen! We just received news today. Three days ago, Church of Light has announced the establishment of the Holy Light Empire with the Kingdom of Light as its core! The empire included the Kingdom of Wood, the Kingdom of Ciel and many large and small kingdoms! Philandeny is crowned as the first Pope of the Holy Light Empire!"

This news was truly shocking. It was a cataclysm. The falling of the Kingdom of Light meant that the old generation had passed. A new generation was about to dawn!

Moreover, the Holy Light Empire did not only consist of the Kingdom of Light. Back then, the influence of Church of Light had spread throughout the western countries, mainly in the Kingdom of Light. There were only three relatively large kingdoms under its influence, namely the Kingdom of Light, the Kingdom of Wood, and the Kingdom of Ciel. There were also many large and small kingdoms as well.

So many kingdoms were now controlled by Church of Light. On top of that, it had, in the name of Church of Light and God, brought numerous kingdoms together, forming an empire.

Simply judging from the area of land, the Holy Light Empire was the largest country after the fall of the Molta Empire three thousand six hundred years ago.

The air was a little heavy. Old Wilson wore a serious look and Baron Parman seemed worried. Only Merlin had not changed his expression at all. He simply exclaimed, "The fate of the Kingdom of Light has been decided a long time ago. Since the time Church of Light planned to move, it has been decided."

Although Baron Parman had a sense of belonging with the Kingdom of Light, it was not as strong as Old Wilson's. He was only worried about the current situation so he said in a low voice, "The Holy Light Empire has already been established. The ambition of Church of Light is as clear as daylight. If the church initiates a war toward the Kingdom of Blackmoon—"

Before he finished his words, Merlin had interrupted him. Merlin said in a decisive tone, "At least within ten years, there's no way this will happen. The larger the empire, the more problem it will have to face. Thus, even if Church of Light has its ambition, it still has to stabilize the empire's situation in these ten years. They won't start a war."

Baron Parman nodded his head thoughtfully, then looked at Old Wilson.

Old Wilson was silent all this while. At this time, he slowly raised his head. Nostalgia filled his gaze. He softly said, "Now, I only want to know when we will ever return to Blackwater City."

Old Wilson's words made the air in the room even heavier. Blackwater City was currently ruled by the Holy Light Empire. To return to Blackwater City, they must face a terrifying empire like the Holy Light Empire.

Returning to Blackwater City seemed to have become an unreachable dream.

Merlin wanted to speak but no words came to him. At last, he remained silent.

Until Old Wilson and Baron Parman had gone downstairs, Merlin mumbled to himself, "We'll definitely have the chance to return to Blackwater City. Definitely…"

After meditating for a while, Merlin had become a little tired. After checking his Mind Power, the improvement was limited. With this speed, it was afraid that it would take half a year for his Mind Power to be able to support his third Spell Model.

As for the two Spell Models in his Awareness, they were rather stable. Moreover, the increase of Magic Power was more apparent. Other than the spell, Merlin also persisted in practicing the posture of the second mysterious sculpture.

However, after practicing the posture for a month, he still had not found any apparent changes. It seemed that it was impossible to have the same effect as the first posture. He could not rapidly possess a physical attribute comparable to an Elemental Swordsman. He had to practice it step by step slowly.

Just when Merlin was about to rest, the butler's voice rang from outside of the door, "Sir Baron, there's someone who'll like to see you outside the castle. I brought her in here."

"Who is it so late in the night?"

Merlin frowned. Since he came to Prakash City, except for Count Selin and Wizard Hill, he had not known any other people.

It was only today that he got to meet a few aristocrats out of courtesy at the dinner, but there was not many whom he was close to.

However, since the butler had already brought her here, Merlin also wanted to know what this was, so he pushed the door open. However, there was no one outside. Only a mysterious person covered in a wide black robe stood there.

"Where's the butler?"

Merlin's expression darkened. How could the butler bring some unknown person easily into the castle?

"Stop looking. The butler has left."

The mysterious black-robed person suddenly spoke – her voice was a crisp female voice. Moreover, Merlin felt that he was familiar with this voice.

"You? Princess Charise!"

Merlin squinted his eyes. The mysterious black-robed person had already taken off the head cover of the robe, revealing a beautiful face. It was surprisingly Princess Charise who Merlin met at the dinner today.

There were still some dew on Princess Charise's hair. Surely, she must have walked a long journey here. On top of that, she came here so late in the night so there must be an important matter.

