A Wizard's Secret

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

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.