Chapter 29: An Unexpected Gain
Translator: J_Squared Editor: J_Squared
“Whatever I want to?”
Merlin’s eyes narrowed slightly as they swept across Gia’s ample bosom unscrupulously.
“Yes, I’ll follow you by your side from now on. You can do whatever you want to.”
A smile broke out on Gia face as she spoke in a charming and fascinating manner.
“Too bad, you’re already of no use…”
Merlin’s slightly narrowed eyes revealed a cold glint of his intention to kill.
Swoosh.
A cl.u.s.ter of fireball immediately shot out from Merlin’s hand and brutally crashed into Gia’s chest. Instantly, a b.l.o.o.d.y hole was burnt through on her voluptuous chest; the flesh that had been charred black sharply contrasted the pale white skin of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
Gia’s eyes opened up, big and wide, as though she was finding it somewhat difficult to believe.
After Gia had been killed, Merlin once again walked to the corpse of the bearded man. After fumbling about with the body, Merlin found a few pieces of paper which were slightly yellowish from the body of the bearded man.
“En? Is this… a Spell Model?”
Merlin was rather stunned. He had not imagined that he would be able to find a Spell Model from the bearded man’s body, something that only Spell Casters could use. However, this was not the time to carefully look at what the Spell Model was in particular. He still needed to deal with it quickly here first.
Thus, Merlin dragged out those few corpses and piled them up in the yard before releasing a fireball. Eventually, these four corpses were quickly burnt in the fiery blaze, becoming deformed. No one could recognize who they had been.
Following that, Merlin simply dug a hole in the yard and buried the ashes that had been produced after the four corpses had been burnt.
After he had handled all that, Merlin left the yard immediately.
Hoo…
Merlin had just walked out from the yard when a chilly wind hit him, as though there was still a faint scent of blood. He turned his head once more to glance at the yard; after tonight, there would not be any smell of blood anymore, basically. As long as no one went in and looked carefully, no one would be able to see the bloodshed that had happened here.
Going against the cold wind, Merlin wrapped his clothes around him and walked along the street corners with a calm expression on his face.
Merlin returned once more to the small building. Seeing that Moss was still sitting inside the carriage, he went forward and called out softly, “Moss, send me home.”
Moss gave Merlin a glance of suspicion, but he did not ask any questions. Driving the carriage quickly, they went back to Wilson Castle again.
***
In the room, Merlin sat on a high, wooden stool. The dim, yellow candlelight flickered unceasingly, as Merlin closed his eyes. He was still reflecting on today’s fight and kills.
This was his first time killing people, both in his past and present lives, and he had killed four! However, Merlin had not felt uneasy at all while he had been killing them. Instead, he had felt very calm.
“That courtyard was the secret headquarters of Gia and the others, so definitely no one knows about it. They’d even refrained from communicating with the other people in Blackwater City to maintain their secrecy. That’s a good thing for me. At least no one will notice it.”
Merlin carefully thought about the possible dangers that this incident might bring. If there was any danger, he was afraid that it would be because Gia and the rest still had companions out there. However, the probability of this was very small. They would definitely have gathered their strongest forces to face a Spell Caster.
After pondering for a while, Merlin stopped thinking about it. He took out the yellowish pieces of paper that he had found on the bearded man’s corpse. Surprisingly, there was a Spell Model on them.
Merlin had not looked at them carefully while he had been getting rid of the corpses, so he was not sure what kind of Spell this was.
Merlin pushed the candle lightly and put the yellowish papers under the candlelight, carefully looking through them.
“Frost, an Ice-type Zero-level spell.”
There was a burst of glee in Merlin’s heart; this was a Zero-level spell, and coincidentally, also a binding Spell he had been dreaming of.
Merlin already had the Spell Model for a Whirlwind. It was the second type of Zero-level spell recorded in old man Etha’s Spell Manual; back then, the old man Etha had also cultivated the Whirlwind.
Nevertheless, the Whirlwind and the Fireball were the same; both of them were offensive spells. After a.n.a.lyzing, Merlin had come to the conclusion that this Whirlwind was actually not a Spell that was the most suitable for him.
He already had the Fireball, and its power was immense. What he urgently required was a support type or a Binding spell.
Now, he had obtained a Binding spell by accident, which coincidentally matched the usage of a Fireball. The combative effect would definitely be excellent.
As a Fire Swordsman, the bearded man had kept on him the Spell Model of Spell Casters. This was very strange in itself. However, thinking about how the bearded man seemed to be mysteriously hostile towards Spell Casters, Merlin could make a vague guess.
The bearded man must have also wanted to be a Spell Caster. Perhaps it was because of the fact that his Mind Power was too weak, he was unable to become a Spell Caster. Therefore, although he had the Spell Model of a Frost, there was nothing he could do with them.
Therefore, as time pa.s.sed, the bearded man had nurtured an animosity toward Spell Casters.
The bearded man possessed a Spell Model but had been unable to cultivate it. Now, that had become an advantage for Merlin.
“Mind Power’s still somewhat insufficient and unable to support two Spell Models. Looks like I’ll have to wait a while before I can cultivate the Frost.”
Merlin frowned. There was some resentment in his heart.
Although he was already cultivating the Mind Meditation Method, the growth of his Mind Power could only take place after a long period of time. It would take days and months for it to acc.u.mulate and grow. Merlin was unable to support a second Spell Model with the standard of Mind Power that he currently possessed.
“Looks like I have to spend some time meditating.”
Merlin’s Mind Power had now become his shortcoming. Because he owned The Matrix, all Spell Model construction problems that plagued every Spell Caster were not a bother at all to Merlin. What he lacked was a tremendous amount of Mind Power that would be able to support even more Spell Models.
***
On the second day, Merlin sat in Moss’ carriage. He got Moss to drive the carriage on the streets, making a huge round; in actual fact, he was observing the courtyard where the bearded man and the others had lived in.
Just as Merlin had expected, there was no more scent of blood outside the yard now, and there were not many people in the area. To maintain their secrecy, the bearded man and the others kept minimal contact with the people around them. Therefore, even if they were to disappear for a year or so, it would not attract much attention.
Merlin let out a soft sigh of relief. The best ending to that would be for him not to be discovered.
However, there was still Gia. Her appearance was unusual in itself, therefore it had been very easy for her to attract attention. Moreover, she was the etiquette cla.s.s teacher. Some suspicions would definitely arise if she were to disappear.
Therefore, Merlin attended etiquette cla.s.ses over the next few days to understand the reactions of the people regarding Gia’s disappearance, so that he could prepare himself to take countermeasures at any time.
***
The landmark building of Blackwater City was indisputably the Castellan’s Mansion.
The Castellan’s Mansion was encircled by great city walls. There was a castle inside with conical roofs. In front of the castle were even more knights of the City Defense Troop walking to and fro; it was difficult for Normies to even get close to the Castellan’s Mansion.
Suddenly, a troop of knights who were charging ahead quickly appeared not far away from the Castellan’s Mansion. By the looks of the attires on this troop of knights, they were vastly different from the knights of the City Defense Troop.
It was only until this troop of knights had come close that they could gradually be seen more clearly; there were twenty or so men in this troop of knights, counted from both the front and the back. They seemed to be escorting a carriage in the middle.
Escorting the carriage, these knights closed in on the Castellan’s Mansion at high speed.