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Chapter 93: Token I

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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.

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…

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.

Chapter 96: Solution II

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Prat soon brought one hundred knights with him and escorted Charise out of Wilson Castle.

Prat was a loyal and courageous warrior. During the few decades he followed Old Wilson, he had experienced countless battles. It could be said that Prat was the right-hand man of Old Wilson.

However, due to his physique, Prat was still a First-level Elemental Swordsman. If he was in Blackwater City, a First-level Elemental Swordsman was already seen as a powerful person but Prakash City was different where there were First-level Elemental Swordsmen everywhere. The truly strong ones were the Second-level, Third-level, and even Fourth-level Elemental Swordsman.

'Uncle Prat is a dependable person so is that interesting young knight Yaguez. They were people whom can be trusted. I should find a time and let Father teach them the posture of the sculpture.'

Merlin looked at Prat's figure and thought to himself.

The posture of the sculpture was the most precious wealth Merlin left for the Wilson family. Moreover, this was a serious matter. They could only teach the people whom they trusted the most.

Probably since this was a serious matter, Old Wilson had not taught the posture of the sculpture to anyone else until now.

Baron Warren's matter was a small issue so Merlin did not care too much about it. Currently, he cared most about the ring Charise gave him. Was that a token to the Dark Magic Region?

Upon thinking of that, Merlin could not wait to go to the black-robed old man's house.

Soon, Merlin arrived in front of the wooden house of the black-robed old man and knocked on the door lightly. The one who pushed the door open was still the young maid. This time, she did not stop him as if she had received the old man's instruction. Thus, she let Merlin into the house directly.

When Merlin entered the house, he looked around but did not find the old man anywhere. He could not help but frown and asked softly, "Where's Wizard Hill?"

The maid answered respectfully, "Wizard Hill is showering now. He'll come out soon."

"Shower?"

Merlin wore a strange expression. On top of having a chilly day today, the old man was still in the dangerous period of having his Spell Model crumbling.

'How could he have the leisure to shower?'

"Wizard Merlin."

Suddenly, the hoarse voice of the old man rang from the side of the room.

The old man came out of the room, wearing only a casual gown. There were a few white strands in his hair. Although he still had a lot of wrinkles on his face just like an old tree's skin, his face appeared rosy. It seemed he became more spirited as well.

Merlin was surprised when he saw the black-robed old man. The old man did not seem like the person who had wrapped himself in a wide robe, giving off a gloomy and mysterious aura.

The old man appeared more like a kind, old man.

"Congratulations, Wizard Hill. It seems that your Spell Model has gradually stabilized."

A thought popped into his mind. Merlin immediately knew the reason the old man had the leisure to shower. This was because Merlin could no longer sense the violent elemental aura in the old man's body. This showed that the old man had gradually controlled the Spell Model in his Awareness and had overcome the danger of its destruction.

The black-robed old man appeared elated as well. He said with a chuckle, "Thanks to the Zigen Flowers Wizard Merlin and Count Selin gave me, I've made a few potions. These potions have barely controlled the Spell Models so they are temporarily not in danger now. However, it's impossible to stabilize them completely. I can find other potions that are more effective."

As Merlin had expected, the old man had truly kept the Spell Models in his Awareness under control but it was still too difficult to completely eradicate his trouble completely. The old man had only attained one potion formula in these few decades, enough to show how precious this formula must be.

"Maybe I have the way to completely eradicate the trouble in Wizard Hill's Spell Model," Merlin said mysteriously after thinking for a while.

"Hmm? Do you have a way? It can't be that you have the potion formula?"

The old man's expression changed. Agitated, he immediately stood up. With his expectant gaze, he stared closely at Merlin.

Merlin shook his head slightly. "I don't have the formula."

The old man gave a bitter smile and mumbled in a low voice, "I was too agitated. How can the formula be attained so easily?"

"Even though I don't have a formula, I have a way to obtain one! Wizard Hill, what do you think this is?"

Merlin then wore a serious expression. Then, he turned his hands over and pulled an ink black ring from his finger.

The ink black ring appeared mundane, but as soon as the old man had looked at it, he was instantly stunned. Following that, his calmed eyes immediately turned sharp.

"This… This is a token from the Dark Magic Region?" with a shivering voice, the old man asked unbelievably.

Merlin was moved. He brought the ring to let the old man look at it. He needed to figure out if this was a ring from the Dark Magic Region. Little did he expect that the old man had recognized it in just one glance.

"Oh? Wizard Hill know of this ring, too?" Merlin inquired in a low voice.

"I can't be wrong. No. This must be a token from the Dark Magic Region! When I was in the army then, I have participated in the cruel 'Slaughterhouse'. Hehe. I saw, with my own eyes, that the strong Spell Casters from the Dark Magic Region have worn such a ring. The runes circles on it are almost identical to that on your ring. This is a token from the Dark Magic Region!"

The black-robed old man was worked up. His gaze stared right at the ring in Merlin's hand.

Merlin understood the old man's feeling. With this token, he could join a Spell Caster organization. This was something the old man had dreamt of for many years. Unfortunately, he did not have the chance to do so.

After a long while, the old man's emotions gradually calmed down. He took a meaningful glance toward Merlin then exclaimed with a sigh, "Wizard Merlin, you're so lucky to have a token from the Dark Magic Region. With this ring, you can join the Dark Magic Region and have the chance to become a strong Spell Caster!"

Soon, the old man turned serious and said, "Wizard Merlin, the token from a Spell Caster organization is really important. Don't show it to other Spell Casters easily. If it was ten years ago, hehe, even I'll be tempted…"

The old man's words, in fact, made Merlin smiled. How could he not know the importance of this ring? However, since the old man had wished to stabilize the Spell Model in his body, he did not pose any threat to Merlin at all. Merlin naturally would not care if the old man had any ulterior motives.

Chapter 97: Solution III

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Merlin kept the ring well. With the black-robed old man's affirmation, Merlin had properly put his heart at rest.

It was only that even with the Dark Magic Region's token, Merlin still did not know the exact location of the Dark Magic Region. He still had to ask the old man.

"Wizard Hill, do you know where the Dark Magic Region is?"

The black-robed old man recalled his memory carefully. After a long while, he raised his head and said without much certainty, "Although many know about these Spell Caster organizations, no one knew their exact location. I only heard about it from other Spell Casters that the Dark Magic Region is in the Kurdish Mountains. It's just that that mountain is huge. It goes as long as a thousand miles. It's hard to find it. Maybe the token you have can provide some help."

"Kurdish Mountains, huh," Merlin carefully muttered the words, then engraved this location deeply in his mind. After he went back, he would find a map and pinpoint the exact direction of that place.

"Wizard Hill."

Merlin raised his head and said to the black-robed old man in a serious manner, "If I join the Dark Magic Region, I'll definitely take note of the potion that can stabilize Spell Model."

The black-robed old man flashed a smile and said, "Hehe. Thanks to Wizard Merlin's words, maybe an old man like me can live a few years more…"

The old man was naturally very satisfied that Merlin would make such a promise. His situation was only temporarily stabilized now. Without caution, the Spell Models would immediately fall apart.

Thus, if he wanted to be sure and completely stabilized his Spell Models, he still had to rely on other miraculous potions. If Merlin joined the Dark Magic Region, this would probably be the old man's only hope.

Merlin left the black-robed old man's place and got into Moss' carriage. He thought for a while and initially wanted to check on Prat and Charise's matter. However, after giving some thoughts, he returned to Wilson Castle and waited for their news. He believed that Prat could deal with this matter properly.

"Sir Baron, Commander Prat is back."

Merlin had already instructed the butler to report to him once Prat was back.

