But after waiting for four days, there was no reply from Sir Hören.
'How could this be?'
Weiss became anxious. That was an important clue related to Raging Flame Emperor Norrick's scepter. That scepter was most likely hidden behind the spatial tear. The benefits to the Black Tower would be self-evident if they obtained that scepter. And now, there were only two High Rank Archmages in the camp, Weiss and Suval. To be on the safe side, he had to send two more Representative.
He waited for a long time, but Sir Hören didn't reply. On the fourth night, Weiss finally couldn't wait any longer and prepared to send another message to Sir Hören. But before he could send the message, someone suddenly rushed into the Black Tower's camp.
Weiss was stunned when he saw that person. He couldn't believe it. It was actually Sir Falton from the Holy Land!
'How could Sir Falton come …'
Then, countless doubts appeared in Weiss' mind. That Sir Falton had been staying in the Holy Land for three hundred years and had only come out once. Normally, even Sir Hören didn't have the authority to order Sir Falton around. Sir Falton only listened to the Holy Land.
This meant that the one who sent Sir Falton wasn't Sir Hören, but rather the Black Tower's Holy Land.
The Holy Land had always been an independent existence and rarely asked about the Black Tower's matters. The most recent time was three hundred years ago when the Gaugass Battlemages left the Black Tower and sent Sir Falton.
'Could it be because of Norrick's scepter?
That doesn't seem right … '
'How could the Holy Land send Sir Falton, an 8th Rank Archmage, just for a scepter whose existence isn't certain?
'There seems to be something even more important …'
As a Representative of the Black Tower, Weiss would enter the Holy Land every once in a while. He had naturally seen Falton a few times, so he recognized him with a glance.
At this time, Weiss finally understood why Sir Hören hadn't replied for four days. It turned out that the Holy Land had interfered in this matter …
"Oh, turns out it's Sir Falton …" Lin Yun nodded with a smile. He scratched his cheek and glanced at that mage called Falton a few times before remaining silent.
In fact, Lin Yun had already realized something at this time.
After working closely with the Black Tower several times, Lin Yun had a general understanding of the Black Tower's Council of Seven. At the very least, he could remember the names of the seven people by heart. However, he was certain that there was no such person as Falton in the Council of Seven.
Coupled with the reverent expression on Weiss' face when he introduced Falton, Lin Yun could easily guess that this 8th Rank Archmage most likely came from a place similar to the Merlin Family's Ancestral Land. Before leaving for the Raging Flame Plane, Lin Yun had come in contact with the secrets of the Merlin Family's Ancestral Land. Auron had personally said that most of the major forces of Okland had a place similar to the Ancestral Land.
That was why Lin Yun was so sure …
This meant that Falton might not have come for the scepter. He seemed to know some secrets that ordinary people couldn't come into contact with …
That was a little too much …
It might be related to the Ancient God Constance …
But it didn't matter even if Falton knew. To the current Lin Yun, an 8th Rank Archmage powerhouse wasn't too troublesome. Just the Frost Dragon Reina at his side had the power of an 8th Rank Archmage. With the Heaven Puppet holding the Doom Staff and his own power, even if two 8th Rank Archmages came, Lin Yun wouldn't be afraid.
But, as Lin Yun and Weiss were talking, a pair of sinister eyes from the Watson Family's side were staring at Lin Yun.
That person was Mark Watson …
Mark Watson was clenching his fists, his eyes almost spitting fire. The humiliation he had suffered over a month ago was still vivid in his mind. That damned Mafa Merlin not only let a Beastman injure him, but he was also dragged across the entire camp. That was close to two kilometers. He vaguely remembered that the Merlin Family's Planar Legion had been looking at him with ridiculing gazes. At that time, he had almost gone crazy, and he had been thrown out of the camp by that hateful Beastman.
Mark, who had lived a smooth life in the Watson Family's Ancestral Land since childhood, had never suffered such humiliation. This was more painful than death. After all, he was known as the youngest Archmage of the Watson Family. No matter where he went, he would be the center of attention.
He swore to kill Mafa Merlin and the Beastman.
He didn't even think about it before looking for his teacher, Rhett, who spoiled him. His teacher promised to make Mafa Merlin pay the price on the spot.
At this time, Mark's heart was finally comforted.
But …
Ten days … Fifteen days … Twenty days … After such a long time, that damned Mafa Merlin still hadn't paid the price. Mark once again looked for Rhett, but the answer he got was that he couldn't make a move against Mafa Merlin for the time being.
