A Wizard’s Secret

Translator: J_Squared Editor: J_Squared

Tirath came with his men in great force. There were originally two hundred heavy armored knights at Wilson Castle but they were brought away by Prat. Other than the heavy armored knights, there were still some normal knights around but Merlin brought dozens of them away to the territory as well.

Thus, Wilson Castle’s defense was almost at zero now. Only a few servants and knights were left. They could not stop Tirath at all.

“Kill them.”

Tirath looked at the old castle, his gaze full of killing intent. He led hundreds of knights and crashed into Wilson Castle. Without saying a word, he raised his sword and slashed it on the guards and servants in the castle.

A moment later, the smell of blood filled the air. Even Macy and others who were in the hall could smell the thick bloody stench.

Macy’s expression was sullen while Gutt was ashen. He murmured lowly, “I didn’t imagine Tirath to be so ruthless. This is eliminating the Wilson family!”

“Young Lady Macy, Young Master Gutt, come with me quickly otherwise, Tirath will find us,” the butler said in a deep voice. Now that Wilson Castle had no defending forces, if they did not hide now, they were only waiting to be killed by Tirath.

So, the butler brought Gutt, Macy, and Big-breasted Madam directly into Old Wilson’s room and quickly triggered the switch.

“V-room.”

An oval-shaped passage appeared in the room.

“Go in quickly. This is the basement built by Sir Baron when he took military fortress as a reference. Hiding in there is very safe. Tirath won’t be able to find this in a while,” the butler pressed on.

Macy was a little curious. She had lived for many years in Wilson Castle but she did not know there was such a secretive basement in it.

Gutt went into the passage first, followed by Macy, Big-breasted Madam, and the butler. After all of them had entered the passage, the butler lightly closed the entrance.

Wilson Castle had almost become a living hell. Blood was everywhere. Up to hundreds of servants had fallen under the swords of knights led by Tirath.

Tirath walked into the hall to see no one was in there.

“Search for me. Merlin’s not in the castle but Macy surely is!” Tirath ordered his subordinates when Macy was not in sight. He knew immediately she had hidden.

Thus, the knights carefully searched Wilson Castle.

Merlin woke up from his sleep. He pulled the curtain open slightly and found the sky was already bright. There was a moist feeling in the air. Without him noticing, it was already morning.

“Moss, where are we now?” Merlin asked Moss.

Moss turned his head around lightly. He looked rather pale and his eyes were puffy red. He seemed extremely exhausted. Moss had followed the knight’s unit, rushing through the night. Of course, he was exhausted now.

“Young Master Merlin, we’ll probably reach Blackwater City in an hour,” Moss said softly.

“In an hour?” Merlin frowned slightly. Today was the day the castellan had gathered all the nobles. If they were a step ahead of him and controlled the whole situation in Blackwater City, that would not end in a good way.

Merlin was more worried about the safety in Wilson Castle.

However, this was already their greatest speed. There was no use in getting anxious now. Merlin then stayed quietly in the carriage and checked the changes in his Awareness.

The Frost he had simulated in his Awareness yesterday had accumulated enough Ice Element after one night. According to Merlin’s estimation, he could continuously cast three Frosts now.

“Three times. It’s more than enough!”

Merlin understood clearly the effect of Frost. It was not an attack spell but simply a binding spell. It did not need to be cast for many times as long as its binding force was great enough.

In terms of attack, he still needed to rely on Fireball. Meanwhile, after months of preparation, the Magic Power in Fireball had increased tremendously. He could cast Fireball for near twenty times without stopping.

Moreover, he still had the Bell Pendant with him that could release eighteen Large Fireballs. This was also Merlin’s most reliable trump card that he would not use easily.

In addition, after one night’s rest, his Mind Power was basically recovered as well. Merlin was at his best condition right now.

“I hope Macy is alright…” Merlin murmured softly. Under his calm gaze, a hint of sharpness flashed by.

An hour later, he could already see the tall wall of Blackwater City. Looking from afar, there were archers gathered all over the walls while the city gate remained tightly closed.

“Not good. The church has moved!”

Old Wilson waved his hand. The darting knight’s unit immediately halted. His stare was set upon Blackwater City silently. The gate which was supposed to be open by now remained close.

The city gate would be closed only during an emergency. Some changes must have occurred in Blackwater City by now.

Old Wilson raised his head to look at the people on the wall. Looking at their clothes, they should be from the City Defense Troop.

“Sir Baron, what should we do?”

General Prat also came to Old Wilson’s side, staring at the closed gate. He seemed clueless as to what they should do as well.

“We’re still one step late…”

Old Wilson shook his head helplessly. His original thought was to return to Blackwater City before the church had made its move. Maybe the gate had not been closed at that moment.

However, he was still one step late after all. The gate had been controlled by the church.

Old Wilson held his fist tight. His eyes were red and he was unsatisfied! However, the gate had been closed. If they did not have a large machine to attack the city, they could not break through the city gate at all.

‘Unless there’s a strong Spell Caster to blast the gate open with a spell!’ Old Wilson jumped at the thought. He suddenly recalled the strong Spell Casters from the Kingdom of Blackmoon back in the “Slaughterhouse” where a terrifying spell fell upon them. Even the strongest fortress could be blast off in an instant, not to mention this gate.

“Quick, get Merlin.” Old Wilson immediately remembered Merlin who was a Spell Caster.

Soon, Prat brought Merlin to Old Wilson’s side. Old Wilson pointed to the gate and said in a low voice, “Merlin, can you blast the gate open? If you can’t, then we can’t enter the city and we can only retreat to our territory. I’m afraid Macy and the others will be in danger then…”

Old Wilson stared at Merlin with anticipation.

Merlin squinted his eyes and observed for a while. Then, he nodded lightly and said in a calm tone, “Let me try.”

Merlin did not have full confidence that he could blast this sturdy gate open.