When he came downstairs, other than Prat, Merlin saw Charise, Benin, and the Third-level Elemental Swordsman, Commander Mance in the hall.

"Baron Merlin!"

Benin and Commander Mance hurriedly bowed politely to Merlin. It was hard to imagine that these two had looked down upon Merlin a month ago. Now, they had to bow in front of Merlin.

Merlin nodded without much emotion. It seemed that Benin's flaunting attitude had toned down a lot after experiencing numerous obstacles. He was no longer self-centered, having that insolent attitude as if he was still a prince.

"Uncle Prat, did Baron Warren cause you trouble?" Merlin looked at Prat and asked.

Prat chuckled. "Hehe. How does Warren dare to cause us trouble? As soon as I said that we're Sir Baron's knights, Baron Warren immediately retreated. He also said that he'll come to the castle himself and ask for Sir Baron's forgiveness in a few days."

After saying that, Prat wore a disdainful look. In his opinion, it was rare to see how despicable an aristocrat like Baron Warren could be.

Merlin, in fact, understood Baron Warren's thought. Although Baron Warren and Merlin had the title of a baron, their social status was totally different. Merlin was the person Count Selin thought most highly of. He was also the mysterious yet strong Spell Caster. Even for those powerful viscounts, they would not dare to treat Merlin rudely. How could Baron Warren be an exception?

The Nelson family was a great example. In the whole Prakash City, one word from Count Selin was enough to eliminate a family with a long history. Baron Warren was not so stupid as to publicly fight a person Count Selin regarded as important.

"Smart people can always live longer…"

A smile crawled onto Merlin's face. Since Baron Warren was so "cooperative", Merlin had no need to cause him trouble at all.

"Butler, make appropriate arrangements for Benin and Commander Mance's Firebird Legion."

Merlin left the arrangements for Benin and Firebird Legion to the butler. Following that, he went back to his room upstairs with Charise.

Benin stared at Merlin's back and bit his lips tightly. A complicated expression crawled onto his face.

"Young Master Benin, please follow me."

Upon hearing the butler's call, Benin was obviously stunned. He just seemed to recall that he was no longer the honorable prince…

Merlin moved his body slightly and leaned to the side of the bed. On his left, Charise lied there, exhausted. They had just enjoyed themselves for a while. The marks they left from their crazy moves were scattered all around the room. Charise was already exhausted now and had fallen into a deep slumber.

Charise was showing a faint smile in her sleep. She seemed to be at peace. This was very different from the person who had come in front of Merlin to make a trade.

At that time, Charise had to bear the responsibility of the whole Firebird Legion and the members of the Royal Family. She was also constantly under a threat. A woman like her could not show even a sign of vulnerability. It was only natural that she was tired.

Now that Benin and the Firebird Legion were completely safe, she could finally let down the heavy burden in her heart. This sleep was probably the most satisfying and relaxing one since she had run away from Light City.

Looking at Charise who went to sleep with a smile, Merlin showed a hint of loneliness instead.

Now, he had become a baron in Prakash City and was thought highly of by Count Selin. He had the identity, status, and woman. However, deep in his heart, he felt a sort of emptiness.

That was the desire for a higher power and a wider view!

Merlin checked his Mind Power again. There was not much improvement. Old man Etha's beginner Meditation Method had a weak effect for him. Unless he meditated for a long time, his Mind Power could not have any great improvement.

Since Fireball and Frost were the best Spell Models analyzed by the Matrix, the speed of accumulating Magic Power was also relatively quick. On top of that, they were very stable, so Merlin did not need to worry too much about it.

The Earth-type spell Merlin received from the black-robed old man, Earth Guard, could not be simulated in his Awareness until now because Merlin's Mind Power was improving too slowly.

Not only Merlin's real ability did not improve, but even searching for other Spell Models had become a luxury. In Prakash City, there was no other Spell Caster other than the black-robed old man and Merlin himself.

Due to all these factors, Merlin had become more and more agitated. He could not wait any longer to search for the Dark Magic Region.

"It seems that it's time to explain everything to Father…"

Merlin touched the ink black ring on his hands lightly as a look of determination flashed in his eyes.

Chapter 98: Waiting I

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The wide River Lye surged downward from upstream and flowed past Conxion Town. The heat from the gleaming river gathered on the surface along the coast of River Lye. It was as if the whole of Conxion Town was standing amongst mist.

The weather these days had turned slightly warmer, so many people had begun bustling around during the early morning. Some were busy catching fish at River Lye so they could sell the fish for a good price in the morning market of Prakash City.

There were also some businessmen who promoted their products from out of town. They were selling some small products they had bought from a faraway place to the simple-minded townsmen.

Since Conxion Town was a rather prosperous town, there were many activities going on since early morning. As a result, there were also many arguments occurring as well, making the town seemed rather chaotic.

However, these days were not the same as before. Since the new Sir Baron had taken over Conxion Town, some nicely-dressed knights could be seen patrolling the town very often. Once they found anyone disrupting the order of the town, they would immediately detain the person and beat him to half death.

Although the action of these fierce-looking knights was cruel, it was truly effective. The order of Conxion Town had improved greatly than before. Some businessmen were also willing to buy the local products in Conxion Town and sell to a faraway place. Thus, the whole of Conxion Town had gradually become more prosperous than before.

A carriage slowly drove into Conxion Town. A young man with black hair and blue eyes was sitting in the carriage. As he pulled the curtain open, his gaze fell on the people along the streets.

"Good. The town seems to prosper more than before. It seems Father is really good at managing this territory!"

The person in the carriage was Merlin. He came to Conxion Town to look for Old Wilson and had only checked out Conxion Town along with his journey. In fact, he found that the town had prospered more than before, indicating Old Wilson's exceptional management.

"Sir Baron, we've arrived at the castle," the carriage came to a halt in front of an ancient castle as Moss spoke to Merlin in a low voice.

Merlin walked out of the carriage. He raised his head to take a glance at this ancient town. There were quite a lot of castles in Conxion Town but Old Wilson simply chose a castle that seemed to be more intact to live.

Merlin walked into the castle and found the interior arrangement faintly resembled Wilson Castle in Blackwater City. He figured that Old Wilson must have asked the people to arrange it this way. In Old Wilson's heart, he must have missed the days in Blackwater City.

"Merlin?"

From the castle, a madam who wore the adornment of an aristocrat approached him. Merlin bowed slightly and replied, "Madam, where's Father? I would like to see him."

She was Macy's mother, Big-breasted Madam. To manage Conxion Town conveniently, Old Wilson had lived in the castle in Conxion Town. Big-breasted Madam was also here to take care of Old Wilson.

"Master is at the yard, practicing his sword. Let me bring you there."

Big-breasted Madam brought Merlin to the backyard of the castle.

"Boom!"

Just when he arrived at the backyard, Merlin felt a scorching presence. Within his sight, it appeared as if everything was engulfed in furious flame. Amongst the flame stood a muscular, tall man who seemed like a little giant. His whole being was giving off a fierce Aura, making Big-breasted Madam extremely uncomfortable. She could only say helplessly, "Master has been like this these few days. Merlin, you should advise him to not practice his sword with all his might."

Merlin did not mind Big-breasted Madam. Instead, his gaze focused slightly and stared at Old Wilson's body. Sensing the fierce Aura from Old Wilson and the terrifying flame on his body, a hint of elation flashed across Merlin's face.

"Third-level Fire Swordsman! Father, you've overcome the barrier?" Merlin could not help but ask.

"Hu…"

The flame on Old Wilson's body immediately disappeared. The fierce Aura was also the same as if everything only happened in Merlin's imagination.

"Merlin? That's right. I've overcome the barrier three days ago!"

