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Chapter 345: Leo Explodes I

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"Thud thud thud."

A countless number of spikes flew toward Merlin just like raindrops. However, once they entered the flame, the arrows seemed to hit a hard, protective cover. The indestructible spikes were either broken directly or flew back in the opposite direction.

"Fire? Enhancing casting tools are indeed strong, but unfortunately, you shouldn't use Fire-type spells!"

A nonchalant voice rang. Subsequently, the flames that were on Merlin's body burned bigger and started to flash rapidly. Then, like a powerful suction, all the flames were sucked into his body.

"Hum hum hum."

No matter how strong the flames were, they could be suppressed by the Flame Maxim. Moreover, it would instantly be converted into Magic Power. As the burning flames on Merlin slowly subsided, the pale white flames reappeared and regained its momentum. These Fire-type spells did not belong to the fourth Wizard, but to Merlin.

"How could this be possible? My spell, through the enhancing casting tool, must've achieved the peak power of a Sixth-level or even a Seventh-level spell. How could you be completely unscathed?"

The fourth Wizard's expression was slightly pale. The enhancing casting tool was his trump card – it was rarely used. He had managed to obtain a few one-time use enhancing casting tools before this. Each use was reserved for the most dire of moments and would successfully avert the crisis by annihilating even the strongest of his enemies.

This time was the first that the fourth Wizard had used the enhancing casting tool but did not manage to vanquish his opponent!

"Swish."

At this very moment, the fifth Wizard transformed into a giant hedgehog once again. Then, she turned into a whirlwind and swept directly into Merlin. The force that was contained within the attack was clearly tremendeous.

"Boom!"

The fifth Wizard's true form slammed into Merlin mercilessly. This attempt, however, was not as smooth-sailing as the last few attempts. When the fifth Wizard's true form met Merlin's Perfect Armor, the pale white flames started burning wilder and extended themselves toward the fifth Wizard's form.

These pale white flames were all part of the terrifying Fiery Collapse. It was partly the fifth Wizard's fault for being too complacent. She was not like the fourth Wizard, who understood these flames perfectly. It was only when the pale white flames started burning on her body that she realized it. However, it was too late.

The pale white flames of Fiery Collapse traveled down the spikes on her body rapidly, and in an instant, covered the entire giant hedgehog.

Suddenly, the fifth Wizard who was engulfed in the flames cried out a series of chilling shrieks. The power of Fiery Collapse was not one that could be withstood by anyone. Even though the fifth Wizard was of the alpine Beast People and had a more resilient body, it was impossible to withstand the burning power of Fiery Collapse.

"Let's go!"

When the fourth Wizard saw that the fifth Wizard was engulfed by the pale white flames, his expression shifted. Right now, both Sixth-level Wizards had used their trump cards and could not prevail over Merlin. On the contrary, it looked like the fifth Wizard herself would die in Merlin's hands.

The fourth Wizard was a Spell Caster who had lived for hundreds of years. Naturally, he was very alert and prepared to leave immediately.

"Swish."

Just as the fourth Wizard's figure started to move, a gust of Wind Element fluctuation flashed. Merlin's figure was already right in front of the fourth Wizard.

"Leaving already? Too late!"

After absorbing a large amount of fire element from the fourth Wizard and converting it into Magic Power with the help of the Flame Maxim, Merlin was overflowing with unimaginable levels of Magic Power.

"Boom boom boom!"

Balls of condensed fire exploded in an instant, turning the sky into a sea of fire. Even the fourth Wizard could not endure these endless waves of Fiery Collapse. The Sixth-level defensive spells that he had employed in that moment was rapidly consuming his Magic Power…

It was only a matter of time.

Merlin was not the least in a hurry. He had Flash Wind, so he was not afraid of the fourth Wizard escaping. Compared to the fifth Wizard, the fourth Wizard was undeniably more difficult to defeat.

The fourth Wizard's Sixth-level defensive spells were indeed quite powerful. In addition to the defensive robes he wore, even Merlin did not have the ability to easily vanquish the fourth Wizard.

Nevertheless, with unlimited Magic Power, Merlin might be able to exhaust the fourth Wizard to death. Thus, that was his battle strategy, which was to continue exhausting the fourth Wizard's Magic Power. Once the fourth Wizard's Magic Power ran out, he would be killed.

Although the fourth Wizard had already discerned Merlin's plans, he had no choice but to endure it bitterly.

Merlin saw that the situation was completely under control, so he shifted his attention to other parts of the battlefield.

At this moment in the forest, there were several ongoing battles. Especially the remarkable battle between the eighth prince and the fourth prince. There were various types of top-level spells as well as an exchange of Pandora Demon Abilities. The aftershocks of their battle had already leveled the forest around them.

As members of the royal family, particularly outstanding members who were in line for the throne, the fourth and eighth princes both possessed mighty abilities. With the added bonus of the royal family's resources, both their abilities were no less, or perhaps even more powerful, than those Seventh-level Spell Casters.

Presently, however, the fourth prince and the eighth prince were equally matched. Neither of them was prevailing over the other. Merlin shifted his gaze to the rest of the battle.

On top of the hill where lush green grass was flourishing, there were stone debris flying and whirlwind twirling around. Occasional clouds of smog and dust filled the air. It was full of various chaotic elements.

Merlin squinted his eyes and used a great amount of Mind Power to direct his vision toward the battle of chaotic elements. Through his Mind Power, Merlin could see the situation among the chaos clearly.

It turned out that this was the battle between three Seventh-level Spell Casters. The three Seventh-level Spell Casters under the eighth prince were all top-notch Spell Casters. On the other hand, the first, second and third Wizards under the fourth prince, too, were very powerful.

Among them, the third Wizard was also of the alpine Beast People and could transform into a giant striped tiger. The tiger was extremely ferocious, and his roar could cause mental damage as well as spell failure.

He was perhaps one of the top-most powerful alpine Beast People. There were extremely few people who would be able to match the powers of an advanced Seventh-level alpine Beast People. Such alpine Beast People was also terrifying to behold as once they revealed their true forms, their powers were astounding.

Presently, the three Seventh-level Spell Casters under the eighth prince looked like they were on a lesser edge. However, it seemed that they were yet to play their trump cards, so there was still a chance. It was not easy to defeat a Seventh-level Spell Caster unless one possessed actual crushing strength. Otherwise, it was a battle of endurance.

The battle between these Seventh-level Spell Casters would not relent for a while, so Merlin shifted his gaze again, this time landing on Wizard Leo.

Suddenly, Merlin narrowed his eyes. He saw that Wizard Leo's Darkness Eye seemed to have no effect on Wizard Morston and Tanin. These two Eighth-level Spell Casters had finally shown their trump cards, and apparently, they possessed extremely powerful defensive Pandora Demon Abilities that could be fused into spells.

Wizard Leo's only crutch was Darkness Eye. If even Wizard Leo's third form of Darkness Eye could not harm Wizards Morston and Tanin, then Wizard Leo was naturally in a bad place.

At this moment, Merlin did not hesitate at all. Through the slave contract, he commanded Wizard Bammou. "Bammou, act now! If Wizard Leo dies, you'll accompany him to his grave!"

"B*stard!"

Wizard Bammou's face could not help but turn dark. Wizard Leo's current situation was extremely precarious. Not only was he surrounded by two Eighth-level Spell Casters with Pandora Demon Abilities but his Darkness Eye was also ineffective against them. It could be said that danger was waiting outside his door.

Now, he would have to battle with not only two Eighth-level Wizards, but two Eighth-level Wizards with Pandora Demon Abilities. If it was before this, Wizard Bammou definitely would not have interfered in such a dangerous situation. Right now, however, he was Merlin's slave and had no way to defy his orders.

If something actually happened to Wizard Leo, based on Bammou's understanding of Merlin, there was definitely hell to pay.

Thinking along those lines, despite the great reluctance in his heart, Bammou had no choice but to act.

"Whoosh…"

No one noticed that a slight breeze flew by. In fact, there was no fluctuation of elements – just a gentle breeze. At this moment, Morston was emitting a murderous vibe, his full concentration set on trapping Wizard Leo. Behind him, Wizard Tanin too was guarding him carefully. Leo was completely trapped.

"Heh heh. Leo, die!"

"Boom!"

An earth-shattering spell exploded. The two Eighth-level Spell Casters did not hold back at all. The level of power from the spells was simply heaven-moving and earth-shattering. A unique fluctuation spread in all directions within the vicinity.

"Crack crack."

All the trees and rocks that were hit by the fluctuation were instantly pulverized into powder. Even a few Spell Casters who had not escaped in time turned into a bloody mist.

This was the effect of Eighth-level spells. If a powerful Eighth-level Spell Caster released a wide-range attacking spell, even a bustling city with a population of hundreds of thousands could be turned into ashes in an instant!

"Teacher Leo!"

Merlin's gaze was locked on the powdered dust caused by that horrifying spell. This level of spell power was no longer one that he could interfere in. Despite his confidence in both Bammou and Leo, he could not help but worry about them.

Would Bammou and Leo be able to overcome such a powerful spell?

"Please don't die!"

Merlin prayed desperately in his heart. Within the Dark Magic Region, the person that Merlin was closest to and most grateful toward was unquestionably Wizard Leo. Naturally, he did not want anything to happen to him.

"Oh right, the slave contract!"

Merlin was so overly worried that he almost forgot about the slave contract. Through the slave contract, he could detect Wizard Bammou's condition.

Hence, Merlin quickly took out the slave contract. Through the slave contract, he could clearly feel the exuberant life force of Wizard Bammou.

"Bammou isn't dead! What about Teacher Leo?"

Merlin's heart leaped in joy. He hurriedly turned his gaze to the sky in a distance, where Wizard Leo's figure had been swallowed by the earth-shattering spell.

Chapter 346: Leo Explodes II

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"Cough. Cough. That was dangerous. I was almost done for!"

