In the next few days, Old Grimm came every day.
While Lin Li was constantly making up for his lack of actual combat experience, the chaos in Jarrosus City continued.
The results of the battle that day made Gerian in a good mood. He dug a few bottles of Awakening Potion from Lin Li as a reward, and the target of the reward was the group of mages who had burned down the two merchant ships.
Under the stimulation of these bottles of Awakening Potion, the crowd was even more enthusiastic. Almost every day before dawn, a group of mages would leave the Emerald Tower and head straight for the various properties of the Merlin Family in the city.
Unfortunately, because of the devastating blow that day, the Merlin Family had completely shrunk.
Dozens of Magic Shooters and more than a hundred mages searched around Jarrosus City like hounds. In the end, they only found a few abandoned properties and a few members of the Merlin Family who were blind and dared to come out at such a sensitive time.
Under the threat of this terrifying force, the forces in Jarrosus City were even more miserable. They lived in fear every day, fearing that one of their subordinates would be blind and run off to provoke the people from the Guild of Magic. Now that this group of bastards was completely bloodthirsty, whoever provoked them would be like poking a hornet's nest. This was a group of real bandits, rude and unreasonable.
Especially those from the six underground forces. Except for Old Odin who had always had a good relationship with the Guild of Magic, which of the other five underground forces was not afraid? When the Guild of Magic was in dire straits, they had done many things to add insult to injury. Although they were not as arrogant as the Merlin Family to the extent of directly interfering with the affairs of the other guild, the wicked things that they had done behind the scenes had long been remembered by the mages.
These days, the leaders of the major forces were really praying every day. They had never been so devout. They only hoped that the madness of the Guild of Magic would end soon, or that the Merlin Family would be destroyed quickly. Otherwise, if this continued, they would be driven to madness.
Almost everyone was cursing. In addition to cursing the Guild of Magic as a group of bandits, they were also cursing the Merlin Family as a group of cowards.
Among them, the one who scolded the most fiercely was still Aaron Matsis of the Blood Brotherhood. He really couldn't stand it anymore. Because he had cooperated with the Merlin Family to run a few casinos, it directly caused the people from the Guild of Magic to smash the casinos whenever they saw them, regardless of whether they cooperated with the Merlin Family or not.
Aaron Matsis felt that he had been wronged. The bastard Merlin Family had provoked the Guild of Magic, but he was inexplicably injured. Within a week, more than a dozen casinos controlled by the Blood Brotherhood had been smashed. Aaron Matsis' heart ached at the thought of it, and he couldn't help but curse. "F * ck your mother, Merlin Family. Your whole family are turtles. You can hide and be carefree, but my casinos have been smashed. If you have the guts, hide for the rest of your life. Watch how that old bastard Gerian smashes your turtle shells …"
Aaron Matsis's words were blood and tears. He was just short of spitting on the Merlin Family's face, but there was still no news from within the Merlin Family.
This kind of forbearance made all the forces in Jarrosus feel ridiculous. The Guild of Magic's current degree of arrogance was like someone stepping on your head and peeing on your face. Even so, the Merlin Family could still continue to tolerate it. This was simply the legendary tortoise that could endure a hundred times!
Even within the Merlin Family, probably only a few confidants, such as Evan, knew that the reason why Old Merlin continued to endure was to wait for the duel a few days later.
All the problems would no longer be problems after Cromwell killed Felic.
The Guild of Magic seemed to be arrogant, but in fact, without that young mage, they were nothing at all. So what if it was Gerian? Old Merlin was also an Archmage. The battle in front of the Emerald Tower had long proved that the two's strength was equal.
If coupled with the few pieces of equipment hidden in the family, Old Merlin even had the confidence to defeat the strongest mage in Jarrosus.
Only Old Merlin, who had personally experienced that battle, knew how terrifying that young pharmacist was. Just a bottle of blue potion had turned all his efforts into nothing. It was as if he had been suddenly slapped in the face when victory was in his grasp. What made Old Merlin feel the most despair was that after Gerian recovered his mana, he even took out an extra bottle as a backup …
The feeling of despair at that time was still engraved in Old Merlin's heart.
It was from then on that he knew that to destroy the Guild of Magic, he had to kill that pharmacist first.
So, Old Merlin had been enduring. Even when the two merchant ships on the canal were burned, he did not stand up to say a word. Because he knew that the opportunity he had been waiting for was about to arrive …
Old Merlin had always been full of confidence about the upcoming duel.
Because his only son, Cromwell, had broken through to level-thirteen this morning!
The breakthrough this time finally made the guilt-ridden Old Merlin feel a trace of relief. Level-Thirteen was a height that most mages could not reach even after a lifetime of hard work.
Although this height was exchanged for a lifetime of no further improvement …
Looking at the confident Cromwell, Old Merlin's eyes were filled with guilt.
"Cromwell, how are you feeling now?"
"Very good, Father." There was a hint of madness in Cromwell's confident eyes. The impact of the Water Curtain in the Emerald Tower had always been engraved in his mind. For Cromwell, it was a lifetime of shame. He clearly remembered that he had no resistance at all in front of that mage called Felic, and was thrown out of the Emerald Tower like a piece of trash.
So, when Old Merlin asked him if he would like to carry out the family's secret ritual after his return, Cromwell agreed without hesitation.
He knew that once he carried out the ritual, he would exhaust all his potential, and he would not be able to advance any further in this life.
But Cromwell knew that it would bring him great power, so great that he could easily kill that Felic.
During the ritual, Cromwell was constantly imagining that when he appeared with great power, would there be a look of fear in the eyes of that annoying mage? It was just like the way he looked at him when he was lying on the steps of the Emerald Tower …
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