Old Wilson turned around and saw Merlin and smiled. When Old Wilson was in Blackwater City, he was at the brink of a Second-level Fire Swordsman. It was only a matter of time that he overcame the barrier. Thereafter, he had gone through a long journey and he had not trained much on the way.

Finally, he had settled down in Prakash City. Therefore, it was only reasonable that Old Wilson had overcome the barrier and become a Third-level Elemental Swordsman now.

"Congratulations, Father."

Merlin was happy for Old Wilson from the depth of his heart. Initially, he wanted to leave Prakash City and search for the Dark Magic Region, but he was worried about Old Wilson, Macy, and the others.

Now, Old Wilson had become a Third-level Elemental Swordsman. On top of his powerful, gifted strength and the posture of the mysterious sculpture, Old Wilson would only get stronger in the future. Even now, he was already comparable to a Fourth-level Elemental Swordsman.

Since Old Wilson had become stronger, Merlin could finally put his heart at rest. Thus, Merlin became more certain with his intention to search for the Dark Magic Region.

Upon thinking that, Merlin could not help but said softly, "Father, I've something I need to discuss with you."

Looking at Merlin's serious expression, Old Wilson nodded and brought Merlin into his study room.

"Merlin, say it. What's the matter?" Old Wilson asked.

Merlin hesitated but his expression turned determined after that. He said in a dignified manner, "Father, I want to leave Prakash City for a while to look for a Spell Caster organization!"

After saying that, Merlin quickly looked at Old Wilson.

Old Wilson shot a complicated look at Merlin and did not speak for a long time. The air was heavy.

After a long while, Old Wilson heaved a sigh. "I know this day will come. Merlin, you're my pride and the whole Wilson family's pride! You should live in a bigger world, not by my side…"

Merlin was elated and stood up. He quickly asked, "Does this mean, Father, you've agreed to it?"

If Old Wilson had agreed to this, Merlin would arrange for his leave as soon as he could. He would go to the Kurdish Mountains and look for the Dark Magic Region at the greatest speed.

However, Old Wilson waved his hand suddenly and came in front of Merlin. His face showed a slight hint of hesitation as he said, "You want to search for a stronger power. You want to live freely in a big world. I'm relieved about that! However, the lineage of the Wilson family must remain. I know about the matter between you and Princess Charise. This is a good thing but you have to accept Avril as well."

After a pause, Old Wilson flashed a strange smile and continued, "I'll quickly arrange for your marriage. Until either one of them has given birth to your child who can inherit the Wilson family, I'll let you search for what you desire."

"This…"

Merlin was stunned. He had not thought that Old Wilson had known that he would leave. That was why he had such a "well-thought plan" to ensure the lineage of the Wilson family.

To a past aristocrat like Old Wilson, it was of utmost importance to ensure the lineage of the family!

Chapter 99: Waiting II

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The marriage of Baron Wilson Merlin had become the biggest event throughout the decade in Prakash City.

All large and minor aristocrats of Prakash City approached Merlin to congratulate him personally. Even those who could not make it due to urgent matters sent their people to wish him.

In addition, even Count Selin showed up at Wilson Castle to give his blessing to Baron Merlin and both of his wives.

This grand event was a heated discussion for many years.

…

"The Matrix, initiate!"

"Beep. The Matrix initiation successful. Please build your mission!"

"Analyze Spell Model of Earth Guard."

"Beep. Analysis starting."

Merlin was alone in his room as he initiated the analytic and calculating of the Matrix. He began to rebuild Earth Guard, which was an Earth-type spell he had received from the black-robed old man.

It had already been more than a year since Merlin married Avril and Charise, There was also good news as both were pregnant for slightly more than nine months.

Over this year, Merlin did not rest as well. He persisted in practicing the posture of the mysterious sculpture. His physical attribute had improved greatly to the point that it was now comparable to a Third-level Elemental Swordsman.

However, there seemed to be a large gap between Third-level and Fourth-level. It was extremely difficult to overcome the gap. Merlin figured that it would take at least a few years to practice the final posture of the sculpture to greatly improve his physical attribute, thus achieving the standard of a Fourth-level Elemental Swordsman.

Merlin was a Spell Caster. He did not have such high expectations for his physical attribute. To Merlin, it was already strong enough to possess a physical attribute comparable to a Third-level Elemental Swordsman.

As for his spells, regardless of Fireball or Frost, the accumulation of Magic Power was rather quick. He could almost cast approximately fifty spells without completely exhausting his Magic Power.

The amount of Merlin's Magic Power was even comparable to the black-robed old man who had accumulated his Magic Power for a long time. Merlin's Spell Model had a crucial effect on this matter.

The limit of a Spell Model was about thirty to forty times. Since the black-robed old man's Spell Model was obtained from the army and was very unstable, it was only limited to forty casts at once. . Merlin's Magic Power now was no weaker than that of the black-robed old man. This was the effect of an excellent Spell Model.

Except for the speed of Magic Power accumulation, Merlin's Mind Power also improved. Although the improvement was slow, there should be no problem for him to support three Spell Models now.

Therefore, Merlin had allowed the Matrix to analyze hisEarth-typeEarth-type spell, Earth Guard. He was ready to simulate the third Spell Model in his Awareness.

"Beep. Analysis ended. A total of eighty-seven thousand six hundred and fifty-one Spell Models are obtained."

The Matrix had obtained a result of more than eighty thousand Spell Models. As compared to the previous Spell Models where the first was one hundred eighty thousand and the second was one hundred twenty thousand, this seemed to be much lesser.

However, Merlin had already obtained a conclusion. The analysis of the Matrix was based on data. Since there were many Spell Models for Fireball back then, it was only natural that the Matrix could analyze so many Spell Models with these as references.

The Frost also had a few Spell Models as a reference, so more than one hundred and twenty thousand Spell Models could be obtained.

However, he only received one Spell Model for Earth Guard from the black-robed old man. The decline in date naturally decreased the number of Spell Models analyzed by the Matrix.

Following that, Merlin once again chose the most stable and powerful Spell Model amongst the eighty thousand Spell Models. After witnessing the black-robed old man's situation, Merlin was determined to choose the most stable Spell Model even if it was not powerful. If this was not the case, it would be disastrous should the Spell Model became unstable.

After choosing the Spell Model, the last step was simulating the Spell Model in his Awareness. This step was not dangerous. As long as he had enough Mind Power, there was no problem simulating the Spell Model in his Awareness.

"Voom!"

After spending a few hours simulating Earth Guard in his Awareness, Merlin suddenly sensed countless yellowish spots of light around him. The spots were absorbed into the Spell Model gradually and made the whole Spell Model seem heavy.

Merlin knew that these yellowish spots of light were the Earth elements. Once the Earth elements had accumulated to a certain extent, Merlin could cast Earth Guard.

With a Defensive spell like Earth Guard, Merlin did not need to fear the attack of crossbow archers. Back then when Merilung faced the attack of thousands of crossbow arrows in Count Selin's castle, he only used Earth Guard to block the attack. This was sufficient to prove the strength of the spell.

Although Merlin had received the spell from the black-robed old man, the Spell Model created through the analysis from the Matrix was far better than that of the old man's in terms of stability and power.

Even the excellent Earth Guard that Merilung learned from the Abyss Fort was slightly inferior to the Spell Model Merlin had acquired through the Matrix's analysis.

"Hu…"

Merlin heaved a sigh of relief. He sensed the Spell Models in his Awareness and he could not help but brim with smiles.

The presence of three Spell Models indicated that if Merlin had enough Mind Power while also possessing a First-level Spell Model that corresponded with the three Spell Models; he could begin to build a First-level Spell Model.