Amidst dust and smoke, the voice of Wizard Bammou rang out. Amazingly, beside him stood Wizard Leo without a single scratch on his body. He was completely uninjured by the powerful spell released by the two Eight-level Spell Casters – Wizards Morston and Tanin.

Upon seeing an unknown Spell Caster appear in the battlefield and had gotten involved directly in the battle between the Eighth-level Spell Casters, many Spell Casters on the ground had begun to pay attention.

However, the spell which was released was so powerful that no one could see clearly what had happened. Naturally, they also did not know how Wizard Leo had escaped.

Only Wizard Morston and Tanin with their sullen faces knew how Wizard Leo had escaped. It was all because of the unknown Spell Caster who had appeared beside Leo.

Morston narrowed his eyes. He could distinctly sense that the life force on Wizard Bammou belonged to a Seventh-level Spell Caster. However, the spell that he used to save Leo was incredible beyond comprehension. His speed was inconceivably fast – it was not a level that a Seventh-level spell could achieve.

"Pandora Demon Ability, it must be Pandora Demon Ability. Moreover, it's an extremely strong Wind-type Pandora Demon Ability!"

Wizard Morston's face darkened. If his opponent was just Leo alone, he was not afraid. After all, Leo was no longer able to escape his doom. Regardless of how powerful Darkness Eye was, it had failed to break through their defensive Pandora Demon Abilities.

Now, on the other hand, with another Seventh-level Spell Caster with Wind-type Pandora Demon Ability, the battle would be vastly different than before. If they were unable to fight back, they could now escape. Moreover, based on the power demonstrated by Wizard Bammou earlier, his speed was inconceivably fast. Even a Ninth-level Spell Caster might have problems stopping Wizard Bammou.

"Who are you?"

Morston asked with a sullen tone. Through the fourth prince's intelligence, Morston had grasped almost all information about the slightly more powerful Spell Casters under the eighth prince. However, he did not have any impression of this unknown Spell Caster.

"Phew…"

Wizard Bammou exhaled a long breath of relief. Seeing that Wizard Leo was unscathed, he chuckled. "Thank heavens you're safe, Wizard Leo. Otherwise, my master wouldn't have spared me."

Wizard Leo's blood-red vertical eye opened slightly to scan Wizard Bammou, seemingly doubtful of him.

Wizard Bammou hurriedly explained, "Wizard Leo, my master is Wizard Merlin! It's a long story about how that happened, but maybe we should think about how to deal with those two Eighth-level Spell Casters first?"

Wizard Bammou shifted his gaze toward Wizard Morston and Tanin. Sure enough, the two Eighth-level Spell Casters were coming toward them again, intending to trap both of them together.

Countless thoughts flashed by Wizard Leo's mind. His Darkness Eye could not only see through any disguise or illusion, but it could also gauge a Spell Caster's ability.

Wizard Leo saw that Wizard Bammou was a Seventh-level Spell Caster and had even constructed an Eighth-level spell. A Spell Caster of his level would usually be a core wizard in any organization, and yet Bammou was Merlin's slave.

What was a slave? It was someone who had signed the most unfair slave contract; where his life and death were fully controlled by his master. Regardless of a Fourth, Fifth or Sixth-level Spell Caster, no one would sign a contract like that.

Wizard Leo knew that most probably this was a prize that Merlin had found during his trip to the Kurdmansla Islands. Many strange encounters must have occurred for a powerful wizard like Bammou to agree to become his slave.

Following Wizard Bammou's gaze, Wizard Leo also saw the approaching Wizards Morston and Tanin. These two Eighth-level Spell Casters with Third-level defensive Pandora Demon Abilities were very powerful. Just a moment ago, they had caused Wizard Leo to be trapped in an extremely dangerous situation.

Even with Wizard Bammou's help, all they could do was escape near death. Naturally, Morston and Tanin would not give up. Hence, Wizard Bammou and Wizard Leo had only two choices. Either they use Wizard Bammou's Flash Wind to escape or they engage Wizards Morston and Tanin in another big battle.

Nevertheless, it was not so easy to escape. Even though Wizard Bammou's Flash Wind was unmistakably faster than Wizard Morston and Tanin, if they continued the pursuit, then they would still have to fight them in the end.

"Wizard Leo, what should we do now? If you want to escape, then we have to prepare now. However, I don't know if we can outrun these two Eighth-level Spell Casters. Eventually, it'll boil down to whose Magic Power gets exhausted first! If you want to fight, I can help you control one of them!"

Wizard Bammou said through clenched teeth. Controlling one of these two was already pushing his limits. Before this, Wizard Bammou would not have easily volunteered to fight an Eighth-level Spell Caster.

Right now, however, he no longer had a choice. It would be difficult for Leo to defeat the two Eighth-level Spell Casters, Wizards Morston and Tanin, just by himself.

"Escape? If I escape this time, then I won't have another chance to become a Seventh-level Spell Caster…"

Wizard Leo raised his head and looked up in the sky. Within the two empty eye sockets, there seemed to be a hint of a glowing black light which was extremely strange-looking.

He had been stuck at the Sixth-level for too long. Cultivating Darkness Eye was not a smooth-sailing journey, and Wizard Leo had paid a huge price!

One of the costs rendered his chances of becoming a Seventh-level Spell Caster to near impossible. It had become almost like an unattainable fantasy to him. This time, the Tear of God in the eighth prince's hand renewed his hopes of becoming a Seventh-level Spell Caster again. If he missed this opportunity, he was afraid that it would be difficult to come by again.

"Whoosh."

Wizard Morston attacked again. It was the same menacing flames. The raging flames burned with unrivaled viciousness.

Wizard Bammou gritted his teeth firmly. Strong flames began appearing on his body. His flames appeared to be even more intimidating as the tiny spaces in between the flames were burned into distortion.

Wizard Morston's flames was an Eighth-level spell. They were constructed using Morston's own understanding of flames. Starting from Seventh-level onward, there were no clear distinctions of levels for spells. It all depended on the Spell Caster himself and the depth of his understanding toward the spells he derived.

For example, a Spell Caster with a deeper understanding of flames would be able to derive more powerful Fire-type spells.

"Hiss hiss hiss."

Wizard Morston's flames and Wizard Bammou's flames were intertwined with each other, engaged in a fierce competition. Both spells were Eighth-level spells. These flames was also the only Eighth-level spell constructed by Wizard Bammou.

Soon, Wizard Morston's expression flickered. Looking at the competition between the two Eighth-level flame spells, it was obvious that Wizard Bammou's flames were superior. They had obviously suppressed Morston's flames.

"How is this possible?"

Wizard Morston was shocked to the core. His understanding of flames was the best among all his other spells. Yet his Eighth-level spell was weaker than Wizard Bammou's flames.

The two flames were still intertwined, but Wizard Bammou's flames would quickly suppress and devour Wizard Morston's, then transform into bigger and more vicious flames. Ironically, from Wizard Bammou's flames, Wizard Morston could see a kind of fascination which greatly deepened his understanding of fire. It was much better than what he could achieve just by researching in the dark on his own.

Thus, it was not surprising that some powerful Spell Casters continuously challenged other same-level Wizards. They were trying to gain a deeper understanding of spells through their battles in order to construct more powerful spells.

While Wizard Morston was astonished by the flames, Wizard Bammou was quite indifferent to it. He had absolute confidence in his Eighth-level Fire-type spell.

When he was imprisoned in the Flame Prison on the Ship of Nikola, Wizard Bammou had suffered the mother of all suffering. The flames in the Flame Prison contained some Maxim powers.

It was precisely during his suffering in this horrible Flame Prison, however, that Wizard Bammou's understanding of flames grew leaps and bounds. With that understanding, he was able to construct a brand-new Eighth-level flame spell.

Moreover, it was with the help of this brand-new Eighth-level flame spell that Wizard Bammou managed to hang on for hundreds of years in the Flame Prison. It was then that Merlin managed to pass the three levels, obtain the Flame Maxim, seize the Ship of Nikola, and release him from the Flame Prison.

Therefore, Wizard Bammou had absolute confidence in Fire-type spells. It was also proven that with this Eighth-level spell, Wizard Bammou was able to counter the power of another Eighth-level spell.

Of course, an Eighth-level Wizard would not be so easily defeated, nor would he only have one Eighth-level spell. Once his Fire-type spell was almost completely suppressed by Wizard Bammou, streams of water elements began to fluctuate on Wizard Morston's body.

Morston and Tanin had both constructed Water-type spells. Therefore, when Wizard Bammou's flames encountered their Water-type spells, especially fused with Pandora Demon Ability, it was rendered useless. It could no longer pose a threat to Wizard Morston.

"Damn it! Wizard Leo, their Pandora Demon Abilities have been fused into their spells. It's too strong, we can barely cause them any harm. Let's use my Flash Wind to escape temporarily!"

In his heart, Wizard Bammou wanted to gauge his powers. He was actually curious to find out if he could compete against an Eighth-level Wizard. Nevertheless, this time, Morston and Tanin were both extremely powerful. With the inclusion of Pandora Demon Abilities, Wizard Bammou could not gain an upper hand.

The order that Merlin gave him was to ensure Wizard Leo's safety. Therefore, he thought about retreating. By using Flash Wind, Morston and Tanin would not be able to defeat them at least for a moment.

"Swoosh."

Wizard Bammou turned his head but found that Wizard Leo was no longer there. Wizard Leo did not have the slightest intention to retreat. Instead, he was charging headfirst at Wizard Morston.

Wizard Leo's expression was undeniably firm, especially the blood-red vertical eye in his forehead. It was stretched open to the limit, that even the faint glimmer of light deep inside could almost be seen…

Chapter 347: The Fourth Form, Control!

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"Darkness Eye, control!"