Therefore, Merlin leaned sideways, letting Princess Charise into his room.

In his room, Princess Charise only slightly scanned the place. Then, she said monotonously, "There's no more princess now. You can call me Charise!"

Merlin nodded. She must have received the news that the Kingdom of Light had fallen as well.

"Say it. How can I help Young Lady Charise so late in the night?"

Merlin asked Charise while staring at her.

Charise bit her lips and organized her words. She then said in a heavy tone, "Baron Merlin, the Kingdom of Light has fallen. We're the 'remaining ones of the Royal Family', possessing a large amount of wealth. However, we're in a foreign country. Without the protection of a strong power, Benin and I won't have any good ending."

Merlin sized up Charise. It seemed the latter also understood the look. Benin and her situation were, in fact, just like a powerless fat sheep. Anyone could come up and take a bite at them.

"Reason. Give me a reason that I should help you!"

After a long pause, Merlin said knowingly. He was not just a benign person. If Charise could give him some benefits that could move him, Merlin would not mind helping her.

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Chapter 94: Token II

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Charise naturally knew what Merlin meant, so she pursed her lip and thought for a while. Then, she replied softly, "If you're willing to help, we'll give you half of our wealth."

After that, Charise gawked at Merlin.

Merlin's expression did not change. Still looking calm, he shook his head. "Not enough!"

Charise held her fist tightly. Her heaving chest was enough to reveal how nervous she was, but she kept on speaking, "We're willing to give you seventy percent of our wealth!"

Merlin still replied without emotion, "Not enough!"

Charise could no longer hold it in and she let out a low growl. "Baron Merlin, do you know how much wealth we have? Seventy percent of our wealth is probably something you don't even dare to imagine."

After Charise let out her emotion, she found that Merlin was not affected at all.

After a long while, Charise bit her lips tightly. As if she was making a difficult decision, she took a deep breath and said, "Other than seventy percent of our wealth, I'll also stay here and serve you!"

To the proud Charise, this statement had destroyed her dignity. Soon, the superior princess had to serve a man with her young body just like the lowly maids.

Above all things, this man was the person she had never thought highly of.

"Swish."

Princess Charise suddenly took off the black robe, revealing her curvy figure.

Merlin squinted his eyes and glanced at Charise. He compared her with the three women with the most exceptional looks he had seen up to now.

The one with the most delicate looks was Avril but her look was too delicate. She seemed just like a porcelain doll and was less feminine. This was probably because Avril was still quite young.

Gia had the charms of a mature woman. She was able to seduce people and fueled them with endless desire.

Charise also had the charms of a mature woman but she was surrounded more by a graceful aura. This was something that she had developed in the palace since she was little. It was something normal people could not possess.

Merlin could see that Charise was very determined for the sake of the last bloodline of the Royal Family, Benin! She was willing to give up the dignity of a princess and begged for Merlin's protection. On top of that, she might have also said the same thing to Baron Warren.

However, Merlin did not care at all. No matter how much wealth Charise was offering him, Merlin would not be moved, so he shook his head. "Still not enough!"

"Puff."

Charise pulled her eyes wide suddenly and her face went pale.

At this time, she also understood what he meant. No matter how high a price she was willing to pay, it was not enough to move the man in front of her.

"Sigh…"

Charise heaved a long sigh and tried to calm her emotions. However, she did not leave just yet. She looked at Merlin in silence.

Merlin frowned. The tone of rejection in his words was already obvious. No matter what Charise offered him, he would not promise her.

"Lady Charise, I think I have said it clear. I won't…"

Merlin suddenly stopped talking. His gaze stared directly at a black ring on Charise's hand, his expression full of surprise.

From this ring, he actually felt a strange feeling as if this ring was extraordinary.

Charise caressed the ring lightly and said calmly, "This ring is a token to the Dark Magic Region. With this ring, one can directly join the Dark Magic Region and become a strong Spell Caster! I'm not sure if this ring is enough to exchange for your aid?"

"Hiss."

Merlin gasped and could not believe it. He wore an odd expression as he asked, "This is a token to the Dark Magic Region?"

"That's right. It's a token to the Dark Magic Region, a strong Spell Caster organization in the Kingdom of Blackmoon!"

After receiving Charise's definite answer, Merlin finally believed that the ring in Charise's hand was the token to a Spell Caster organization he had dreamt to have!

Moreover, Merlin had heard about the Dark Magic Region. The black-robed old man had once said that the Dark Magic Region was closest to Prakash City. In fact, Prakash City was under the traditional influence of the Dark Magic Region.