Once he succeeded in doing so, Merlin could become a strong First-level spell Caster!

The Spell Manual of old man Etha once mentioned that only a First-level spell Caster could be counted as a true Spell Caster. To become a First-level spell Caster was to become a whole new person compared to a Normie. Even his lifespan would be extended.

Some strong First-level spell Casters could live up to two hundred years. This was a long lifespan that Normies could not even imagine to have.

The third Spell Model was slowly accumulating Magic Power, and Merlin still wanted to test its power, but a series of urgent footsteps was heard outside the door.

"Sir Baron."

Merlin stood up and opened the door. It was the butler who appeared anxious.

"Quick, Lady Charise is in labor. Sir Baron, please get there as quickly as you can," the butler said in a rush.

"In labor?"

Merlin was startled, then he was filled with indescribable happiness. If he counted the time, it was about time for Charise and Avril to be in labor since they were pregnant for more than nine months. Thus, Merlin did not have the chance to test the power of Earth Guard as he immediately followed the butler to Charise's room quickly.

Chapter 100: Forward I

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Outside Charise's room, Merlin, Old Wilson, Big-breasted Madam, Macy, and the others were waiting anxiously.

Old Wilson walked forward and said to Merlin softly, "Merlin, don't worry. Charise will be fine."

Merlin nodded, but there was not the slightest relief in his heart.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a figure dashed in from the outside. It was Benin, suited in armor and looking travel-weary.

"Baron, sir, how's my sister?" Benin inquired Merlin hurriedly the moment he saw him.

"Charise is fine. You've come back from the city guard?"

Merlin frowned. Although Benin was now more mature than he had been, he still could not shake off some of the flaws he had picked up as a prince previously. Merlin had arranged for him to join Count Selin's city guard as a junior captain but he often caused trouble. Thus, Merlin was very displeased with Benin.

Benin was rather scared of Merlin as well, so he explained hurriedly, "I've explained the situation to my Commander before coming back."

"Alright, wait here then."

Merlin was no longer willing to be bothered with Benin. After speaking coldly to him, he turned his eyes back toward Charise's room. Her agonizing moans drifted out unceasingly from the room.

After a few hours, the bright and clear crying sound of an infant rang through the house. With his spirits lifted, Merlin hastily walked to the front of the room door, feeling rather agitated.

"Creak…"

The door to the room was pushed opened and two slightly older servant girls walked out. One of them was carrying a newborn baby.

"Congratulations, baron, Madam Charise has given birth to a baby girl."

Merlin took a hurried step forward and received the infant from the arms of the servant girl. Immediately, an indescribable emotion surged in his heart. Perhaps this was how it felt to be close with his own flesh and blood.

"Baron, please give the little missus a name."

The servant girls said, beaming.

"Name?"

Merlin gave it some thought. Finally, he still looked at Old Wilson, speaking with a smile, "Let Father choose the name."

Nevertheless, Old Wilson shook his head. With his eyes slightly squinted, he spoke in a cold voice, "Merlin, you're now a father. You have to be the one who chooses the name."

Merlin gave the matter careful consideration again but there was still a multitude of options in his mind. Unable to think of a suitable name, he said, "I'll name both children at the same time after Avril gives birth."

Old Wilson nodded. "That's alright as well. Bring the child and go in to see Charise, quickly."

Merlin nodded. Carrying his child, he entered the room.

***

After half a month, Avril gave birth to a baby boy. Merlin pondered long and hard for three days, before finally coming up with the names. The girl was called Wilson Celia, while the boy was named Wilson Bettan.

However, Old Wilson then felt that the name of the boy was mediocre. He called the shots and changed the name to Wilson Conxion. Merlin's territory was the small town of Conxion, so Old Wilson's intentions for Merlin to inherit the title of a baron over Conxion in the future were very clear.

Needless to say, Merlin would not go against Old Wilson's wishes in this matter. Thus, he spent three extremely warm and comforting months in the castle with his two wives and father.

After three months, Merlin's third Spell Model had already accumulated enough Magic Power to continuously unleash over ten Earth Guards.

"It's time to leave!"

Although the calm and peaceful days were warm and comfortable, they were not what Merlin wanted. In his heart, he was already eager to find the Dark Magic Region. After all, it had been delayed for an entire year by now.

However, before he left, there were still things that had to be settled. The first was to bid Count Selin and the black-robed old man farewell.

Hence, Merlin arrived at Count Selin's castle.

When Count Selin heard that Merlin already owned the keepsake from the Dark Magic Region and that he was probably going to join them, he was naturally very happy. Now that Merlin was a baron in his territory, he could be said to be completely tied to Prakash City. Count Selin could not ask for more than Merlin joining a Spell Caster's organization and becoming a powerful Spell Caster.

Count Selin even swore to Merlin that he would take good care of the Wilson family. This was also Merlin's purpose as Count Selin's assistance was still necessary for the Wilson family to grow peacefully in Prakash City.

Bidding goodbye to Count Selin, Merlin arrived at where the black-robed old man lived.

The countenance of the black-robed old man looked very good. As the days passed, the Mind fluctuation in his body had also been alleviated more and more. It looked like he had already gained basic control over the Spell Model in his body.

"Wizard Hill, I'm about to leave."

The first words that came out from Merlin's mouth explained his reason for coming.

The black-robed old man looked up abruptly. His expression was filled with complex emotions as he smiled gently and spoke in a hoarse voice, "It's been a year, and you've finally decided to leave. Hehe, this old fellow who's about to die is still looking at you expectantly with wide eyes, to obtain a Spell Model-stabilizing Potion from the Dark Magic Region. However, don't let it be that I, this old fellow, would be dead before I manage to wait out your return…"

Merlin knew that the black-robed old man was most concerned about the Spell Model-stabilizing Potion. After all, he had been troubled by the instability of his Spell Models for more than dozens of years. He could be considered to have had his fill of torture.

"Wizard Hill, don't worry. If I find the Spell Model-stabilizing Potion, I'll look for an opportunity to come back for a visit."

Merlin remembered back then how the black-robed old man had ignored the danger of his Spell Models collapsing. He had struck Merilung brazenly, disrupting Dark Mist unleashed by Merilung. In a way, he had indirectly saved Merlin's life.

Merlin had also not forgotten how the black-robed old man had gifted Earth Guard Model, an Earth-type spell, to him a year ago.

Therefore, the moment he obtained the Spell Model-stabilizing Potion, Merlin would find time to come back and help the black-robed old man solve the invisible danger of his Spell Models once and for all.

After chatting for a while more, Merlin stood up and got ready to leave. The black-robed old man suddenly spoke, "Wizard Merlin, I'll help look after the Wilson family, hehe. As long as this old fellow lives, I won't let anything happen to your family."

Merlin stopped in his tracks and turned around to bow slightly toward the black-robed old man. Then, he left the residence of the black-robed old man. With the Wilson family being under Count Selin's care and the black-robed old man's protection from the shadows, nothing would happen to the Wilson family even after Merlin left.

Merlin only felt truly relieved after having done all that.

***

The night was lonely and sorrowful. Avril and Charise, who had always been conservative, had unexpectedly laid down together on Merlin's great bed. They knew that Merlin was about to leave, so they were enjoying the tenderness of this final night.

Merlin did the best that he could as well, spending a long, crazy night with Avril and Charise until he had exhausted all of his energy. Both Avril and Charise fell into a deep sleep.

Merlin did not sleep. He meditated for a few hours, and only slowly stood up at the first glimmer of dawn. With a complicated expression, he looked at Avril and Charise, who was sleeping soundly in bed.

"I'll return."