Wizard Leo growled softly. In his forehead, the blood-red glow of Darkness Eye had faded into a dim flicker. It appeared monstrous and hideous.

As for Wizard Leo himself, he was trembling slightly and his face was incomparably pale. He looked as if he was holding on through sheer determination. This meant that activating this attack of Darkness Eye was something even Wizard Leo could not bear.

Darkness Eye had seven forms – the first three were delude, exterminate, and disintegrate. This time, Wizard Leo had activated "control", which was clearly the fourth form!

"The fourth form?"

Merlin's eyes sharpened slightly. He witnessed the changes occurring in Wizard Leo and knew that this was Wizard Leo's trump card – the fourth form of Darkness Eye. It turned out that Wizard Leo had cultivated the fourth form of Darkness Eye!

It was just that with Wizard Leo's current strength, activating the fourth form of Darkness Eye appeared to take an unprecedented toll on him. He could not even maintain it for long. If he used it for just a moment too long, Wizard Leo would suffer grievous harm that would be difficult to recover from.

Wizard Bammou could only stare dazedly at the beams of dim light in Wizard Leo's Darkness Eye. As a Spell Caster from several hundred years ago, one with a certain degree of knowledge about Darkness Eye, Wizard Bammou knew very well what the fourth form of Darkness Eye entailed.

"How can there still be someone who could cultivate the fourth form of Darkness Eye?"

Wizard Bammou mumbled softly.

Presently, the target of Wizard Leo's fourth form of Darkness Eye was Wizard Morston. The flames around him had been extinguished completely, and there was not a single trace of Elemental fluctuation.

The beams of dim, black light were like a cage, sealing Morston within. In the dim light, Wizard Morston could not sense any Elemental fluctuations as if he had been stripped off his spells.

A smile stretched across the corner of Wizard Leo's mouth, although anyone could see that the smile was forceful.

Wizard Leo's current situation was not much better than Wizard Morston's. His face was drained, and his lips fresh red as if they were about to bleed. His cheeks were sunken like he was just skin and bones, causing his forehead to protrude. In particular, in the middle of his forehead, Darkness Eye bulged with a mixture of crimson and dim light as if it was about to pop out.

Wizard Leo was in a disastrous situation. It was evident that he had to pay a hefty price to forcibly activate the fourth form of Darkness Eye.

"The fourth form of Darkness Eye, control! What it controls are the elements! How could any of you understand the greatness of Darkness Eye?"

Wizard Leo was laughing coldly. Following that, Wizard Morston could distinctly feel that the water veil around him was gradually breaking up.

Even with the fusion of Pandora Demon Ability, it was completely useless. The Water Element quickly dispersed. This was due to Wizard Leo's usage of Darkness Eye, for his control of Water Element was even stronger than Wizard Morston's control.

Therefore, Wizard Leo could easily disperse Morston's water veil. A Defensive spell of unparalleled strength, which was able to block the attack from the third form of Wizard Leo's Darkness Eye, was easily erased by Wizard Leo just like that.

Furthermore, in the face of the fourth form of Darkness Eye, it was futile to try casting any spells for Wizard Leo was in control of all Elements!

Perhaps only those powerful Ninth-level Wizards or Great Wizards, by relying on their tremendous mastery of the Elements, could counter the control of Elements exerted by the fourth form of Darkness Eye.

The water veil surrounding Wizard Morston was dispelled immediately. Wizard Leo's Darkness Eye had stripped away the Water Element. Therefore, Wizard Bammou grabbed this rare and hard-won opportunity to quickly cast his Eighth-level Fire-type spell.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh…"

Wizard Bammou's flames began to burn vigorously, becoming increasingly powerful. Wizard Morston had no Defensive spells left. Even if he wanted to cast it again, all Elements have been removed by Wizard Leo's Darkness Eye. He could not squeeze out any spells at all.

At this point, a terrified expression had washed over Wizard Morston's face, and he roared, "Tanin, save me! Leo won't be able to maintain the fourth form of Darkness Eye for very long!"

There was still Wizard Tanin. In fact, Wizard's Morston's reminder was unnecessary. Wizard Tanin had already made his move, and his first response was to cast a Binding spell.

"Darkness Eye, control!"

Wizard Leo pointed lightly with one finger. Instantly, his entire body seemed to dry up, and he appeared incomparably withered. His life force was also rapidly diminishing.

At the same time, Darkness Eye in Wizard Leo's forehead flourished in its might, and a high-pitched whine even rang out faintly.

Presently, Merlin felt that Darkness Eye seemed to have "come alive" and was largely different from its previous listless appearance. Based on Wizard Leo's appearance, Merlin was afraid that he had paid a huge price this time in order to exhibit the fourth form of Darkness Eye twice in a row.

With Darkness Eye in control of all Elements, Wizard Tanin was unable to cast any spells. Even if he cast one, the Elements would be controlled instantly by Wizard Leo's Darkness Eye, and the spell would be dispelled straight away. Hence, Wizard Bammou seized this chance to attack. The flames around him split into two and raged toward Wizard Morston and Wizard Tanin.

This was Wizard Bammou's strongest power. His Eighth-level Fire-type spell had persevered back when he was in the Flame Prison. It was no longer an ordinary Eighth-level spell and could be considered a spell that was marked by the Maxim's power.

A spell like this did not need to use much power in dealing with two Eighth-level Spell Casters who had no Defensive spells at all. The robes they were wearing were burned to ashes immediately, and their anguished screeches could be heard from the blaze.

Tanin and Morston, two Eighth-level Spell Casters who had run amuck for centuries, had now died at the hands of Wizard Leo. In other words, they could not have killed these two powerful Eighth-level Spell Casters without Wizard Leo.

"It's a shame that their rings were reduced to ashes. Otherwise, we could have gotten the treasures that these two had plundered over the years."

Wizard Bammou saw that Morston and Tanin had been turned to ashes, and spoke somewhat regretfully. His Eighth-level spell had been too powerful that even the sturdy Spatial Rings were unable to withstand it. Thus, as it eliminated Wizard Morston and Wizard Tanin, it destroyed the Spatial Rings as well.

"Haha, Tanin and Morston are dead. Fourth Wizard, can you still escape?"

Merlin could now turn away and check on the rest of the battlefield. The first thing he saw was that Morston and Tanin were both burned to ashes by Bammou's flames, and he could not help but cry out.

The fourth prince had been relying upon Wizards Tanin and Morston. It was because of these powerful Eighth-level Spell Casters that the fourth prince had thought that victory was in his grasp. However, now that Tanin and Morston were both dead, it was over. Many Spell Casters who were initially following the fourth prince began to hesitate, and some even retreated stealthily.

"There's no hope left. I didn't think that Darkness Eye of the legends would be so strong. Wizard Leo has really proven himself to be the powerful Spell Caster who could hunt down a genius of Ozmu!"

"The fourth prince is defeated, and it's a crushing defeat at that. There's no chance for a recovery. With Wizard Leo around, no one can contend against his Darkness Eye. In addition, there's that mysterious and formidable Seventh-level Spell Caster. The Eighth-level spell he created could even overcome Wizard Morston's Eighth-level spell. Who else under the fourth prince could ward them off?"

"All is lost for the fourth prince. We'd better leave first…"

Initially, the fourth prince was still at an advantage in general, but after the deaths of Wizard Morston and Wizard Tanin, these Spell Casters had no fight left in them anymore. They each cast their spells and escaped while they could.

These Spell Casters had sided with the fourth prince in order to receive certain benefits. Now that they saw the fourth prince had no hope of triumph, these not-so-loyal Spell Casters would naturally not throw away their lives in vain.

"Master, let me help you."

Wizard Bammou saw that Merlin was still fighting to the end with the fourth Wizard, and appeared beside Merlin in a flash. He instantly conjured a sea of fire, and after compressing the flames, shot them ferociously toward the fourth Wizard.

Perhaps Wizard Bammou was somewhat disadvantaged when he was handling Wizard Tanin and Wizard Morston, but it was a piece of cake to kill a Sixth-level Spell Caster like the fourth Wizard.

The flames engulfed the fourth Wizard. Before he could even cry out, the fourth Wizard who had spent so long battling Merlin was reduced to ashes.

Merlin swept his gaze across the battlefield. The eighth prince's forces seemed to be unstoppable. Many Spell Casters began to strike back as if with no regard for their lives, and the balance of victory shifted in favor of the eighth prince.

Moreover, they still had Wizard Bammou!

"Bammou, get rid of the strongest Spell Casters under the fourth prince one by one!"

Merlin commanded Wizard Bammou. Wizard Bammou relied upon Flash Wind and the Eighth-level Fire-type spell and undoubtedly became one of the key factors influencing the outcome of this war.

Furthermore, since Wizard Tanin and Morston were both dead, there was no one in the fourth prince's camp who could defend against Wizard Bammou.

"Swish."

Merlin did not continue picking another opponent but instead flew to Wizard Leo's side.

"Teacher Leo, are you alright?"

Merlin gently supported Leo. Although they had Bammou who was like a one-man army, the one who actually turned the tide of the battle and ensured victory was Wizard Leo.

If it was not for Wizard Leo's fourth form of Darkness Eye and immediate termination of Wizard Tanin and Morston's spell which was fused with Pandora Demon Ability, there would have been no one who could hold back these two powerful Wizards.

Nevertheless, even Merlin could see that Wizard Leo had paid much too great a price for unleashing the fourth form of Darkness Eye. Currently, Wizard Leo seemed to have deteriorated by a decade in an instant, and even his life force appeared feeble.

What made Merlin even more alarmed was that Darkness Eye in Wizard Leo's forehead was emanating an active life force. Darkness Eye seemed to have "come alive" from its "lifeless stillness" in an instant.

Chapter 349: Fulfilling a Promise I

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It was rumored that Darkness Eye had seven forms, created by the Great Legend of Darkness, Wizard Oflas, and had an inconceivable and mysterious power.

