Merlin kept the stone from the mysterious man in the storage ring.
“The owner of this stone must be someone from the Spirit Forging Tower.”
Merlin spread out the alphabet power again but found nothing.
This stone was thrown at him. But he was unable to detect its owner within a hundred-mile radius.
“This person definitely has a profound skill. If he didn't use a bizarre method, then he must have an excellent ability to hide his sense of consciousness. In any aspect, it doesn't look normal at all.”
Merlin took a deep breath before setting aside this distraction and continued on his journey.
His destination—a level-three grave city, Green Stone Valley—lay a few hundred miles ahead.
The figure in the blue cloak moved quickly. And after a short while, he arrived at this level-three grave.
Merlin showed the Star War Clan's badge then he was nicely welcomed by the soldiers guarding the city.
"I want to use the border gate."