Merlin caressed the ink black ring on his hand gently. Although there was still some nostalgia in his heart, he turned and left the room as resolutely as he had in the past. Without informing anyone, he departed from the castle alone, quietly.

Shortly after Merlin had left the castle, a burly figure which looked like a small giant appeared in the night. It stood silently in the chilly wind for quite some time, watching Merlin's gradually disappearing back with a complicated look in its eyes…

Chapter 101: Forward II

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

On the wide avenue, a horse carriage was going forward at a leisurely pace.

Two men and a girl sat in the carriage. Of the two men, one was wearing a neat, form-fitting outfit, and carried a greatsword on his back. He had a burly physique with a faint, oppressive aura surrounding his body.

In contrast, the other man had on a long, loose robe. He was slender with black hair and blue eyes and looked extremely young. This man was Merlin and he had just left Prakash City.

Merlin had departed from Prakash City alone, going toward the Kurdish Mountains according to the directions on the map. Along the way, he had met this pair of man and girl by coincidence.

The burly man was called Capace. His hair was tied up in a small ponytail. On the other hand, the girl with a tall and slender physique was Catherine. They were siblings who had met Merlin on the road, and Catherine had invited Merlin into their carriage.

"Mr. Merlin, where are you preparing to go?"

Ever since Merlin had boarded the carriage, Catherine had struck up an extremely warm and friendly conversation with Merlin. It could be seen that she was quite vivacious but lacking in experience when it came to handling matters as she did not possess the necessary vigilance toward strangers.

On the other hand, Catherine's older brother, Capace, was extremely alert. However, he had failed at dissuading Catherine, so he could only agree to let Merlin into their carriage.

Hearing Catherine's question, Merlin pondered deeply for a while. He did not withhold information deliberately, and said in a cold tone, "I'm going to the Kurdish Mountains."

The Kurdish Mountains were vast. Some rare, wild beasts appeared there often, and their fur was extremely popular with the upper-level aristocrats. Hence, adventurers would enter the mountains frequently to hunt for these rare wild beasts so that they could exchange them for great amounts of gold.

Catherine looked at Merlin from top to bottom, sizing him up then said doubtfully, "You're going to the Kurdish Mountains? By the looks of you, you don't seem like an adventurer."

Indeed – with an appearance like Merlin who was wearing a long, loose robe and had a body build that could not be deemed stalwart, he just did not look like an adventurer who would go through the rigors of living in the wild. In addition, he even looked frail, and had not a single weapon on him.

Merlin did not reply immediately. He smiled, giving Capace and Catherine a very meaningful look before saying in a soft voice, "You guys don't look like adventurers either."

Catherine's face turned slightly red. Following which, she spoke in a low voice, "We're not adventurers, indeed. I'll let you in on a secret. We heard that there's a powerful spell casters' organization in the Kurdish Mountains, so we wish to look for them. If we're lucky enough to find them, perhaps we can become mysterious and powerful Spell Casters!"

Seeing the excitement on Catherine's face, Merlin's eyes narrowed slightly. He spoke without a shift in his expression, "Oh? There are Spell Casters in the Kurdish Mountains?"

"Of course there are, we heard about them personally…"

"Cough… Catherine, it's very stuffy inside the carriage. Let's get down and take a break."

Catherine had immediately answered without thinking. Nevertheless, the look on Capace's face changed. Sitting next to her, he hurriedly nudged Catherine and deflected the topic of the conversation.

An understanding dawned upon Merlin. Capace still had a certain level of vigilance, but the words spoken by Catherine earlier had already leaked out a wealth of information.

"I feel very stifled as well. Let's get down and rest first."

Merlin did not continue asking questions. He took the lead by getting off the horse carriage first.

Capace pulled Catherine to a secluded area, and spoke to her in a low voice, "Catherine, we've secretly snuck out this time, so it's imperative that we be very cautious in all things and not cause any new problems. It's enough that you've let a stranger into the carriage. Why did you talk about us looking for the Spell Casters as well?"

Capace was evidently very upset about what Catherine had done.

Catherine stuck her tongue out and said in a soft voice, "I felt too excited earlier, so I forgot, but I'll take note. Capace, you've seen Mr. Merlin, don't you think he's rather strange? He's definitely not an adventurer. Who knows, he might be like us, wanting to find the spell casters' organization in the Kurdish Mountains and become a Spell Caster."

Capace remained in deep thought for a while then admonished Catherine, "It doesn't matter if Mr. Merlin is an adventurer, this has nothing to do with us. We've run away from home quietly just because we've heard that there's a spell casters' organization in the Kurdish Mountains. Finding the organization is still a problem. So, don't create issues where there's none. We'll separate from that Mr. Merlin when we reach the Kurdish Mountains."

Catherine could only nod. However, Capace was still rather worried, and exhorted, "Catherine, don't speak with Mr. Merlin anymore after we get back to the carriage later to prevent you from exposing our identities accidentally."

Although Catherine was somewhat reluctant, she did not dare to argue with Capace because she had done wrong mere moments ago. She could only nod and promised him helplessly. Then, they returned to the carriage.

A few days later, the carriage slowly came to a halt. There was no more road before them, only stretches of a thick and dense forest. They had finally arrived at the Kurdish Mountains.

Merlin and the others got down from the carriage. Capace and Catherine's excitement was very evident. After a few moments, Capace said to Merlin, "Mr. Merlin, we've important matters to attend to in the Kurdish Mountains, so we'll be leaving first now."

Merlin nodded. Following which, Capace pulled Catherine along and quickly darted into the lush and thick mountain forest.

Seeing Capace and Catherine's disappearing backs, Merlin shook his head. Earlier, he had already discerned that their Mind Powers were at very ordinary levels. This showed that they did not possess the qualities of a Spell Caster.

He did not know how these two people had gotten wind of the news that there was a spell casters' organization in the Kurdish Mountains. It was actually extremely dangerous for them to come to the Mountains so hastily.

However, judging by how Capace looked, he seemed to have achieved the level of a Third-level Elemental Swordsman where there had been a faint aura emanating from his body. Perhaps they had only dared to come looking for the spell casters' organization in the Kurdish Mountains because he wielded some power of self-protection.

Merlin did not think too much about his encounter with these two extremely interesting characters on his journey. Subsequently, he gently caressed the ink black ring on his hand and frowned. "The Kurdish Mountains are so vast, where on earth is the Dark Magic Region?"

There were no instructions on the ink black ring, keepsake of the Dark Magic Region. As a result, Merlin could only enter the mountains first and conduct his search slowly, hoping for some changes to appear on the ring in his hand.

According to the conjecture of the black-robed old man, the keepsake in Merlin's possession now was crucial if he wished to find the Dark Magic Region. Perhaps the clues were on the ink black ring.

Merlin quickly went into the thick forest. He did not linger on the peripheral of the mountains. Instead, he went directly toward the deep parts of the Kurdish Mountains. From what he could surmise, if the Dark Magic Region was truly within these Mountains, it would definitely not be built on the outside but would be deep in the mountains, where few people went.

…

"Swoosh!"

Two robust figures dashed out from behind a big tree. Astonishingly, they were Capace and Catherine, who had entered the dense forest mere moments ago.

Capace glanced behind him and gave a soft sigh of relief. "Merlin didn't follow us. Looks like I was a little too careful."

Capace was worried that Merlin would trail them. That was why they had taken this extra precaution.

"Alright, let's go a little faster. Wizard Pario said that we don't have qualitied of a Spell Caster. Hmph! I think he's just not capable enough so he's unable to help us become Spell Casters, that's all. Rumor has it that the spell casters' organization is incomparably powerful. Even Wizard Pario speaks of them in an extremely envious manner. We must find this spell casters' organization and become great and mighty Spell Casters!"