Presently, Wizard Leo had already displayed four forms of Darkness Eye – delude, exterminate, disintegrate, and control. The fourth form controlled the Elements including the spells cast by Wizard Morston and Wizard Tanin, two Eighth-level Spell Casters, overcoming those spells in an instant. The great power of Darkness Eye was displayed before everyone.

However, very few people knew that Darkness Eye was a cursed power. Besides Wizard Bammou who had mentioned that before, even the eighth prince had said it – Darkness Eye was a cursed power to anyone who cultivated it, other than the Great Legend of Darkness, Wizard Oflas himself. There was not a single Spell Caster who had cultivated it successfully as most had died a violent death due to all sorts of mishaps.

Merlin also knew of the rumors that Darkness Eye was a cursed power, so after perceiving the changes of Darkness Eye in Wizard Leo's forehead, he had immediately shifted his guard.

"Merlin, give me Darkness-type elemental crystal stones. I need a colossal number of those stones, as many as you have!"

Wizard Leo's current situation was not a favorable one. His entire body looked like a wizened corpse, which was terrifying.

Merlin immediately sought all the Darkness-type elemental crystal stones in his ring and handed them to Wizard Leo. These Darkness-type elemental crystal stones each turned into a black mist. There seemed to be a whirlpool within Wizard Leo's body, frantically gobbling up all these elemental crystal stones.

As Wizard Leo was frantically consuming the Darkness-type elemental crystal stones, his Darkness Eye in his forehead bulged outward as if it wanted to break free from Wizard Leo's forehead.

"Seal!"

Wizard Leo's eyes opened and his hands flickered with intense Darkness Elemental fluctuations, following which he slammed his palms upon his forehead. Bursts of dazzling crimson and black light instantly distorted and weaved around each other.

Only after a long moment did Wizard Leo gradually release his hands. In his forehead, Darkness Eye had calmed down for now, but Wizard Leo seemed to have aged by many years, and his energy levels were far from what they were when he first arrived in the Imperial City.

It was to an extent where his terrifying appearance, resembling a dried corpse, would make anyone shudder at his sight.

Wizard Leo shook his head slightly, saying in a soft, self-mocking tone, "Ah, a cursed power… I was nearly unable to subdue it earlier. For the Tear of God, a bit of risk is worth it!"

Wizard Leo's eyes lighted up at the thought of the Tear of God. His display of the fourth form of Darkness Eye this time around had cost him more than when he had fought against Osseus.

At that time, Wizard Leo had sacrificed an arm. This time, although he did not seem injured, in truth, Wizard Leo had suffered a greater loss. Ordinary folks would never know what price Wizard Leo ultimately had to pay in order to unleash the fourth form of Darkness Eye.

However, Wizard Leo was willing to make such a big sacrifice for the sake of the Tear of God. As long as the Tear of God truly served its purpose, allowing him to alleviate the defects of cultivating Darkness Eye and become a Seventh-level Spell Caster, then that would be his biggest reward. No matter what the price was, it would be worth it.

"Swoosh."

Wizard Leo stood up abruptly. His body frame, as withered as a skeleton, was only shrouded by a thin robe. Wizard Leo had ended up like this because of the price he paid for forcibly activating the fourth form of Darkness Eye.

The situation of the current battlefield had undergone a fundamental shift. Many Spell Casters under the fourth prince's command had either escaped or were killed. Overall, there were only a scattered few who were still resisting.

This was even more so with Wizard Bammou constantly "wiping out" their opponents. Anywhere that Wizard Bammou arrived at, there were no Spell Casters or forces that could defend against him.

Flames were raging everywhere. Other than the two Eighth-level Spell Casters, Wizard Morston and Wizard Tanin, the most powerful ones under the fourth prince were the first, second, and third Wizard. However, at the moment they were nowhere to be seen.

"Bammou!"

Merlin used the slave contract to summon Wizard Bammou.

"Master!"

Wizard Bammou glanced at Merlin and called out respectfully.

"Where are the first, second, and third Wizards under the fourth prince's command?"

These three Wizards were Seventh-level Spell Casters, and Merlin did not see their bodies lying around anywhere. Therefore, Merlin had asked as Seventh-level Spell Casters were rather remarkable and would be valued by any spell casters' organization.

Upon hearing this, Bammou could only smile bitterly. "Master, the first, second, and third Wizards were rather shrewd. Before I could get to them, they had already fled."

"They've fled?"

Merlin was somewhat startled. Nonetheless, after some thoughts, it seemed reasonable. Three Seventh-level Spell Casters would form a formidable force, but once they face Wizard Leo and Bammou, it would not be enough.

The fourth prince had lost beyond hope. It would be utter idiocy to die here for the fourth prince!

"It's just as well that they've fled. It saves us lots of trouble. Let's go, there's only the fourth prince left!"

Merlin saw that most of the Spell Casters under the eighth prince had begun gathering, silently watching the battle between the fourth prince and the eighth prince from a distance.

Although the two princes were merely Sixth-level Spell Casters, they had already constructed the strongest spells of the royal family and cultivated Pandora Demon Abilities. Therefore, the might of their battle was in no way inferior to Seventh-level Spell Casters, and most Spell Casters would not dare approach.

Only Wizard Bammou, Wizard Leo, and those three Seventh-level Spell Casters could go slightly nearer. As for Merlin, he used Pandora Demon Ability, Fuse Earth to cast Perfect Armor, and could just about stand with Wizard Leo and the rest.

Countless pairs of eyes watched the fourth prince, yet he seemed utterly oblivious to his situation as his body flickered with an icy force. The eighth prince, on the other hand, had a whistling gale in addition to a devastating blaze and appeared awe-inspiring as well.

Presently, the two princes were evenly matched, and neither could outsmart the other. It was obvious that they were familiar with the spells and Pandora Demon Abilities that the other one had constructed and cultivated. As they battled, they each saw through each other's powers.

Therefore, other than causing a huge commotion, in reality, neither prince was really injured.

"Fourth Brother, you've lost!"

The eighth prince stood in mid-air. He knew the situation of the battlefield like the back of his hand. Wizard Leo had unleashed his extraordinary might, defeating Wizard Morston and Wizard Tanin in one blow. This was key to turning the tide of the entire battle.

From that moment on, the fourth prince was doomed to lose!

The fourth prince swept his gaze quickly across the battlefield. He could not see any of the Spell Casters under his command. There were those who had fled and those who had been killed. It had been a favorable situation, yet now things had descended to such a stage.

Before he had set off on this journey, the fourth prince had never thought that it would end like this.

"You're right, I've lost! This is the fate of us descendants of the royal family… Haha…"

The fourth prince began to laugh like a maniac. The struggle for the throne was ruthless. It was just like when Bhutto XVI had ascended the throne – who knew how much royal blood was on his hands?

"Hum…"

Flames began to flare up ferociously on the fourth prince. In the soaring flames, the laughter of the fourth prince rang out across the forest, and even seemed to reach the square…

"Is that the fourth prince?"

Bhutto XVI suddenly raised his head and looked off in a certain direction, his face filled with complicated emotions.

…

The raging blaze crackled as it incinerated the fourth prince. The eighth prince looked on with a complex expression at the fourth prince who was submerged in flames. This was the fate of descendants of the royal family. The moment he had chosen to fight for the throne, he had already made this decision.

Only he was now the victor!

"The eighth prince! The fourth prince is dead, and it's time for Your Royal Highness to fulfill the promise!"

Suddenly, Wizard Leo spoke in a raspy voice.

Wizard Leo seemed to have turned into a bag of bones. The hoarser his voice became, the more piercing it was.

The eighth prince's face shifted slightly, but thereafter, he broke out into a smile. "Of course. Our great victory this time around is all thanks to Wizard Leo's mighty display of power, defeating Morston and Tanin. Otherwise, I'm afraid that the one reduced to ashes in the flames would have been me!"

The eighth prince eyed the ashes that the fourth prince had become. He knew very well that the forces of the fourth prince initially had the upper hand, but the final outcome was the eighth prince's victory. A crucial factor of this reversal of fortune was Wizard Leo's sudden explosion of power.

Darkness Eye was a special Pandora Demon Ability of the legends. As expected, it was a strange, mysterious, and inscrutable power. Not even the eighth prince, who had an understanding of Darkness Eye, had thought that it would be so powerful.

The eighth prince was even somewhat tempted by Darkness Eye. However, upon looking at Wizard Leo's current ugly appearance, which was neither a man nor a ghost, the eighth prince shook his head. Admittedly, Darkness Eye was powerful, but it was ultimately a cursed power. Any Spell Caster who cultivated Darkness Eye would not end up well.

The exception to this was the Legend of Darkness, the Great Wizard Oflas, who had created Darkness Eye. Therefore, even if the eighth prince was tempted by the might of Darkness Eye, he would not cultivate it.

The resources of the royal family were deep and extensive. It was not like there were no special Pandora Demon Abilities that were comparable to Darkness Eye. However, the eighth prince was presently just a prince and had no access to the deepest secrets of the royal family. Only when he became king and held that position of power would he be able to acquire the full legacy of the royal family.

"This is the Tear of God!"

The eighth prince drew in a deep breath and took out the Tear of God. To other people, the Tear of God would be a pretty ornament at best, but to Wizard Leo, who suffered from defects caused by the cultivation of Darkness Eye, it was a priceless treasure.

Wizard Leo immediately extended a withered arm and grasped the Tear of God. He swept his Mind Power across it and quickly placed it in his ring.

The eighth prince said in a low voice, "Let's go. We're on a hunt now. Let's see if we can find that elk king!"

Having defeated his main opponent in the struggle for the throne, the eighth prince was a step closer to his goal. Therefore, his smile appeared particularly carefree, and his laughter reverberated through the forest for a long time…

Chapter 350: Fulfilling a Promise II

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In the royal forest, the hunting had ended. King Bhutto XVI, sitting high on his throne, looked down at the crowd of aristocrats, and slowly said, "Marquis Wilsen!"