Merlin carefully took the ring from Princess Charise's hand. This black ring was extremely light. He did not know what material it was made from.

However, there were some tiny runes written on it, forming a strange Magic Circle. Merlin had read about it on old man Etha's Spell Manual. The origin of Spell Casters was so ancient to the point that no one knew when Wizards had appeared. Those ancient Spell Casters had also left many miraculous tricks other than spells.

For example, there were Potions, Alchemy, Runes, and others. Every subject required Spell Casters to spend a whole life of energy and time to study.

Take the black-robed old man, for example, his Spell Model was not stable. He relied on some potions to maintain and slightly stabilize his Spell Models. However, the old man only had one potion formula. He was far from saying that he had studied Potions. Only in a Spell Caster organization, one could systematically learn and study Potions.

Alchemy and Runes were the same. They were only grasped by some in certain Spell Caster organization. Even though Merlin still could not understand the secret behind this black ring, he was certain that it must be an extraordinary thing just from looking at the mysterious runes carved on it even if it was not a token to the Dark Magic Region.

'Wizard Hill has seen a lot. Maybe he'll be able to recognize this ring.'

Merlin decided in his heart that he should find time to visit the old man again.

"How is it? This ring can allow you to join a Spell Caster organization. Can you protect us now?"

Charise pursed her lips tightly and asked in a heavy tone. It seemed that this was her trump card. Unless in the last minute, she would not be willing to use this ring.

Merlin kept the ring in his pocket and stared at Charise in an unscrupulous way. He gave a faint smile. "Protecting you for no reason? Of course not."

"What do you want?"

Charise's face pumped bright red due to her anger and she shot death glares at Merlin.

"However, if you're my woman, things will be different!"

After that, Merlin held Charise in his arm as his right hand found its way on the delicate fair body. The plump hills on her body were toned and bouncy, creating a beautiful sensation beyond words on his fingertips. Above all, the special odor on Charise crept into Merlin's nose, immediately arousing the young Spell Caster's desire.

Charise only managed to let out a stifled noise, then she became silent. At that time, only the heavy breathing sounds of those two were left in the room…

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Chapter 95: Solution I

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Cold wind whistled by outside the house. Feather-like snow had fallen for a whole night but the room was as warm as spring.

Merlin had just woken up from his sleep. He had a fixed schedule every day. In the morning, he would meditate for an hour but today was a little special. The usually energetic Merlin, in fact, felt a little tired today.

He turned around and saw a beautiful face beside him. Her fair arm was still wrapped around Merlin's body tightly.

Merlin rubbed his head and pulled the sheets up lightly. At the edge of his sight, he saw the beautiful sight underneath the sheets.

Merlin and Charise's clothes were scattered around the room, all over the place. There was even a strange smell in the air.

Merlin shook his head slightly. The situation in the room was enough to show how crazy both had been last night. Merlin's body was initially weak, but after a long period of practicing the posture of the mysterious sculpture, his physical attribute had become terrifyingly strong.

Merlin's movement had probably disturbed Charise in her deep sleep so she woke up slowly.

Charise wore a calm expression but her gaze toward Merlin was complicated. She said softly, "Baron Merlin, don't forget what you've promised me."

Merlin turned around and came to Charise. With an absolute tone, he said coldly, "Charise, before this, we may still be business partners. After this, you're Wilson Merlin's woman! Your matter is now my matters to attend to!"

Unknowingly, there was a certain commanding air around Merlin, enough to make others nervous. Charise was no different as she felt the strong male aura from Merlin and listened to his certain, domineering words. In fact, she was stunned because of it.

"Alright, tell me about the origin of this ring."

Merlin let out a faint smile and lightly patted Charise's body. That smooth sensation made Merlin unable to restrain from touching her more.

However, Merlin had always restrained himself when it came to this matter. He would not be addicted to it. Thus, when he saw a shy redness crawled onto Charise's face, he took his hand out. Instead, he took that black ring and lightly caressed it.

Charise gave a knowing glance to Merlin. She felt a sense of belonging apparently because of Merlin's determined words, so her tone softened a lot. She was not as cold as she was before.

"Uncle Frederick gave that ring to me."