Catherine brandished her small fists, full of high fighting spirit.

A complicated look flashed through Capace's eyes and he said in a low voice, "Wizard Pario has mentioned that there's a powerful spell casters' organization in the Kurdish Mountains called the Dark Magic Region! The only thing we don't know is the actual location. However, based on the various mystical incidents we've heard about happened in the Kurdish Mountains, and all of them seem to happen deep in the mountains. Perhaps the Dark Magic Region is in the deeper parts of the mountains. We'll go in and try our luck."

Thus, the two of them, Capace and Catherine, walked deeper into the mountains.

Chapter 102: The Dark Magic Region I

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"Hoo…"

In the forest of the mountain, two figures appeared. One was male and the other was female.

With her hair tied up in a ponytail, Catherine, who was tall and slender, was already exhausted that she was huffing and puffing. She stared at the dense forest in front of her, which seemed as endless as always, and complained, "Capace, how much further? We've been walking for half a day now…"

Capace's vision went far and deep. He fixed his eyes on the seemingly deep and quiet forest, and said in a low voice, "We should be arriving soon. Let's continue walking, just hold on for a while longer."

Catherine was somewhat helpless but when she thought about the possibility of finding the spell casters' organization that she had always dreamt of somewhere in front of her, she could only stand up and continue walking forward.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, the entire forest seemed to tremble. The roar of a gigantic wild beast rang out.

Capace and Catherine immediately perked up in an alert and looked around.

Very soon, a three-meter tall striped tiger darted out from the forest. Capace and Catherine looked like dwarves from a fairy tale before this gigantic tiger.

"It's a striped tiger but why is it so exaggeratedly huge?"

Catherine let out an astonished exclamation. The striped tiger was a wild beast that was frequently sighted. Its fur had great economic worth. However, this typical striped tiger was only half as tall as a human.

The striped tiger before their eyes now, though, could practically be labeled as a giant. Its entire body was emitting a tyrannical aura; its pair of tiger eyes were dead set on Capace and Catherine.

"Catherine, be careful. Strange things often happen in the depths of the Kurdish Mountains. Some adventurers have even encountered more overwhelming wild beasts."

Cautiously, Capace retreated step by step. To be able to encounter such a gigantic striped tiger meant that it was highly likely that they had already reached the deeper parts of the Kurdish Mountains.

"Roar!"

The striped tiger lifted its head and roared into the sky. Then, with one bounce, the gigantic body that looked like a small hill went for Capace immediately.

There was a whistling sound from the wind as it blew Capace's form-fitting outfit which made fluttering noises. It was sufficient to see how great the force of the striped tiger's leap was.

"Swoosh!"

Suddenly, a thick, Wind Elemental fluctuation burst out from Capace's body. His figure immediately flew toward the striped tiger like an arrow shooting off from its bow.

"Cleave!"

Capace let out a growl. Immediately, he pulled out the greatsword on his back. In the blink of an eye along with a dazzling, red light, he flashed through the somewhat quiet and thick, dark forest.

"Rip!"

The awe-inspiring striped tiger that had seemed powerful and matchless did not even have time to let out a whine. Fresh blood gushed out instantly from its brain.

"Thud!"

With a muffled thud, the gigantic body of the striped tiger fell heavily to the ground.

With lingering fear, Capace looked at the carcass of the striped tiger. He raised and waved the greatsword in his hand, which was as black as ink, and said in a calm voice, "Lucky that I have the Ink Iron Sword. Otherwise, it'd have been really troublesome when encountering this overwhelming striped tiger."

The Ink Iron Sword in Capace's hands was forged out from an extremely rare and precious ink iron ore, and it was sharp beyond comparison. The Ink Iron Sword could easily slash through even heavy armor with the most astonishing defense strength.

Thus, using the sharp-edged Ink Iron Sword in addition to the fact that Capace was a Third-level Wind Swordsman, his speed had become exceedingly fast. Fighting this rather overwhelmingly huge striped tiger was not an issue for him.

Catherine walked forward as well. She gave the striped tiger on the ground a look – its head had been cleaved into two halves. In an envious tone, she said, "Capace, it's good that you secretly took father's Ink Iron Sword out and defused this threat. However, if such an exaggeratedly huge striped tiger had appeared here, who knows what will emerge in front. Should we continue going in deeper?"

Catherine's expression was somewhat complicated. She looked like she had the intention to withdraw due to the fear in her heart.

"We've already reached the deeper parts of the mountains, how can we retreat at this time? Catherine, don't worry. With the Ink Iron Sword, we'll be safe and sound even if we encounter greater danger. Let's go. We'll continue going in deeper. It wouldn't be too late to leave later if we really can't find the Dark Magic Region."

Catherine hesitated for a moment before finally nodding lightly. Following Capace from behind, they continued their journey, going deeper into the forest.

…

"En? There's movement now?"

There was a sudden hint of joy on Merlin's face. He was currently in the forest on the mountain. The ink black ring, which had not been moving at all, had unexpectedly begun emitting a faint glow now.

Merlin immediately noticed that the glow from the ring emanated from the mysterious runes on the ring. It appeared that something had activated the runes on the ring.

Only Spell Casters could understand the profound mysteries contained within the runes. The runes could be arranged into a Magic Circle and could also be engraved onto casting tools, enduing them with mystical powers.

Moreover, this ring was the keepsake of the Dark Magic Region, and with the runes engraved upon it, this item was definitely remarkable! Now that the ring was giving off a hint of light, perhaps it was the clue to finding the Dark Magic Region.

With that thought, Merlin continued walking into the deeper parts of the mountains. As he walked, the glow from the ring became brighter as well. Merlin had a feeling that some unimaginable change would take place when the light from the ring reached a certain level of brightness.

Perhaps, he would then be able to find the mysterious Dark Magic Region.

"Forward… Left, forward, continue straight on!"

Merlin maintained his observation of the ring in his hand. He discovered that the light was becoming more radiant as it had started to shake slightly. Merlin knew that there was definitely some unknown energy from somewhere in the depths of the mountains, attracting the ring. Maybe that was where the Dark Magic Region was located.

"Bang!"

Right at this moment, a deafening noise erupted from the thick forest before him. In addition, it seemed that some kind of a wild beast was moving madly through the forest, accompanied by the rustling noises of densely packed branches and leaves.

Merlin immediately became alert as many strange things had happened in the Kurdish Mountains. Plenty of adventurers had even died in the mountains here, therefore Merlin did not dare to let his guard down.

"Swoosh!"

Suddenly, two figures flew out helter-skelter, coming straight toward Merlin.

"You guys?"

"It's you?"

The two figures raised their heads. Merlin discovered that these were people he knew. They were Catherine and Capace.

"Go away quickly, it's the Icelandic Wolf! Damn it, why is there such a monster in the Kurdish Mountains?"

Capace yelled at Merlin with a panicked expression. At the same time, a gigantic, silver-white wolf, emanating a chill throughout its entire body, appeared behind Capace and Catherine.

"Icelandic Wolf?"

There was a jolt in Merlin's heart. The Icelandic Wolf was not a wild beast. It was an Elemental Monster with a body made not out of flesh and blood, but of a cluster of chilled air, formed by numerous Ice Elements gathered together.

A beginner Elemental Swordsman could not fight an Elemental Monster like the Icelandic Wolf at all. Only the strong and powerful intermediate Elemental Swordsmen, or Spell Casters, could handle Icelandic Wolves.

For example, Commander Cook of Prakash City had killed an Icelandic Wolf before. Since then, his fame had spread throughout the entire city.

Anyone who could kill Elemental Monsters such as the Icelandic Wolf would be hailed as great and mighty warriors!