A middle-aged aristocrat immediately came forward from the crowd, bowing slightly toward Bhutto XVI. "Your Honorable Majesty, Wilsen is here!"

"Very well, Marquis Wilsen. You've killed the elk king. According to the rules, you've achieved victory – naturally, you must be rewarded. I hear that you have two sons, and one of them will be unable to inherit your title. In that case, I bestow upon your second son the non-hereditary title of viscount!"

Bhutto XVI immediately granted him the title of viscount. This was no mere label. The aristocrats of the Kingdom of Blackmoon possessed tremendous privileges, and almost every aristocrat had a corresponding territory.

This possession of territory was at the root of the aristocracy. A viscount, even if a non-hereditary title, meant a rather large fief. To the Wilsen clan, this was incredible news.

Thus, Marquis Wilsen was overjoyed to hear this, and said gratefully to Bhutto XVI, "I thank Your Majesty's generosity!"

There were many who envied Wilsen. He was merely lucky enough to kill the elk king and did not contribute much to the kingdom, yet he received an aristocratic title.

"Huh? Where's His Royal Highness the fourth prince?"

"That's right. I've seen His Royal Highness the fourth prince leading some people in a majestic manner into the forest. Surely they are alright?"

Some of the uninformed people, upon discovering that there was no trace of the fourth prince, began discussing in low voices.

Bhutto XVI furrowed his brow slightly and looked toward the eighth prince. He inquired slowly, "The eighth prince, have you seen the fourth prince?"

The eighth prince's expression remained the same as he looked deep into the eyes of Bhutto XVI. Following that, he replied calmly, "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the fourth prince encountered some ferocious beasts in the forest, and in a moment of carelessness, lost his footing. He fell off his horse, and died…"

There were so many far-fetched flaws in this story. The fourth prince was a splendid Sixth-level Spell Caster and was surrounded by so many powerful Spell Casters. How could he have fallen to his death from his horse due to a mere encounter with a wild beast?

However, even with such a reply full of loopholes, Bhutto XVI nodded his head slowly, and let out a long sigh. "Guards! Search for the body of the fourth prince, and bury him in the royal mausoleum!"

With that, Bhutto XVI left Kingswood under the protection of many guards and Spell Casters. As he passed by the eighth prince, a complicated light flashed in his eyes.

The eighth prince looked at Bhutto XVI's departing figure, and mumbled, "Back then, Father had eliminated the other princes one by one and finally ascended the throne. This is the fate of us descendants of the royal family, a fate we can never escape…"

There was also blood on Bhutto XVI's hands. In the beginning, he had gone through a similar process. Of course, he would understand that the outcome of the battle between the fourth prince and the eighth prince had been determined.

Although he was the king of the Kingdom of Blackmoon and had great power, Bhutto XVI had no authority in the matter of selecting his successor, and could not even intervene.

This was because the ones who determined the final candidate for the throne were the group of elders of the royal family, made up of the strongest individuals throughout generations of the royal family. They were the ones who decided on the candidate together, and not even Bhutto XVI could interfere.

Thus, even if the eighth prince and the fourth prince, and the subsequent ninth and thirteenth princes, and so on, wanted to kill each other, Bhutto XVI's hands were tied. He could only pay them no mind, and let the chips fall where they might, silently waiting out his final five years on the throne.

…

In the great hall of the eighth prince's manor, two rows of seats were filled with Spell Casters. On the right, Wizard Leo was at the head, after which sat Merlin, Wizard Bammou, and other Spell Casters.

This seating was not by accident, and it was not just anyone who could take these seats. Merlin and Wizard Leo were able to sit near the front naturally because the eighth prince had determined their capabilities and ranking.

"Everyone, the fourth prince is dead. In the entire Imperial City, there are no more members of the royal family who pose a threat to me. This time, I have to thank Wizard Leo in particular. I believe that everyone has witnessed that if it wasn't for Wizard Leo's mighty display of power which salvaged our desperate situation, I'm afraid we would've been in grave danger."

The eighth prince directed his gaze at Wizard Leo. Although Wizard Leo now appeared to be just skin and bones, no Spell Caster dared to look down on him. Even Morston and Tanin, these two Eighth-level Spell Casters of impressive reputation, were dead. Although it was not Wizard Leo who killed them, he was the main reason for their deaths.

"It was because of Wizard Bammou that we were able to avoid having too many casualties. Many Spell Casters were saved by Wizard Bammou's appearance. Wizard Bammou is Wizard Merlin's aide, therefore, we couldn't have achieved our great victory today without Wizard Bammou and Wizard Merlin!"

A strange light flickered in the eighth prince's eye. He had been somewhat surprised that Merlin had a Seventh-level Spell Caster as his aide. Furthermore, this Seventh-level Spell Caster appeared rather extraordinary. He had constructed an Eighth-level spell, and thus had the chance of becoming an Eighth-level Wizard.

A Seventh-level Spell Caster with the possibility of becoming an Eighth-level Spell Caster… Wizards of such Spell Caster Quality were usually at the high-level core of spell casters' organizations. However, Bammou was willing to be Merlin's aide and followed Merlin. This also made Merlin seem to be full of mystery.

Following that, the eighth prince rewarded each Spell Caster. The eighth prince's overwhelming victory this time around would result in these Spell Casters benefiting even more in the future.

Nonetheless, Merlin and Leo did not publicly receive any such rewards. For Leo, he had already acquired the Tear of God, and he required nothing else.

As for Merlin's reward, the eighth prince would need to spend some time to fulfill it.

"Wizard Merlin, we're still gathering the potion materials you need, and will likely still require some time."

The eighth prince smiled as he spoke. After defeating his mortal enemy, the fourth prince, the eighth prince had recovered his confidence and emanated a subtle dignity.

Merlin shook his head and replied calmly, "It doesn't matter if the potion materials arrive late, but as for the royal Spell Library…"

As soon as Merlin mentioned the royal Spell Library, the eighth prince frowned. This matter would be difficult to carry out, but since he had promised Merlin from the start, he would need to carry it out no matter how difficult it was.

Thus, the eighth prince gritted his teeth. "Be rest assured, Wizard Merlin, I'll surely gain you entry into the Spell Library! There's no time to lose – let's go and try now. Wizard Merlin, please follow me."

Merlin felt a rush of glee and stood up to take his leave. In a rare instance, Wizard Leo advised him, "That's right, Merlin. The collection in the Spell Library of the royal family is even more extensive than what we have in the Dark Magic Region. You must seize this chance. I'll try using the Tear of God in the manor to resolve my own afflictions, so I might need a while."

Following that, Wizard Leo got up and left the hall right away, heading toward the anechoic chamber the eighth prince had prepared for him.

"If Wizard Leo could level up to a Seventh-level Spell Caster, I shall become even more powerful!"

The eighth prince looked at Wizard Leo's departing figure and was filled with satisfaction. Wizard Leo was currently already so powerful. If he could break through and become a Seventh-level Spell Caster, would he not be even stronger?

Although the fourth prince had been defeated, it did not mean that the eighth prince could rest easy. There were still the ninth prince and the thirteenth prince. They had not given up on the idea of fighting for the throne, and a battle sometime in the future was inevitable.

Therefore, the stronger Wizard Leo was, the more of an advantage the eighth prince would have. He too hoped that Wizard Leo would be successful in using the Tear of God to alleviate his ailments.

"I hope Teacher Leo would be able to successfully heal his afflictions…"

Merlin silently wished Wizard Leo well. He had never cultivated Darkness Eye and did not know what flaw it was in its cultivation that resulted in Wizard Leo being unable to become a Seventh-level Spell Caster until now.

Now, he saw that Wizard Leo looked somewhat excited since he had the Tear of God. There should be a slight hope that he could level up to a Seventh-level Spell Caster.

"Wizard Merlin, let's go as well."

The eighth prince brought Merlin away from the manor. They boarded a magnificent horse carriage and gradually made their way toward the Palace.

On the horse carriage, Merlin and the eighth prince exchanged a few simple words. Those potion materials were not an issue for the eighth prince to fulfill his promise. On the contrary, the difficult part was the Spell Library.

After all, the Spell Library was only open to members of the royal family, so only the eighth prince could enter. If he wanted to bring in an outsider, he would need the approval of the king.

For something like this, even if the eighth prince went and beseeched Bhutto XVI, it was likely that he would not receive the approval.

"Eighth prince, how are you going to gain me entry into the Spell Library?"

Merlin could not help but ask. He did not think that it would be so difficult to enter the Spell Library and that one would need the permission of Bhutto XVI to bring in outsiders.

"Don't worry about that. All that matters is I'll fulfill my promise!"

The eighth prince gave Merlin a profound look. He had learned that Merlin was able to face the fourth and fifth Wizard by himself. Furthermore, Merlin had Wizard Bammou as his aide, who was a Wizard at the peak of the Seventh-level, and was able to take on Eighth-level Wizards.

With this kind of power, Merlin would naturally ascend quickly in rank in the eyes of the eighth prince and become second only to Wizard Leo.

Therefore, although it was difficult to enter the Spell Library and any other members of the royal family would be at their wits' end, to the eighth prince, it was more achievable.

It was just that if he really wanted to let Merlin enter the Spell Library, he would have to use up that one "promise". The eighth prince was still evaluating if Merlin was worth such a "promise".

"Merlin himself has powerful capabilities. In addition to Bammou and his relationship with Wizard Leo…"

Countless thoughts flashed across the eighth prince's mind. Soon enough, he had decided. With Merlin's current strength, in addition to his connection to Wizard Leo, he could, in fact, be considered the strongest force on the eighth prince's side.

