540 I Do Now (1/2)

But he waited for four days with no answer from Harren...

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Weiss had been anxious at the time, it had been an important clue related to the Raging Flame Emperor. The scepter was most likely hidden on the other side of the tear, and once they obtained it, the benefits for the Black Tower would speak for themselves. But there were only two High Rank Archmages in the camp, Suval and him. To be safe, two more people should be sent over.

And so he waited and waited, but Harren's answer had yet to come. On the 4th night, Weiss could no longer wait. He was about to re-contact Harren to transmit the news again, but before he got the chance, a figure suddenly rushed into the Black Tower's camp.

Weiss was instantly stunned when he saw that person, simply in disbelief. It was actually Falton from the Holy Land!

'How come Sir Falton came…' He had thought at the moment.

This thought was followed by countless doubts in Weiss' heart. This Falton had stayed in the Holy Land for three hundred years, usually even Harren wouldn't have the authority to make him to move, Falton would only listen to the orders of the Holy Land.

This meant that Harren hadn't been the one dispatching Falton, but the Black Tower's Holy Land...

All along, the Holy Land had always remained an independent existence and would hardly show an interest in the Black Tower's matters. The last time they intervened was three hundred years ago, when they dispatched Falton.

'Could it be because of Norrick's scepter?'

'I doesn't seem right…'

'How could the Holy Land make a move for a scepter whose existence had yet to be confirmed and send Sir Falton, an 8th Rank Archmage?'

'There might be another important matter…'

Weiss, as a Representative of the Black Tower, would regularly go to the Holy Land, naturally, he had met Falton several times and thus recognized him.

At this time, Weiss also understood why Harren hadn't answered for the past four days, it turned out that the Holy Land was getting involved.

”Oh, so it is Sir Falton…” Lin Yun nodded with a smile and scratched his cheek as he silently checked out the mage named Falton.

In fact, Lin Yun had already realized some things...

After cooperating a few times with the Black Tower, Lin Yun had gained a rough understanding of their Council of Seven, at least he knew their names, but he was certain that there was absolutely no Falton in the Council of Seven.

Moreover, when Weiss introduced him, he displayed a respectful expression, allowing Lin Yun to 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 and had heard from Oren that every major force had a place similar to their Ancestral Land.

This was why Lin Yun was so certain of his own conjecture.

It also meant that Falton might not be there for the scepter and might know some secrets most people could never hope to come in contact with.

This was quite serious...

There was a good chance it might be related to Ancient God Constance.

But, it didn't matter even if Falton knew. To the current Lin Yun, an 8th Rank Archmage wasn't an issue. Reina's strength was comparable, so was the puppet when holding the Doom Staff, with Lin Yun added to the lot, even if there were two 8th Rank Archmage powerhouses, he wouldn't be afraid of the consequences.

But just as Lin Yun and Weiss discussed, a pair of insidious eyes firmly stared at Lin Yun.

The owner of that deadly gaze was Mark Watson.

Mark was currently clenching his fists, his eyes spouting fire. The humiliation from a month ago was still vivid in his mind. Moreover, that damned Mafa Merlin made a Beastman seriously injure him and drag him on the ground through the entire camp, for about two entire kilometers. Mark could clearly remember the mocking gazes of the Merlins along the way, almost driving him crazy. In the end, he was thrown out of the camp by that hateful Beastman.

Mark's way in the Watson Family always had a smooth sailing, so how could he bear with this humiliation, this was more painful than killing him. After all, he was known as the young Archmage of the Watson Family, he was the center of attention wherever he set foot.

He pledged to kill Mafa Merlin and that Beastman...

He hadn't hesitated and beseached his teacher Rhett, who always spoiled him, to make Mafa Merlin pay the price...

At that time, Mark finally found some comfort.

But...

Ten days, fifteen days, twenty days passed. Such a long time went by but that damned Mafa Merlin had yet to pay the price. Mark once again went to find his teacher, but his answer had been that Mafa Merlin couldn't be touched for the time being...