"Cough, cough …"
Arthus, who was lying on the ground, kept coughing up blood. He had been seriously injured, but he had reverted to his human form. His body was covered in wounds of all sizes, and blood kept flowing out. He was in an extremely sorry state.
'Damnit, it's over …'
It was very difficult for him to even budge. If this continued, only death would await him.
But after ten seconds, Arthus discovered that the person holding the magic staff wasn't approaching him, nor was he attacking again.
But at this time, Lin Yun, who was in his living quarters, had already used his Magic Array to capture the scene of the Heaven Puppet dealing with Arthus. A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. 'Fortunately, the Heaven Puppet only activated its defenses …'
In fact, a few days ago, Lin Yun had already noticed a very powerful Sword Saint lingering near the camp. He naturally recognized him. That Sword Saint was the one who had disguised himself as a Demon to attack the camp. He should be someone from the Watson Family.
This kind of continuous harassment had long since made Lin Yun lose his patience.
Although the other side was a powerful High Rank Sword Saint, it wasn't much to the current Lin Yun. The Doom Staff in his hands had just advanced, and the Heaven Puppet's energy system had been repaired. They were both comparable to 7th Rank Archmages, not to mention the Heaven Puppet with the Doom Staff.
Even if the enemy was an 8th Rank Archmage, it would be able to resist for a while.
Killing a 7th Rank Sword Saint would be a piece of cake.
But Lin Yun carefully thought about it and ultimately gave up on the idea of killing that 7th Rank Sword Saint, because it wasn't worth it. After all, Lin Yun still needed the power of the Watson Family to explore the end of the Wailing River.
After a while, Lin Yun once again flipped through the papers on the refining table, carefully skimming through the four pictures to see if he had missed anything. Over half an hour later, footsteps could be heard outside the living quarters, and a silhouette hurriedly entered.
"Sir Lahn, what's the matter?" Lin Yun put down the paper in his hand and turned to look at Merlin Lahn who was walking into the barracks.
"High Mage Merlin, someone wants to see you, he calls himself Rhett Watson …"
"Reid Watson? I don't know … "Lin Yun looked at Lahn and slowly shook his head. In the entire Watson Family, besides a few people, he didn't know anyone.
"But … But …" Lahn Merlin had an awkward expression. He could naturally see that the young mage didn't want to see Rhett.
"But what?"
"Rhett Watson claims to be a Representative of the Watson Family's Ancestral Land, it doesn't seem fake …"
"Representative of the Watson Family's Ancestral Land?" Lin Yun narrowed his eyes, a pensive look on his face. Perhaps the successive actions of the Watson Family were related to this Representative. Lin Yun nodded, "Then quickly invite Sir Rhett over …"
"Alright …"
Lahn Merlin left the barracks and returned ten minutes later. A skinny old man with grizzled hair walked into the barracks with Lahn Merlin. He was wearing a simple gray robe and was holding a magic staff emitting terrifying fluctuations.
"You are Mafa Merlin?" Rhett casually found a place to sit down and looked left and right. After a minute, his eyes fell on Lin Yun. His voice was very calm and his face was expressionless.
But his heart wasn't calm at this time.
He vaguely remembered that half an hour ago, Arthus had staggered back to the barracks while covered in blood. His appearance was truly miserable and made Rhett's scalp tingle. That was an esteemed 7th Rank Sword Saint …
Such a person could be considered at the peak of the entire Andalusia.
Arthus had stayed in the Watson Family for over two hundred years. His mission was very special, he was in charge of protecting the Patriarch. During that time, Arthus had been injured no more than ten times.
But in a short ten days after coming to the Horn of Fertility, he had been seriously injured twice in a row. It was hardly an exaggeration to say that to be able to injure Arthus to that extent, it had to be at least an 8th Rank powerhouse.
More importantly, both of Arthus' injuries were related to the Merlin Family.
The first time was a mysterious Frost Dragon, and this time, he learned from Arthus that it was a humanoid puppet.
According to Arthus, he had originally thought that it was a person, but its casting ability was simply too frightening. It completely ignored spell exhaustion and casting time, and after careful observation, he found out that it was a humanoid puppet.
After hearing this, Rhett couldn't help being stunned. The Frost Dragon from ten days ago could be explained as passing by, but what about that puppet?
The Merlin Family's influence in the Horn of Fertility wasn't as simple as he had imagined.
A puppet comparable to an 8th Rank Archmage could only be described as frightening. At the same time, Rhett was puzzled. How could the Merlin Family have such a frightening puppet?