Merlin's importance was self-evident! Therefore, even if he had to sacrifice that "promise", it was worth it to gain Merlin an entry into the Spell Library.

Chapter 351: The Spell Library

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The Spell Library of the royal family was hidden in the depths of the Palace.

Being at the heart of the Imperial City, it was natural that the Palace would be heavily guarded. The Elemental Swordsmen outside were merely the external security. In reality, the moment Merlin stepped into the Palace, he had a feeling that he was in the midst of intense potential danger.

There were sure to be many powerful Spell Casters within the Palace who monitored the every movement of anyone who entered the Palace. The fact that Merlin could feel the danger meant his Mind Power was considered decent. Particularly its acuity was much better than most Spell Casters of the same level.

The eighth prince wore a calm and unperturbed expression and was clearly very familiar with the Palace. The many guards that they had encountered bowed respectfully toward the eighth prince.

Merlin followed closely behind the eighth prince, passing through floors of corridors, and turned around many hidden places. Even Merlin had somewhat lost his sense of direction.

"Hmm? What powerful Mind Power!"

Merlin suddenly felt a burst of Mind Power which was unparalleled in intensity, enclosing down upon them as it swept across him and the eighth prince. Merlin had practically no secrets left to speak of.

This Mind Power had reached the stage of the Ninth-level, and there was even a certain amount of difference from Wizard Bammou's Mind Power. It was because Merlin himself had often felt Wizard Bammou's Mind Power, so he was able to sense the general level of this Mind Power.

The level of Mind Power for most Spell Casters was the same level as the spells that they had constructed. Only a small percentage of them, like Merlin or Wizard Bammou, had incomparably strong Mind Power, for one reason or another. This only applied to a minority of Spell Casters.

Now that this burst of Ninth-level Mind Power had appeared – if it was not Mind Power which was particularly powerful for its level, it indicated that there was a mighty Ninth-level Spell Caster here!

Seeing that Merlin had turned alert, the eighth prince shook his head, then called out hoarsely, "Wizard Fosse, I'm the eighth prince. Please open the Spell Library."

Merlin frowned. There was only an empty space here, save for pure-black cast bronze statues situated at both ends. The details of the statues were rather exquisite, and the carvings were life-like.

"Rumble."

Suddenly, a crack materialized between these two wondrous pure-black bronze statues and widened rapidly as if it was parting the space itself.

Furthermore, lines of mysterious runes emerged on the bronze statues. Even Merlin had not noticed that there were mysterious runes engraved on the bronze statues.

The eighth prince took two steps back and turned to Merlin, breaking into a smile. "The royal family has a deep and extensive legacy – everyone knows that. As the most important wealth of the royal family, it's natural that the Spell Library is well-hidden. There's a Ninth-level Spell Caster guarding inside throughout the year. Without him to open the Runic Magic Circle as well as numerous other mechanisms, even a Great Wizard can forget about trying to force his way into the Spell Library within a short time."

Merlin narrowed his eyes slightly. Between the two black bronze statues, there was a long, deep-reaching flight of stone stairs. It turned out that the Spell Library was here. Indeed, it was well hidden. That colossal Mind Power that he had felt earlier must be the Ninth-level Spell Caster who was guarding the Spell Library.

"Let's go."

The eighth prince led Merlin straight down the flight of stairs.

In the pitch-dark passage of the stone stairs, the air was filled with a musty odor. People must often pass by here.

"Clap clap clap."

The eighth prince clapped his hands lightly. Instantly, a flicker of firelight appeared in the darkness. Following that, flames materialized on the two walls flanking the stone stairs, lighting up the pitch-black passage.

Merlin could distinctly feel that this passage was heading downward. The weather outside was rather parched, but deep in the underground was a chill that could cut to the bone.

Finally, they reached the end of the stone stairs. There, they found two large brass doors, on which there was an imprint of a palm.

This palm imprint looked peculiar. Moreover, lines of mysterious runes protected the large brass doors. Breaking down the doors using brute force would be rather unrealistic. No matter whether it was Merlin or the eighth prince, they would not be able to do that now.

Still, the eighth prince appeared to have done this routinely. He stretched out his right hand and gently pressed into the imprint on the large brass doors. Following that, the mysterious runes on the door gradually brightened with white light, and the large brass doors began to slowly open.

"Creak."

The large brass doors opened, revealing a large, elegant hall which was decorated lavishly.

The four walls of the large hall were inlaid with marble that shone like mirrors, and the floor was made of layers of gilded rock. Above the hall, there were a few enormous, transparent hanging lamps made of veluriyam. In these lamps, there were precious pearls the size of fists.

The pearls glowed with a bright and gentle radiance, lighting up the spotless hall as if it was daylight. There was no need for firelight at all.

Even Merlin himself was speechless upon seeing such a sumptuous large hall. Regardless of whether it was the gilded floor or the marble as sleek as a mirror or the precious pearls in the hanging lamps made of veluriyam, these were all priceless. Any one of the pearls in the lamps used for illumination would be an invaluable treasure outside which would be worth a handsome sum.

The Blackmoon royal family had always claimed that their heritage dated back to three thousand six hundred years ago, and they descended from the Molta Empire royal family. For now, one could put aside the question of whether the Blackmoon royal family was just making themselves look good. Just the amount of resources they had was enough to prove that the royal family should not be underestimated for they would be a match for any large-sized spell casters' organization.

The eighth prince stared at the lavish hall, and a zealous light flashed across his eyes. As a member of the royal family, he had come to the Spell Library countless times, but each time he would still be stunned.

However, not even a prince could enter the Spell Library at will and would need the permission of Bhutto XVI. Only the king of the Kingdom of Blackmoon could visit the Spell Library as he pleased.

In the Kingdom of Blackmoon, there were many places that were as important as the Spell Library which only the king could visit. The eighth prince's thirst for power mostly arose from his visits to luxurious spaces like the Spell Library, which evoked the desire and ambition deep in his heart.

"One day, I shall possess everything of the royal family!"

The eighth prince mumbled softly. Following that, he raised his head suddenly and drew in a deep breath. Then, he yelled, "Wizard Fosse, show yourself."

"Whoosh."

As soon as the eighth prince spoke, a gust of black wind appeared in the air. Merlin could not even sense when the black wind had appeared.

Thereafter, the black wind dissipated, revealing a purple-haired old man who stood tall and straight in healthy spirits.

The purple-haired old man swept his gaze casually across Merlin and the eighth prince, then began to say slowly, "Your Royal Highness the eighth prince, it doesn't matter if you come to the Spell Library, but this Spell Caster behind you – he has no royal blood and isn't a member of the royal family. Has my lord forgotten the rules?"

Merlin narrowed his eyes slightly and sized up the purple-haired old man who had just appeared. So, he was the Guardian Wizard of the Spell Library, the powerful Ninth-level Spell Caster Wizard Fosse!

The Spell Library was an important place for the royal family and was guarded by a powerful Ninth-level Spell Caster of the royal family, who would not let any outsider enter. Although Merlin had not entered the actual Spell Library, the eighth prince had already breached the rules by bringing Merlin to where the Spell Library was.

Nevertheless, the eighth prince seemed unconcerned and gazed steadily at the purple-haired old man. Suddenly, he said, "Wizard Fosse, do you still remember you owe my mother a promise?"

At the mention of the eighth prince's mother, Wizard Fosse's face shifted slightly, following which he seemed extremely uncomfortable. He could only nod powerlessly. "Of course, I remember the kindness of the queen consort! That promise I made her is still as valid now. However, eighth prince, you must remember that this promise only works once!"

A smile tugged at the corner of the eighth prince's mouth. "Once is enough. You wouldn't be willing to kill the fourth prince for me, so I'll use this promise for Wizard Merlin. I'd like to let Wizard Merlin enter the Spell Library. He'll get one day and can look through any spell he likes, just like us members of the royal family. Wizard Fosse, what do you say?"

Only then did the situation dawn upon Merlin. It was not surprising that the eighth prince had made the vow so solemnly. In fact, non-members of the royal family were not allowed to enter the Spell Library, but the Spell Caster guarding the Spell Library owed the eighth prince's mother a promise.

This was the reason the eighth prince was so confident.

Wizard Fosse hesitated for a moment, following which he glanced at Merlin before saying slowly, "My lord, a day's time is far too long. I can grant you eight hours at most, and upon seeing the spells inside, he mustn't pass it on to anyone else. A contract must be signed!"

The eighth prince frowned – what could one do in eight hours? Selecting the spells alone would take a few hours, to say nothing of having to memorize those complicated spells as he was not able to bring them out. However, just as he was about to further negotiate with Wizard Fosse, Merlin stepped forward beside him. "My utmost gratitude to Wizard Fosse. Eight hours will be enough!"

Seeing that Merlin had agreed, the eighth prince nodded. "Very well, eight hours it is. Wizard Merlin, go ahead and sign the contract. I'll wait here outside for those eight hours, and you won't have to worry about anything during this period."

Now that the eighth prince had just defeated the fourth prince, he had great influence among the many members of the royal family in the Imperial City. Anyone would know that the eighth prince was the one who was most likely to ascend the throne.

With the eighth prince outside the Spell Library, even if some other member of the royal family came, the eighth prince could stop them. No one would dare to cross him. Moreover, they had the support of Wizard Fosse who was the Guardian Wizard. Merlin's safety was absolutely secured.

"My gratitude to Your Royal Highness the eighth prince for his trouble!"

Merlin bowed slightly toward the eighth prince, following which he took a deep breath and followed behind Wizard Fosse, entering the Spell Library before them.

"Bam!"

The large doors of the Spell Library shut tight. There was no one who could spy on what was happening inside.

Chapter 352: Deriving a New Spell!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Merlin wandered around the Spell Library of the royal family. Even though he had seen the mountains of volumes of spells inside the Resource Tower, the sight before him still astounded him.

