A Wizard’s Secret

“So tired!”

The young girl Shelly was waving a huge sword that was not compatible with her figure. She waved her sword at full power each time, so beads of sweat appeared on Shelly’s fair skin even on such a chilly winter day.

After she was tired, Shelly put down her sword and took the hot towel from the maid. She wiped away her sweat lightly, then went beside Merlin.

“After such a long time, you don’t move at all. Are all Spell Casters this way?”

Shelly opened her eyes and stared curiously at Merlin. From the time she started practicing her sword, at least three to four hours had gone by. Merlin had sat there on the chair, eyes slightly squinting and unmoving. He made Shelly extremely curious about him.

Merlin opened his eyes slightly. In fact, he was meditating earlier but he could still sense his surroundings.

He had already stayed in Count Selin’s castle for a few days. Today was the revenge day Merilung spoke of in his letter. It was also the day Count Selin had ordered to eliminate all members of the Nelson family in the past.

Merlin had naturally heightened his alert, so even in his meditation state, he still took note of his surroundings. No one could be sure how Merilung had planned to take his revenge.

“Young Lady Shelly, I also have a sister who’s almost your age.”

Merlin did not directly answer Shelly’s question. Instead, he mentioned Macy.

“Oh? Your sister grew up in the Kingdom of Light since she was young. Does she practice sword like I do?”

Shelly was interested as expected and immediately asked about it. In these few days, Shelly had taken a liking to Merlin and always wanted him to talk about the interesting stories in the Kingdom of Light.

Interesting stories from a foreign country were always attractive to a young girl like Shelly.

Merlin nodded and smiled. “That’s right. Macy is the same as you. She practices the sword since she was young. At that time, she learned from an Elemental Swordsman of the Church…”

Merlin did not know much about Macy’s stuff. However, any “interesting thing” about Macy could bring excitement to Shelly, especially when he mentioned that Macy had scolded “Anson” very badly once. Shelly’s eyes gleamed with excitement when she heard that.

“Wizard Merlin, is Macy in Prakash City? She must be incredible. She dares to hit your friend. I don’t dare to hit my brother’s friend…”

Shelly stuck out her tongue and seemed to be impressed about Macy’s “bold moves”.

Merlin shook his head slightly and said, “Macy is still not an Elemental Swordsman.”

Maybe it was her aptitude or something was wrong with her mentality. Macy had not truly become an Elemental Swordsman until now. On the other hand, Shelly, albeit naïve and young, was already a First-level Elemental Swordsman!

Since she had not experienced any cruel battle, Shelly’s sword technique still appeared naïve.

“Not an Elemental Swordsman, huh… Maybe it’s her cultivation method. My brother is a true prodigy. He’s already a Fifth-level Swordsman now! He had killed a strong Icelandic Wolf by himself before. I practice with my brother. That’s how I have become a First-level Elemental Swordsman so quickly!”

When Shelly mentioned Cook, she was brimming with pride. It was obvious that she looked up to Cook greatly.

“General Cook? He’s very strong indeed!”

Merlin also nodded. During his journey from the Kingdom of Light to the Kingdom of Blackmoon, he had met many strong Elemental Swordsmen. However, Cook was the strongest of all by far.

Fifth-level Elemental Swordsman was truly strong! The Aura Cook gave out unintentionally had always given a dangerous feeling to Merlin. Even if Cook was not a Spell Caster, Merlin would not underestimate him.

“Wizard Merlin, I heard you’re a strong Spell Caster. Even though I have seen one myself, but I don’t know how strong you guys are. Are you as strong as my brother?” Shelly tilted her head and asked in giggles.

Merlin was a little speechless and did not answer. Shelly continued to say, “Surely, Brother is stronger. You haven’t seen him fight. He’s too strong! This Merilung wants to hurt Father in the castle. Brother won’t let him go easily, so I’m not afraid!”

Shelly was confident about Cook and indeed seemed unafraid at all.

After Shelly saw Merlin had fallen silent, she thought he was no fun and went back to practicing her sword again. Merlin placed his gaze at another side of the hall. The mysterious black-robed old man was not moving. Just like a statue, he sat crossed-legged on the floor.

Merin still thought that the old man was full of mystery. His Mind Power had reached a high level, even comparable to a First-level or a Second-level Spell Caster.

However, having such strong Mind Power, the black-robed old man still maintained his Mind Power on a stable foundation, almost the same as Merlin’s Mind Power so it seemed odd to Merlin.

Merlin stood up and approached the old man.

The black-robed old man sensed Merlin coming toward him and opened his eyes.

“Wizard Hill, how high of a chance do you think Count Selin can deal with Merilung?” Merlin asked calmly.

The black-robed old man took a glance outside of the castle, his gaze distant. He said with a shadow of a smile, “Count Selin has let General Cook make proper arrangement. More than ten Fourth-level Elemental Swordsmen and strong crossbow arrows. Hehe. So well prepared. What does Wizard Merlin worry about?”

“Well prepared?”

Merlin snorted. Only a Spell Caster could truly understand another fellow Spell Caster. How could Merilung not know about the situation?

“Merilung belongs to Abyss Fort. If he brings some strong casting tools, Wizard Hill, I’m sure you understand as well how strong a Spell Caster with casting tool is. What effect can these arrangements of General Cook bring at that time?” Merlin said as he sneered.

He thought of Wizard Jason back then. With just a Spell Scroll, he forced Merlin to give his all. Merlin even had to use Bell Pendant to finally defeat Wizard Jason in the end.

If Merilung had strong casting tools with him, then Cook’s arrangement in the castle would probably simply become a decoration.

The black-robed old man looked at Merlin, impressed. He nodded and reached out his dried-out hands. He pointed at Merlin, then said in a calm tone, “This is why the Count has invited us. To deal with a Spell Caster, a Spell Caster is needed to do the job!”

A hint of ferocity flashed across the old man’s distant gaze.

Merlin felt a small weight in his heart. It seemed both Count Selin and the black-robed old man knew that Cook’s arrangement could not stop Merilung.

The true trump card was this black-robed old man who seemed to be weighed down with age!