Hearing this answer, Mark suddenly exploded. He didn't even say anything before turning to leave Rhett's living quarters, losing all feelings for his teacher.
'Is he still my teacher?
He didn't even help me deal with such a small matter and even found an excuse.
'Damnit, isn't it just Mafa Merlin? A 6th Rank High Mage that can't even compare to me? With Rhett's frightening power as a 7th Rank Archmage, he can sneak into the Merlin Family's camp and bring Mafa Merlin out.'
From that point on, Mark didn't look for Rhett. He had already given up on getting Rhett to help him get revenge. He was looking for an opportunity to ruthlessly retaliate against Mafa Merlin.
But a few days ago, he suddenly received news that his grandfather had suddenly come to the Horn of Fertility.
This news was like a dream to Mark.
His grandfather wasn't someone Rhett could compare to.
His grandfather was also a member of the Ancestral Land's Council.
But his grandfather's influence in the Ancestral Land was a lot stronger than Rhett's. His grandfather's authority in the council was second only to that old man who had lived for close to a millennium. As for his strength, he had already reached the peak of the 7th Rank a hundred years ago and was infinitely close to the 8th Rank. His grandfather had even fought against an 8th Rank Archmage a few decades ago and didn't lose.
From this, it could be seen how frightening his grandfather's strength was.
After learning that his grandfather had come to the Horn of Fertility, Mark was pleasantly surprised. He had been thinking about how to retaliate against Mafa Merlin, but he wasn't nervous at all.
His grandfather, who usually doted on him, coming to the Horn of Fertility meant that he could casually crush Mafa Merlin to death.
But while he was happy, Mark was still a bit puzzled. His grandfather rarely left the Ancestral Land. Ever since he could remember, his grandfather had never left the Ancestral Land. Something was fishy this time.
But this doubt was quickly washed away by joy.
He had been looking for a suitable opportunity to tell his grandfather about what had happened to him.
This was undoubtedly the best opportunity.
"Mark, what's wrong …" At this time, an old man standing next to Mark noticed Mark's abnormality and immediately showed an amiable expression.
If one looked carefully, they would discover that the old man's face was somewhat similar to Mark Watson's.
But this thin old man was wearing a grey robe with gold and silver patterns on his sleeves, and the aura he emitted was many times stronger than Mark's.
"Grandfather, that person, it's that person, he … He …" Mark didn't hesitate. With a gloomy expression, he pointed at Lin Yun and recounted everything that had happened. In the end, he even shed tears of excitement. "Grandfather, that damned Mafa Merlin is openly provoking our Watson Family. My injuries are a small matter …"
As he listened, Zeuss' amiable expression gradually froze. His face was filled with anger, and undisguised killing intent burst out of his muddy eyes. "He will die miserably …"
After saying that, Zeuss took Mark and walked in the direction of Lin Yun's group. Arthus and Rhett happened to hear the conversation between the grandfather and grandson, and they were scared to the point of breaking out in cold sweat as they hastily followed them.
"Mafa Merlin!"
Zeuss quickly arrived at Lin Yun's side with a gloomy expression. Intense killing intent locked onto Lin Yun as he sneered. "Do you know that Mark is my grandson?"
Zeuss was also inwardly sneering. Sure enough, it was just as Mark had said, Mafa Merlin was only a 6th Rank High Mage. In his eyes, he didn't even have the qualifications to be cannon fodder.
'Such a 6th Rank High Mage actually dared to use his power to seriously injure my most beloved grandson, Mark. Doesn't he know that doing so will make me angry?'
It didn't matter if he didn't know, he would let him know how terrifying his wrath was.
"Oh?"
Lin Yun indifferently glanced at Zeuss. Whether it was his voice or his expression, they were both very calm. He then nodded. "I didn't know before, but I do now …"
Lin Yun also knew that trouble was coming.
In fact, while chatting with Weiss, he had already noticed that there was one more powerhouse on the Watson Family's side. His body was emitting an extremely frightening aura that could compare to that of an 8th Rank Archmage.
Before Mark's grandfather rushed over, Lin Yun had been secretly guessing that the Watson Family's Ancestral Land might know some secrets that ordinary people couldn't come into contact with. Otherwise, why would they send such a powerful old man?
What made Lin Yun not know whether to laugh or cry was that this powerful old man was actually Mark's grandfather.
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