Volumes and volumes of books were piled upon the rows of vermillion bookshelves. They were also tagged clearly – Zero-level spells, First-level spells, Second-level spells, Third-level spells, Fourth-level spells, Fifth-level spells, and Sixth-level spells.

These spells were further divided into Wind-type, Fire-type, Water-type, Thunder-type, Ice-type, Earth-type, Darkness-type, and so on. It could be said that the types of spells were incomparably comprehensive, and there was a great number of them too.

Merlin picked out one of the Darkness-type spells at random. Darkness-type spells were hard to come by. Even when he was in the Resource Tower of the Dark Magic Region, the number of Darkness-type spells could be counted on one's hand, and the spells were not that powerful.

Merlin's Darkness-type spells were obtained strategically by Wizard Leo from Abyss Fort. However, the Darkness-type spell that Merlin now picked up casually was the spell that Merlin had painstakingly searched for in Abyss Fort – the Fourth-level spell Darkness Nightmare.

Darkness Nightmare was a Fourth-level spell, known to be the pinnacle of Hallucinating spells. Merlin's current Mind Power was still a long way from being able to construct Darkness Nightmare, so naturally, he had not constructed it. Nevertheless, Merlin also possessed the Spell Model of Darkness Nightmare.

Therefore, Merlin compared the Spell Model of Darkness Nightmare from Abyss Fort to the one from the Spell Library. He found that the two Spell Models were more or less the same, which meant that the Darkness-type spells in the Spell Library of the royal family were genuine, and they even had a more complete selection of Darkness-type spells than Abyss Fort.

"It wasn't surprising that they're compared to a large spell casters' organization. The resources of the royal family is inconceivably extensive!"

Merlin murmured in a low voice. What a large number of spells – he estimated that there were more than ten thousand spells or even more. This would be of enormous help in populating the database of the Matrix.

"Select the spells at your own pace. Remember, you can only be here for eight hours. Once the time is up, I'll come and get you!"

Wizard Fosse reminded Merlin, following which he hid in the darkness in a flash. Nonetheless, Merlin did not get the feeling that he was being watched as if Wizard Fosse was not concerned about Merlin stealing a spell.

Merlin heaved a small sigh. Of course, he would not steal a spell because he did not need to do something like that. He planned on using the Matrix, employing every spell here to populate its database. In other words, he was going to duplicate the entire centuries-old collection of the Spell Library of the royal family.

"Matrix, prepare to scan all the spells in the books!"

"Beep, task received. Begin scanning. Please be patient!"

The Matrix began its scanning. Not even a Great Wizard would be able to find out about the Matrix. Therefore, Wizard Fosse would not be able to discover the Matrix even if he used his Mind Power to spy on Merlin.

Scanning such a tremendous number of books would require some time. Thus, Merlin began to wait patiently, occasionally flipping through some spells at random, acting as if he was looking for a spell.

Although Wizard Fosse was not spying on him with Mind Power, Merlin knew that there was surely another more hidden method that would allow Wizard Fosse to monitor his every move.

This was, in fact, true. Presently, Merlin's every movement was known to Wizard Fosse. His task was to guard the entire collection of the Spell Library. As the eighth prince had brought up the queen consort's kindness toward him in the past, Wizard Fosse had reluctantly agreed to let Merlin enter the Spell Library.

However, if Merlin really dared to steal a spell from the Spell Library, he would show no mercy.

From the looks of it, Wizard Fosse saw that Merlin was well-behaved, only looking through the Spell Models. Perhaps he was memorizing the complicated Spell Models, but he did not try to steal a spell.

"Humph, how deep is the collection of the Spell Library? How vast? The higher the level of a spell, the more difficult it would be to memorize the Spell Model. This Merlin is futilely trying to memorize Fifth-level and Sixth-level spells – what a waste of time and opportunity! With a one-in-a-million chance like this, and only eight hours, he might get something out of it if he commits to memorizing some Fourth-level spells. However, since he's biting off more than he can chew, his success will be limited!"

Wizard Fosse saw that Merlin had begun looking at the Fifth-level and Sixth-level spells and thought that it was because Merlin was "biting off more than he could chew", wasting his time and opportunity.

After all, it was common knowledge for Spell Casters that if one's Mind Power had not broken through to a similar level, one would be unable to simulate more advanced spells, and it would take a great effort just to memorize it alone.

Merlin currently only possessed Fourth-level Mind Power. So naturally, if he wanted to memorize those Fifth-level and Sixth-level Spell Models, it would be an arduous and useless task. Wizard Fosse mistook this as Merlin "biting off more than he could chew".

However, in reality, Merlin was only putting on a show, looking through the Spell Models at random. He did not need to strain his Mind Power to memorize those complicated Spell Models at all. With the Matrix scanning every spell in the Spell Library, he could look through them at his leisure after he had gone out.

Wizard Fosse misunderstood Merlin's intentions and paid him less attention. He also did not disturb Merlin at all. He hoped for the eight hours to pass by as quickly as possible so that Merlin could be sent away, preventing any unnecessary trouble.

After all, Wizard Fosse was breaking the rules. If this was discovered by the elders of the royal family, Wizard Fosse would be heavily punished even though he was an elder himself.

…

"Beep, scan completed. There are thirty-five thousand four hundred and eighty-nine spells in total. Should this all be stored in the database?"

In just one hour, the Matrix had finished scanning all the spells of the Spell Library. Still, the number of spells had dumbfounded Merlin for a moment.

There were over thirty thousand spells. Merlin was somewhat taken aback. Initially, there were only two hundred or so spells in the Matrix. According to his deductions and estimations, a thousand spells or more should be enough to derive a new spell.

However, now he had no less than over thirty thousand spells to populate the database. Did this mean that he would be able to derive a new spell right away? As he thought of this, Merlin's heartbeat sped up involuntarily.

"Matrix, begin data integration process and derive a new Fourth-level spell!"

Merlin drew in a deep breath and forced himself to calm his restless emotions, then gave the Matrix this command.

"Beep, processing data integration. Derivation of new Fourth-level spell in progress… Beep, command error. Please input command in detail and bind with Mind Power!"

The command voice of the Matrix rang out suddenly. Merlin's second attempt at processing data integration was still unsuccessful.

"Command error? I need to bind with Mind Power?"

Merlin furrowed his brow. The Matrix was merely an ordinary quantum calculator and was a product of the pinnacle of science development in his previous life when there was no such thing as Mind Power. Nonetheless, the Matrix now requested the binding of Mind Power, which might mean that the Matrix had undergone a change when it had crossed over with Merlin back then.

The Matrix was now no longer just a simple "calculator".

Although he did not know what had happened to the Matrix, Merlin knew that if he did not follow the steps of the Matrix, he would never be able to derive a new spell.

Therefore, Merlin responded softly, "Bind Mind Power!"

"Beep, binding of Mind Power successful. Please input task!"

"With the spells in the database as a foundation, derive a new Fourth-level spell…"

After a pause, Merlin felt that something was not right. After he thought about it, he realized that the scope of Fourth-level spells was far too wide. Even if the Matrix had outstanding operational abilities, this command was too vague. In addition, it would need to derive based on over thirty thousand spells. The amount of calculation required would be astonishing.

Therefore, Merlin corrected himself and went on. "With the spells in the database as a foundation, derive a new Fourth-level Fire-type spell!"

"Beep, task received! Analysis is in progress…"

After having done all this, Merlin began to wait nervously. Without realizing it, several hours had passed since he entered the Spell Library.

Whether or not he could derive a new spell was of utmost importance to Merlin. During the most glorious age of Spell Casters, a few truly prodigious Spell Casters were even able to construct their own spells alone from the Fourth-level onward.

Merlin naturally was not gifted in spell construction. He was able to achieve what he had today thanks to the Matrix. Therefore, the Matrix was the foundation of his success.

In the past, the Matrix only derived the stability, compatibility, power, and other aspects that made up a relatively decent and well-rounded Spell Model. This was in fact already a huge benefit which pleased Merlin greatly. His present success was inseparable from the assistance of the Matrix.

However, the Matrix seemed to have undergone some form of change now. It was no longer just for simple calculation and analysis of Spell Models. Merlin also wanted to use it to derive new spells.

For this goal, Merlin had made numerous sacrifices and had gone to great lengths to obtain this chance to enter the Spell Library, collecting over thirty thousand spells for the Matrix. This resulted in over thirty thousand reference points, enough for the Matrix to continue its data integration process.

This was all conjecture on Merlin's part, which was to say he was just simply estimating. Whether or not the Matrix could derive new spells – for now, there were no examples of success.

Four hours, five hours, six hours, seven hours…

The time slipped by quickly. Without realizing it, Merlin had been in the Spell Library for over seven hours. There was not much time left in the eight hours set by Wizard Fosse.

Wizard Fosse had even begun focusing his attention on Merlin, silently waiting for the end of the time limit!

"Whoosh."

The space before Merlin's eyes flashed suddenly. Wizard Fosse appeared without warning, mysteriously popping up before Merlin once more.

"Your time is up. You should leave!"

Wizard Fosse fixed his cold gaze upon Merlin.

Disappointment washed over Merlin's face as he mumbled, "It didn't work? Or was my idea too simplistic, to derive a new spell…"

With a bitter smile, Merlin stood up slowly, and followed behind Wizard Fosse, traveling once more through that mysterious and deep-reaching passage of stone stairs.

"Beep, data integration process successful!"

The detached mechanical female voice rang out once again in Merlin's head. However, this time Merlin trembled all over, and irrepressible expression of glee instantly appeared on his face.

Chapter 353: The Matrix and the Flame Maxim I

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Merlin followed close behind Wizard Fosse through the cold stone staircase. The mechanical female voice of the Matrix kept reverberating in his mind.

"Beep, data integration process is successful. A total of two hundred and thirty-nine Fire-type Fourth-level spells are derived! Data incomplete, please continue to collect data and populate the database!"

