Chapter 48 - Too Weak

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nTranslator: J_Squared Editor: J_Squared

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

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

n“Macy, it’s me!”

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

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

n“Gutt, why are you here?” Merlin stared at Gutt with an odd expression.

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

nMerlin stared at Gutt from top to bottom seriously this time and said earnestly, “Gutt, I’m thankful that you’ve alerted Macy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

n“Hmm… Merlin, has Tirath run away?” Gutt asked in doubt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

n“Quickly, to the city gate.”

nMerlin immediately brought the remaining knights to the city gate.

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

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

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

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

n“Boom!”

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

nThen, ignoring Macy’s shock, Merlin let his knight bring him to Castellan’s Mansion.

n“This…”

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

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

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

nOnly Third-level Elemental Swordsman and above could possibly understand “Aura” and use the Element’s “Aura” to suppress his enemy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

n“Bang!”

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

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

n“You’re too weak… Vingult, you’re not worthy of becoming my opponent!”

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

nAugustin was his opponent!

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