Rhett wasn't a layman who knew nothing about alchemy.
On the contrary, he had already become a Master Alchemist a few decades ago, and he had extremely high attainments in the field of puppeteering. He naturally knew what a puppet comparable to an 8th Rank Archmage meant.
For a Master Alchemist like him, regardless of time and materials, the puppet he crafted wouldn't surpass level 35. Only an Artisan could craft a puppet that could reach level 35, but level 38 or 39 wasn't something an ordinary Artisan could accomplish.
In Rhett's eyes, the creator of the puppet that injured Arthus was inevitably a powerful Artisan close to the peak of the Artisan realm.
Someone close to the peak of the Artisan realm …
Let alone the Kingdom of Andalusia, there might only be a handful of alchemists at that level in all of Noscent. Even Heaven Rank powerhouses would have to lower their noble heads in front of them.
But the Merlin Family had a puppet that could only be crafted by an alchemist close to the peak of the Artisan realm.
That was a little unimaginable …
What was certain was that the Merlin Family definitely didn't have an Artisan.
"Haha, I am the Mafa Merlin you are looking for …" Lin Yun nodded with a smile before frowning. "Sir Rhett, may I ask why you were looking for me?"
"Mafa Merlin, you shouldn't have forgotten what you did, right?" Rhett sneered, a haze covering his face. "Ten days ago, my disciple Mark came to your Merlin Family's camp and was seriously injured. Mafa Merlin, how do you think this matter should be handled?"
"How about I give you a suggestion? Compensate our Watson Family with a third of your Merlin Family's land in the Horn of Fertility and we won't pursue this matter any further. If you choose to refuse, haha …" Rhett was emitting a cold aura as he said this.
He was truly unscrupulous now.
Even if the Merlin Family really had a powerful puppet in their camp, so what? He came as a Representative of the Watson Family's Ancestral Land. If he rashly made a move against him, it would inevitably affect the cooperation between the two forces in the Raging Flame Plane. The exploration of the ruins left behind by the Merlin Family's ancestor might even be left unsettled.
As a Representative of the Watson Family's Ancestral Land, Rhett naturally knew these secrets that ordinary people couldn't come into contact with.
Thus, he didn't have any misgivings.
"Haha, Sir Rhett, I have to say, your suggestion is quite good." Lin Yun forced a smile and scratched his cheek, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. "But I choose to refuse."
Lin Yun was truly angry.
Nothing could be done about it, the Watson Family was truly shameless to the extreme.
The cause of this matter was Mark deliberately targeting the Merlin Family. Not only did he frame the resource collection team, but he also killed two of their members and seriously injured most of them. He then ran to the Merlin Family's camp and recklessly demanded compensation. In the end, Xiuban taught Mark a small lesson.
Shouldn't the Watson Family be in the wrong in this matter? After killing two members of the Merlin Family, Mark was only punished by being taught a lesson. Lin Yun felt that he was being lenient enough.
But the Watson Family didn't realize this and kept making small moves. They sent a 7th Rank Sword Saint to disguise himself as a Demon to attack the Merlin Family's camp.
Lin Yun chose to turn a blind eye once again and only taught that Sword Saint a small lesson.
But now, the self-proclaimed Representative of the Watson Family's Ancestral Land, Rhett Watson, came to the camp and made a big fuss about Mark's injury, proposing compensation for the land.
To be honest, Lin Yun really wanted to ask if that person had woken up or not …
"What … What did you say?"
At first, Rhett had a smile on his face as he felt that this matter was progressing unexpectedly smoothly. But as he listened, he realized that something was wrong. The young mage refused …
Rhett's expression suddenly froze. After no less than ten seconds, he let out a deep roar and tightly gripped his magic staff. The mana in the surroundings frantically surged, but he ultimately restrained himself. "Mafa Merlin, I hope that you can think clearly before answering my question. Young people shouldn't act impulsively. First of all, you have to know the nature of this matter. My disciple Mark is the most outstanding youth of our Watson Family's Ancestral Land. Your Merlin Family seriously injured Mark, which will inevitably affect his magic path. If your Merlin Family doesn't give any compensation, how could that be justified?"
Lin Yun took a deep look at Rhett and softly shook his head before saying with a smile, "According to Sir Rhett, I think your Watson Family should also compensate the Merlin Family for their losses. If you are willing to compensate, then I'll agree to give a third of the Horn of Fertility to the Watson Family."
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