The Matrix had actually derived more than two hundred Fire-type Fourth-level spells. Although more than thirty-thousand spells were populated into the database, the Matrix still felt that the data was incomplete hence that surprised Merlin. This amount of data that had been accumulated over the centuries was comparable to that of a large spell casters' organization. Yet, it still was not enough to populate the database of the Matrix.

"It seems that I still have to continue searching for spells whenever I have the chance and populate the database!"

If there was one person most familiar with the Matrix, it had to be Merlin. Although the data in the database was not really "complete", but "complete" was only a relative term. If it had indeed been completed, the spells derived from the Matrix would surely be very terrifying, with almost no obvious weaknesses.

Even though the database was still not "complete", the spells derived were still very powerful. Merlin immediately exported more than two hundred spells derived from the Matrix. He wanted to see what was so unique about them.

In the end, the only problem with the new spells that he had derived was compatibility. When Merlin looked at all the Spell Models, he suddenly realized that all Spell Models actually had more than ninety percent compatibility. Some of the spells had even reached a hundred percent compatibility.

That was really hard to imagine. Even for spells from the same origin, if they were to be constructed in the Awareness, it would still be impossible to reach a hundred percent compatibility.

A hundred percent compatibility could only be achieved by self-derivation and construction, by matching with one's own Mind Power, previously constructed Spell Models, and so on.

Merlin vaguely understood why the Matrix needed to bind Mind Power previously. It was so that the spells could be derived according to his Mind Power, so that there would be higher compatibility.

These Fourth-level Fire-type spells were mostly Offensive spells. Of course, there were some spells which were Binding-type or had other effects. Nevertheless, after the Matrix followed Merlin and warped into this current world, some changes seemed to have occurred. When it derived spells, it would construct a brand-new spell based on Merlin's previously constructed spells.

In fact, when it came to constructing new spells, this was also the most common method used by Seventh-level Spell Casters. If the previously constructed spells were basically violent Offensive spells, the new spells must be derived in a similar manner too. Only then would it be easier to derive new spells, of which would have increased its compatibility.

That was precisely what the Matrix had done. It combined spells that Merlin had previously constructed including the Zero-level spell Fireball, the First-level spell Furious Flame, the Second-level spell Sea of Purgatory Fire, and the Third-level spell Condensed Fire.

These four spells were all Fire-type spells that were extremely violent, had immense attacking power, and were absolutely explosive. Therefore, the total sum of more than two hundred new spells derived from the Matrix this time was also equipped with violent characteristics and exceptionally strong attacking power.

A Fourth-level spell was a qualitative improvement from a Third-level spell. Its power would be increased by multitudes, and it would also be much stronger in every aspect. A Fourth-level spell could also fuse with the second stage of a Pandora Demon Ability as well.

Merlin had a concern now. If he were to derive new Fourth-level spells using the Matrix, could he still cultivate his previous Pandora Demon Abilities up to the second stage?

That was Merlin's concern, but now he had no way of testing it either. He could only wait until he became a Third-level Spell Caster in the future. Nonetheless, he could still experiment by constructing a Fourth-level spell.

Still, even if he could not integrate Pandora Demon Abilities, Merlin could not give up the Fourth-level spells which were derived either. After all, constructing a new spell that would suit oneself best was the highest goal of all Spell Casters. Before becoming a Great Wizard, Spell Models were of vital importance. As for self-derived spells, one need not worry about their stability and compatibility as they were surely the most suited spells for that particular Spell Caster.

In the deep stone-cold staircase, Merlin felt a surge of turbulent emotions. Perhaps, even he himself did not realize what it meant to be able to derive and construct a new spell while still at the stage of a Fourth-level Spell Caster.

Even in the most glorious era of Spell Casters, those who could independently derive and construct new spells while at the stage of a Fourth-level Spell Caster level were the most outstanding, freakish, and genius Spell Casters. Moreover, their ultimate achievements later in life were almost impossible to imagine.

Numerous thoughts flashed across Merlin's mind. However, a ray of bright light slowly emerged in front of him. He had reached the end of the stone staircase. Merlin hurriedly shut down the Matrix. He still lacked the ability to construct Fourth-level spells, so he could only temporarily store those derived Fire-type Fourth-level spells in the Matrix.

"Swish swish."

Both Merlin and Wizard Fosse emerged from the stone staircase. The eighth prince had been waiting outside the stone staircase all along. When Merlin came out, a smile etched on the eighth prince's face as he quickly came to greet him. He asked softly, "Wizard Merlin, how is it? Did you find anything useful in the royal family's Spell Library?"

Merlin had already calmed the excitement in his heart earlier. Thus, he replied in a calm manner, "The royal family's Spell Library has a rich heritage indeed. The number of spells inside is beyond imagination. Plus, there's a myriad of varieties. It has definitely exceeded what the Dark Magic Region has to offer."

"What Dark Magic Region? Our royal family's Spell Library could even rival those of the large spell casters' organizations!"

Wizard Fosse, who was standing beside them said in a dissatisfied attitude when he heard Merlin comparing the royal family's Spell Library with that of the Dark Magic Region.

Merlin did not mind. He only shrugged it off with a smile. Although Wizard Fosse's words were very rude, it was the truth. The Dark Magic Region, which was high up and beyond grasp in the eyes of roaming Wizards, was merely a small spell casters' organization.

Even the most powerful Spell Caster in the Dark Magic Region was only a Ninth-level Spell Caster. Meanwhile, in the Blackmoon royal family, any random Spell Caster who was tasked to guard the Spell Library had turned out to be a Ninth-level Spell Caster. There was really no place for comparison between the two.

The eighth prince quickly diffused the matter by saying, "Wizard Fosse, you can't put it that way. When the Dark Magic Region was at their prime back at the time, they were actual contenders to those large spell casters' organizations."

Hearing what the eighth prince said, Wizard Fosse did not continue to argue. Merlin knew this period in history. Indeed, the Dark Magic Region had their golden days. During their most glorious time, they had indeed shown quality to compete and was comparable to large spell casters' organizations. They had Great Wizards who personally served there, and they produced endless high-tier Spell Casters too.

Still, that was a matter of centuries ago. At that time, Great Wizard Fidel, the founder of the Dark Magic Region was still around. It was the reason why they had such power.

The eighth prince did not ask Merlin what spells he chose in the Spell Library either. Everyone needed some secrets, and the eighth prince knew this too well. He too had some personal experiences at "concealing information".

Just as Merlin was ready to depart with the eighth prince, he was stopped by Wizard Fosse.

Wizard Fosse took out a contract paper from his ring and said coldly, "Sign this contract. You shall never pass the spells in the royal family's Spell Library to others!"

Wizard Fosse had long been ready. Although he had broken the vow once because of the promise to the queen consort by letting Merlin enter the Spell Library, his duty was to guard the royal Spell Library after all. The main purpose was to prevent the spells from spreading to the outside world.

Members of the royal family would naturally not need to sign a contract. Such individuals like the eighth prince had already passed many royal spells to the people outside. This time, Merlin played a very important role in the big battle against the fourth prince. In fact, Perfect Armor, a spell which was a vital gamechanger in the battle, was actually a spell that belonged to the royal family. Yet, it was passed to Merlin by the eighth prince.

Nevertheless, when Merlin had entered the Spell Library, he had more or less memorized some spells. Wizard Fosse would naturally not take another risk and let Merlin pass the spell outside. Hence, he had to sign a contract.

Fortunately, Merlin had already agreed to sign a contract before entering the Spell Library, so there was no hesitation on his part. It was only a procedure to make sure that he would not spread the royal spells to the outside world. He had used the Matrix to integrate the data of many royal spells and had derived numerous new spells, but those were not subjected to any restrictions.

Those brand-new spells could be handled by Merlin in any way he wanted. It was until a point where with the integration of the Matrix, Merlin could continue getting all kinds of new spells limitlessly. By that time, Merlin would no longer be in any need to worry about spells in his quest of turning the Wilson clan into a powerful Spell Caster clan.

The inheritance of spells was not exactly that simple. It was the most basic form of inheritance for a spell casters' organization. Like Sterling House, even though they had a Great Wizard at their service for almost a century already, they still had not collected as many spells. The incomplete collection of spells also became an obstacle which prevented them from becoming a spell casters' organization. They could only painstakingly keep themselves running by relying on Great Wizard Sterling, with his own fame and influence as their only source of support.

Merlin had the Matrix and more than thirty-thousand spells from the Blackmoon royal family's Spell Library. By processing them through data integration, endless new spells of various types could be derived. These would come in an enormous number and there would be a complete array too. Almost single-handedly, Merlin had possessed a heritage of spells which was almost similar to that of a large spell casters' organization.

As long as adequate time was given, it would not be a problem at all for the Wilson clan to slowly expand and develop to greater heights. At that time, they could even become like those scarcely-seen top Spell Caster clans, where the strength and heritage of one Spell Caster clan alone could rival those powerful spell casters' organizations.

Before long, Merlin signed the contract with Wizard Fosse. A trace of Merlin's Magic Power was deposited into the contract paper too. The contract would now effectively exert its constraining effect on Merlin.

"Alright, eighth prince, you can all leave now! Please go back and tell the queen consort that Fosse is grateful for her help, but Fosse is now the guardian Wizard of the Spell Library, and he no longer owes anyone any promises!"

Wizard Fosse's tone was disrespectful. With a flap of his robe sleeve, he vanished mysteriously. The stone-cold staircase disappeared along with him, leaving only the two vivid black bronze statues on the ground.

The eighth prince took a deep breath. A complex expression flashed in his eyes. This time, he had used up a promise from Wizard Fosse, which could be considered as a huge price.

"Wizard Merlin, let's leave as well."

Subsequently, the eighth prince brought Merlin with him and quickly left the Palace.