Charise appeared to have drowned in her memory. She slowly said, "When Uncle Frederick was young, he has visited many countries. Above all, he has stayed in the Kingdom of Blackmoon for as long as ten years. After that, Uncle Frederick returned to the Kingdom of Light and became the commander for Firebird Legion… In fact, no one knows that Uncle Frederick has become a strong Spell Caster during the ten years he was in the Kingdom of Blackmoon. Due to the influence of Church of Light, he did not dare to expose his identity as a Spell Caster."

"Until the ambition of Church of Light was exposed and they initiated coup d'état, Uncle Frederick gave this ring to me in order to cover Benin and my escape from Light City at the last minute. Unfortunately, Benin and I don't have the Spell Caster Quality…"

After Charise said that, she shot a knowing look at Merlin. She still had not told him everything, but Merlin had already guessed it. Charise and Benin did not have Spell Caster Quality. To them, this ring did not bring much effect. Since they were in danger now, only Spell Casters could see the value of this ring and Merlin just happened to be a Spell Caster.

This was also the true reason Charise dared to meet Merlin.

Prince Frederick was, in fact, a Spell Caster. Merlin was very surprised at this fact. Even though he did not spend a long time in the Kingdom of Light, he also knew that Church of Light's punishment toward "heresy" was absolutely strict. The death of old man Etha was a clear evidence.

A prince was a Spell Caster, the "evil heresy" the Church had spoken of. To hide his identity right under the church's nose, Prince Frederick must have had something up his sleeve.

Prince Frederick was probably a strong Spell Caster who had exceeded Merlin's imagination.

However, even such a powerful Spell Caster had probably met a terrible end, in the end, judging from Charise's tone.

"Tell me more about Baron Warren."

Merlin kept the ring and asked monotonously. The reason Merlin mentioned Baron Warren was because he felt it was still Charise's first-time last night. She was not as close to Baron Warren as she had shown during the dinner.

When Merlin mentioned Baron Warren, Charise shivered slightly but soon calmed down. It was such a strange turn of event. Last night, Charise still despised Merlin a lot just as she hated Baron Warren.

However, she actually began to care about Merlin's feelings now. Thus, when she heard Merlin mentioning Baron Warren, Charise was a little nervous. She first sneaked a glance at Merlin, then explained herself, "Benin and I came to Prakash City after a long journey. We initially wanted to get far away from the Kingdom of Light. Little did we think that our identity as the Royal Family is still known by many people. Forced, I could only reach an agreement with Baron Warren and let him protect us for some time. However, he made things worse by surrounding the place we live. He even said that he's protecting us."

"In a moment of desperation, I can only promise to marry him and become a baroness after some time. He may think that he'll attain all of the Royal Family's wealth this way, so he did not hurry to make a move."

After hearing Charise's explanation, Merlin gradually understood the whole matter. For the sake of attaining the wealth or marrying an honorable princess like Charise, Baron Warren had controlled Charise by threatening and cajoling her.

Following that, Charise met Merlin at the dinner by chance and got to know Merlin's position in Prakash City now. Therefore, she came to Merlin in the middle of the night and offered many generous terms to exchange for Merlin's aid.

After asking all the questions, Merlin sat by the bed and watched Charise got dressed without a word. Even though Merlin had restrained himself in this aspect, watching such an elegant princess like Charise got dressed was still a rare visual delight.

Almost under Merlin's outrageous stare, Charise had quickly got dressed while biting her lips and her face turned furiously red.

After that, Merlin brought Charise out of his room and went downstairs.

"Uncle Prat!"

Merlin called for Commander Prat. The latter did not show any surprise when he saw Merlin and Charise standing together. Obviously, Commander Prat had known about Charise entering Merlin's room last night.

"Sir Baron, what can I do for you?"

Although Merlin still called him "Uncle Prat", Prat did not dare to be arrogant. In the whole Wilson Castle now, the one with the highest status was Baron Merlin.

Merlin replied, "Uncle Prat, bring one hundred knights and accompany Charise to her place. Bring all members of Firebird Legion to the castle. Along the journey, listen to Charise's orders."

Prat shot a look at Charise strangely but soon answered respectfully, "Sir Baron, please rest assured that I'll definitely bring Princess Charise and other members of Firebird Legion back."

Charise showed a hint of worry on her face. Merlin immediately said, "Don't worry. I believe Baron Warren is a smart guy. If Prat follows you, he'll know what he should choose."

"If he doesn't let you go, I won't mind going there myself!"

Although Merlin's tone was calm, a piercing killing aura seemed to stir in his cold voice. The air around Merlin's body even made Prat, who had experienced killing for a long time, felt a chill down his spine.

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