However, it was very obvious that Capace and Catherine, who were in front of him now, had no way to fight this ferocious Icelandic Wolf. They could only flee in panic.

"We're done for, it's just too fast! I'm afraid we're going to be in a disastrous situation…"

Capace seemed to know the Icelandic Wolf very well. Seeing that it was closing in on him from behind, a horrified look appeared on his face.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz."

The ink black ring in Merlin's hand suddenly emitted a strong glow. The mysterious runes carved on the ring seemed to have been activated now and was beginning to vibrate violently.

Chapter 103: The Dark Magic Region II

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"The Dark Magic Region is here!"

Merlin narrowed his eyes slightly. Completely ignoring Capace and Catherine, he quickly extended his Mind Power and began to search his surroundings.

He noticed that the mysterious runes carved on the ring were flashing continuously. At the same time, beams of light seemed to be appearing faintly in midair. Merlin could sense with his Mind Power that the peculiar strands of fluctuation had emerged faintly in the empty space of air, looking very similar to the runes on the ring.

"Could it be a Runic Magic Circle?"

A realization struck Merlin as he remembered the Runic Magic Circle constructed by powerful Spell Casters in the legends.

Only Mind Power was needed to drive a Magic Circle of this sort. Once it was activated, it could even transport a person up to hundreds and thousands of miles away. However, Merlin had very little understanding of runes, not to mention a Runic Magic Circle. As a result, he was unable to confirm whether there was a Runic Magic Circle here. Hence, it was necessary for him to test it by using the ring.

This ring would be the crux of finding the Dark Magic Region. Merlin had already understood vaguely that stimulating these runes with Mind Power would lead to unimaginable results.

Just as Merlin was preparing to use his Mind Power to stimulate the ring and find the Dark Magic Region, the Icelandic Wolf seemed to sense that Merlin was a great threat. Hence, it opened its jaws and spurted out a great gush of chilled air, which flew directly toward Merlin.

"Watch out!"

Capace and Catherine had been keeping their eyes on the Icelandic Wolf. Seeing how it had spurted out a breath of chilled air, they could not help but yell out to warn him.

"Get lost!"

Merlin frowned. He did not even look at the chilled air. A cluster of fireballs immediately shot out and collided brutally with the waft of chilled air.

"Sizzle…"

The chilled air and the flames intertwined unceasingly. Finally, they disappeared.

"Frost!"

A cold and detached look flashed across Merlin's eyes. The Icelandic Wolf was getting in the way of his search for the Dark Magic Region so Merlin did not hold back. He immediately unleashed Frost.

"Crack!"

Although the Icelandic Wolf was made up of an accumulation of Ice Elements, Merlin's Frost was extraordinary and was still able to freeze it. However, since the Elements involved were all Ice, it was very difficult for Frost to harm the Icelandic Wolf.

Immediately after, a gigantic fireball flew straight at the frozen Icelandic Wolf.

"Bang!"

Instantly, the fireball exploded and the tremendous force of impact blasted the Icelandic Wolf into smithereens. Meanwhile, the wild and violent flames caused the chilled air to evaporate and in the blink of an eye, the Icelandic Wolf was reduced into ashes.

"A Spell… Spell Caster?"

Capace and Catherine were both somewhat dumbstruck. They had never thought that Merlin, who had spent a few days with them, was a powerful Spell Caster. Furthermore, even the Icelandic Wolf who had pursued them so aggressively that they had to flee helter-skelter, had been immediately destroyed by Merlin just by lifting his hand.

Merlin had gotten rid of the Icelandic Wolf and it had been extremely easy for him. He did not give it a second thought. Rather, what he was focused on now was still the ring in his hands.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz."

Using his Mind Power, Merlin ruthlessly simulated the mysterious runes on the ring, and they immediately unleashed a bright light. At the same time, a dazzling light began to appear in midair. It was so quick that Merlin's entire body was enveloped in it.

"Just as I suspected, it's a Runic Magic Circle!"

Merlin could vividly feel the presence of many mysterious runes around him, forming an incomparable abstruse Magic Circle, enveloping him in it.

"You don't have qualities of a Spell Caster, just leave this place as quickly as you can…"

Merlin did not forget about Capace and Catherine. It was clear that these two people did not possess qualities of a Spell Caster but they had still come to the Kurdish Mountains in search of the Dark Magic Region. It was simply futile – they would not gain anything out of this.

He saw that they were not evil people, especially Catherine, who was innocent and unaffected. She reminded Merlin of Count Selin's daughter, Shelly. It was only because of this that he had adviced them.

As to if had they left or not, this was not within Merlin's knowledge. Just as Merlin's voice died down, he felt a great force which immediately transported him to an unknown location. He had absolutely no power to resist it.

"Swoosh!"

Light flashed past. Merlin's figure disappeared in an instant, and the thick forest returned to its calm state once more. If it were not for the fact that Capace and Catherine had seen it with their own eyes, they might have thought that the previous incidents had all been illusions.

"Mr. Merlin must be a powerful Spell Caster in the Dark Magic Region but we've missed our chance…"

Catherine lowered her head, feeling extremely vexed.

With a complicated expression, Capace looked to where Merlin had vanished. Following which, he shook his head gently and gave a long sigh and said, "Even Mr. Merlin said we don't have qualities of a Spell Caster… Catherine, we should go back and ask father for a pardon."

Capace had completely dismissed the idea of becoming a Spell Caster.

Catherine bit her lip tightly, speaking with some reluctance, "Capace, I've heard that if we can become advanced Elemental Swordsmen, we can also possess great powers that aren't inferior to that of Spell Casters! I've decided to go back and cultivate diligently. I must become the greatest Elemental Swordsman…"

Catherine, who had still been quite dispirited moments ago, was currently brandishing her fists and daydreaming about becoming an Advanced Elemental Swordsman. Her heart was filled with high fighting spirit once more…

…

Somewhere along the coast, the humid sea breeze blew and whistled unceasingly. Waves continuously crashed against the callous reefs on the coast.

The seagulls in the sky flew in circles above the small island, diving downward from time to time, landing on the beach to play.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, a whirlwind emerged on the originally quiet beach. The space seemed to twist and turn as the area flashed with white light unabatingly.

On the beach, a gaunt figure suddenly appeared in the midst of a rubble, filled with stones and rocks that seemed to have been placed there randomly.

"Is this the Dark Magic Region?"

Merlin frowned and muttered to himself within the rock rubble. He began to inspect his own condition. Other than a slight exhaustion of his spirits, there were no changes in any other aspect.

Merlin walked out from the rock rubble. Unexpectedly, he saw that there were also many runes carved on the rocks in this disorganized rubble. It was obviously a Runic Magic Circle deliberately set by a Spell Caster.

He remembered how there had been no warm sea breeze or an endless stretch of the ocean in the Kurdish Mountains. This showed that the Runic Magic Circle in the Kurdish Mountains had transported him to a distant place.

This was a humongous island that seemed vast and empty!

Not a soul was around. There were only seabirds sporting on the beach.

Merlin continued to walk up the island. Slowly, further away from the beach, he came across green grounds. An ancient stone tablet as tall as a human towered at the most conspicuous location on the green grounds.

Three huge words, in the Molta language, were carved into the stone tablet – Dark Magic Region!

"This is the Dark Magic Region?"

Merlin glanced at the surroundings. Other than the stone rubble on the ground and the glossy, green grass, everything else was just a stretch of wasteland. No matter how he looked at it, this was still a deserted island. How could this place be the Dark Magic Region?

"What kind of a joke is this? The Dark Magic Region is on this barren, deserted island?"

His voice had hardly faded away when ear-piercing laughter suddenly rang in Merlin's ears. "Hehe, someone has finally come again. Young Spell Caster, welcome to the Dark Magic Region!"

Merlin was taken aback. He hurriedly turned around, only to see that a translucent shadow had slowly drifted out from the ancient stone tablet which he had seen earlier. Then, the shadow gradually shifted its shape, finally transforming into an entirely pitch-black cat that glowed.

The black cat floated in the air. One of its eyes was red, whilst the other was white. It gazed quietly at Merlin, looking extremely strange!

Chapter 104: Newbie Wizard

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The black cat strolled about in midair, waving its thick and short tail about gently. For some unknown reason, Merlin felt that this strange black cat was moving very elegantly.

'A cat? Moving very elegantly?'

Merlin was even beginning to wonder if he had gone crazy.

"Young Spell Caster, don't look at me like that, I'm the great spirit of the stone tablet, personally carved by the Great Wizard Fidel, the great guardian of the Dark Magic Region, the great Sir Didimoss!"

Merlin felt speechless at the black cat's string of "greats". This weird, lofty black cat which spoke a human language was a being that Merlin could not fathom. He would be able to ask about the Dark Magic Region as they seemed to be connected.

Therefore, Merlin gave a slight bow toward the black cat and spoke in a respectful manner, "Great Sir Didimoss, I possess a token of the Dark Magic Region. I've come here to seek Sir Didimoss' guidance into the Dark Magic Region."

The black cat was evidently very satisfied with Merlin's respectful tone of voice. It continued, "Young Spell Caster, if you wish to enter the Dark Magic Region, should you not dedicate some elemental crystal stones to the great Sir Didimoss?"

"Elemental crystal stones?"

This was Merlin's first time hearing about it. He felt rather mystified.

However, this black cat had become somewhat displeased. Its voice turned shrill. "Young Spell Caster, please take note that this is the great Sir Didimoss before you now! Elemental crystal stones might be precious but you should not be stingy. No matter what type the elemental crystal stones are – ice type, fire type, and earth type – they are all okay. Of course, the taste of ice type elemental crystal stones is the best. The great Sir Didimoss will like it very much but if you don't have ice type elemental crystal stones, then earth types are fine as well…"

Seeing how the black cat spoke about various types of elemental crystals with such familiarity, Merlin shook his head gently and said, "I'm really sorry, the great Sir Didimoss, this is my first time hearing about elemental crystal stones, I don't have any elemental crystal stones with me now!"

"Uh…"

The black cat's movements became slightly stiff. That pair of red and white eyes emitted a hint of dusky glow.

"So, you turn out to be a newbie Wizard! Damn it, the great Sir Didimoss has spoken so much in front of a newbie Wizard…"

The black cat's tone of voice changed greatly; its voice gradually became more and more shrill, causing Merlin to feel that it was very ear-piercing.

"Newbie Wizard, the great Sir Didimoss is really angry now, the consequences will be very grave…"

Watching the black cat, which was about to flip out, Merlin shook his head helplessly. To think that he had just been spurned by a cat. Although this black cat did not look like an ordinary cat, he still felt somewhat dispirited to be labeled a newbie Wizard.

The body shape of the black cat began to fade gradually. In the blink of an eye, it had turned into a cluster of shadows again. Then, an incomparably shrill and sharp voice, unbearable for anyone, erupted from the shadows.

"Foolish Little Bobo, come out quick to greet the guest…"

As the black cat's shrill voice died down, Merlin could clearly see thin and dense ripples beginning to appear on the seemingly vast and empty space behind the stone tablet. They were spreading, circle by circle.

"Swoosh!"

A figure walked out from the midst of the ripples. It was an old man in a black robe. There was no expression on his old face; he seemed to be afflicted with facial paralysis.

After this old man appeared, the black cat turned into a cluster of shadows and darted back into the stone tablet.

"Receive the guest…"

Seeing this old man, who had slight facial paralysis, and looking back at the stone tablet in front of him, Merlin felt a strange chill.

"Young Spell Caster, follow me."

The old man, who seemed to have facial paralysis, merely gave Merlin a cold glance. Following which, he spoke to Merlin in a calm voice.

"Oh? We don't have to check the token? Mage, sir!"

Giving Merlin a look, the old man said, "You may call me Wizard Haribo!"

After a pause, Wizard Haribo continued, "Without the Dark Magic ring, you wouldn't have been able to activate the Runic Magic Circle. The ring is your identity so remember not to lose it. Otherwise, you won't be able to enter the Dark Magic Region anymore."

Merlin nodded thoughtfully. It seemed that this ring was the key to his entry into the Dark Magic Region. Even if Spell Casters arrive in the Kurdish Mountains, they would not be able to activate those Runic Magic Circles without a ring, not to mention entering the Dark Magic Region.

Wizard Haribo lifted his finger gently. On his finger was an ink black ring, which looked the same as Merlin's.

"Use your Mind Power to stimulate the Runic Magic Circle on the ring. This is the only way to gain entrance into the Dark Magic Region!" Wizard Haribo spoke coldly.

Merlin nodded and used his Mind Power to stimulate the mysterious runes on the ring.

"Swoosh!"

Suddenly, a dazzling light appeared. Merlin immediately saw Wizard Haribo, who had been in front of him, taking a few steps forward. His figure quickly vanished.

Merlin hurriedly walked forward a couple of steps as well. Suddenly, his vision turned blurry. By the time it went back to normal, the small, empty island he had seen earlier had completely changed.

There was a gigantic tower, reaching into the clouds where a dim glow was emitting from above. Merlin lifted his head but he was unable to see the top of the tower, and neither did he know how tall this tower was.

"I'm no longer on the island? I didn't see such a magnificent tower earlier…"

Merlin could not help but question. If he were still on the island, it would have been impossible for him not to have seen such a spectacular, tall tower.

Wizard Haribo, who was in front of him, answered without turning around, "On the island, naturally. Just that a Runic Magic Circle has enveloped the entire Dark Magic Region, so outside of the small island, one wouldn't be able to see the true Dark Magic Region. Only Spell Casters wearing the Dark Magic ring can see the true Dark Magic Region after stimulating the runes on the ring."

Merlin nodded but he was still in a great shock to think that such a gigantic island had been covered by a Runic Magic Circle. Without the Dark Magic ring, he would have no way to find the Dark Magic Region.

A Spell Caster who could arrange such a mystical Runic Magic Circle must be an unimaginably powerful Spell Caster.

"Which Wizard arranged such a gigantic and mystical Magic Circle?"

As expressionless as always, Wizard Haribo replied, "The founder of the Dark Magic Region, the mighty Great Wizard Fidel. Sir Didimoss, who's in the stone tablet outside, is the spirit of the Runic Magic Circle that the Great Wizard Fidel had inscribed back then. The inscribed Runic Magic Circle can, unexpectedly, give birth to a conscious spirit! The Great Wizard Fidel's accomplishments in runology are absolutely incredible!"

Although Wizard Haribo was still expressionless, his admiration toward the Great Wizard Fidel was still evident from his tone of voice.

"The Great Wizard Fidel?"

The founder of the Dark Magic Region. Merlin secretly committed the name to his memory. The arrangement of the Runic Magic Circle was such that it could cover such a huge island; perhaps even the Runic Magic Circles in the Kurdish Mountains had been set by the hands of this Great Wizard Fidel.

"Alright, there'll be people inside to arrange an identity and lodging for you as well as the tutor you shall follow in the Dark Magic Region."

The expressionless Wizard Haribo brought Merlin to a flight of stone steps, before turning around and leaving immediately.

Looking at the two great doors in front of the stone steps, Merlin took a deep breath and slowly walked up.