Chapter 49: Too Weak
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Inside Wilson Castle, as the door to the basement entrance opened, Maysha immediately swung her greatsword with all her strength at the figure outside.
The greatsword was fast, but the other party was even faster, instantly grabbing Maysha’s wrist.
“Maysha, it’s me!”
The familiar voice and familiar figure made Maysha freeze for a moment. Behind her, however, the chubby Gutt cried out in exaggerated delight, “Merlin? Haha! I didn’t expect it to be you. If you hadn’t come, we’d probably be done for... By the way, where’s Tilafa?”
Gutt looked around but didn’t see any trace of Tilafa, which puzzled him. He had seen Tilafa charge into the castle with hundreds of knights.
“Gutt, why are you here too?”
Merlin looked at the chubby Gutt and showed a slightly puzzled expression.
The steward quickly stepped forward and explained, “Young Master Merlin, we owe much to Young Master Gutt. If he hadn’t taken the risk to warn us of the danger, we might not have survived.”
Merlin now took a good look at Gutt and then solemnly said, “Gutt, I’m truly grateful that you helped Maysha at such a crucial time.”
Coming to Wilson Castle at such a time to deliver a warning was incredibly risky—if discovered, the entire Doglan family could have been implicated.
Gutt kept rubbing his hands and shook his head quickly with an embarrassed smile. “It’s really nothing. You’re my friend—of course I’d help. Though in the end, I didn’t manage to help much...”
Even now, Gutt was still feeling a lingering fear. Not only had he failed to help, he’d nearly gotten himself killed.
At this moment, Maysha also came back to her senses. She looked Merlin up and down and, seeing that he was unharmed, finally breathed a sigh of relief and quietly asked, “Merlin, did you come back with Father? Where is he?”
Merlin answered truthfully, “Father went to the City Lord’s Mansion. I came with Uncle Platt, and when we saw no signs of you among the bodies in the castle, we guessed you must be in the basement.”
Just then, footsteps sounded outside, and Commander Platt rushed in urgently. “Young Master Merlin, the enemies in the castle have been cleared out. Only a few knights escaped. This place may not be safe—let’s head to the gate to await the Baron.”
Platt was covered in blood. His once shining silver armor was now stained with dried blood, and he reeked of the battlefield—so much so that it struck fear into the hearts of those nearby.
“Uh... Merlin, did Tilafa get away?”
“Ha! No way Tilafa escaped. He was captured by Young Master Merlin, and I personally dealt the final blow!”
A cruel smile crossed Platt’s face, making it obvious he had subjected Tilafa to torture before killing him.
“Merlin captured him?”
Gutt looked at Merlin strangely. Only now did he notice the confident gleam that now lingered in Merlin’s eyes.
“Let’s move out and meet up with Father at the gate!”
Merlin didn’t want to explain any further and led everyone out of Wilson Castle.
However, just as they entered the main hall, Meixue, Gute, and the others saw corpses all over the floor. The thick stench of blood made Meixue’s face turn pale. The chubby boy could still endure it, but when he saw Tilafa's corpse, he could no longer bear it and vomited in terror.
Tilafa’s body lay on the ground, his face nearly contorted. Anyone could tell from a glance the horrifying torture he had suffered before death.
Merlin glanced at Pra, who only chuckled and showed no sign of discomfort. Having followed Old Wilson during the “slaughterhouse” days, he had seen scenes a hundred times more brutal than this.
Merlin and the others didn’t stay any longer and left the castle directly. Outside, many knights were already waiting.
Merlin glanced around and found that only a little more than sixty knights remained. Although they had the upper hand against Tilafa thanks to his spells, nearly forty knights were still lost.
At that thought, Merlin couldn’t help but feel worried about Old Wilson. The lord’s mansion had far stronger defenses. Thousands of city guard knights were stationed around it, and even though Old Wilson’s heavy cavalry was powerful, they would likely suffer heavy losses.
“Quick, to the city gate!”
Merlin immediately led the remaining knights and hurried toward the city gate.
After putting Meixue, the busty madam, and the butler into a carriage, Merlin turned to Pra and said, “Uncle Pra, stay here to protect Meixue and the madam. I’m worried about Father’s situation, so I must head to the lord’s mansion.”
Pra hesitated for a moment. Considering Merlin’s identity as a spellcaster, his safety should be assured, so he nodded and said, “Don’t worry, Young Master Merlin. I will protect the young lady and the madam!”
Merlin wasn’t good at riding, so he called over a knight to take him to the lord’s mansion. Just as he was about to leave, Meixue poked her head out of the carriage and said anxiously, “Merlin, what use is it for you to go? Father is protected by heavy cavalry. He’ll be fine. You’ll only cause trouble.”
“Cause trouble?”
Merlin gave Meixue a strange look and then realized she and the others still didn’t know he was a spellcaster. He smiled faintly and casually pointed toward the city gate.
“Boom.”
A fireball slammed into the already-damaged gate, burning a large hole in it.
Ignoring Meixue and the others’ stunned expressions, Merlin let the knight take him galloping toward the lord’s mansion.
“This...”
Meixue and Gute stared dumbfounded at the gaping hole in the thick city gate, speechless for a long time.
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At the lord’s mansion, Old Wilson took step after step toward Ogdin. The immense aura he radiated pressed down like a massive boulder on everyone present.
“Pressure from aura... You’re almost a level-three Elemental Swordsman, aren’t you?”
Sensing the formless pressure, Ogdin smiled bitterly. Only Elemental Swordsmen of level three or above could comprehend “momentum” and use elemental momentum to suppress their enemies.
“Wilson! So what if you came back today? The Church replacing the royal family is the inevitable trend. You’ve only come to die! Ogdin, don’t hold back. We are both level-two Elemental Swordsmen—why should we fear him?”
Baron Wengulite swiftly drew his greatsword, and his whole body radiated an earthy yellow glow. This was the glow of earth elements—he was a level-two Earth Swordsman.
Earth Swordsmen focused heavily on defense. Even most level-three Elemental Swordsmen would have to spend great effort and time to defeat one.
Therefore, Baron Wengulite was not afraid of Old Wilson. He gripped his sword with both hands and stood in his way.
Old Wilson was surrounded by flames. When he saw Baron Wengulite, a trace of mockery flashed in his eyes.
“Flame s***h!”
Old Wilson attacked—one straightforward s***h, coming down from above, with no embellishments. Baron Wengulite was fully prepared, and the earthy yellow glow covering him had reached its peak.
“Bang!”
Baron Wengulite stared at Old Wilson in disbelief. With just one strike, Old Wilson sent him flying and crashing heavily to the ground.
No chance to resist! After decades of rivalry with Old Wilson, this was the first time Baron Wengulite felt such deep despair.
“You’re too weak… Wengulite, you’re not worthy to be my opponent!”
Old Wilson merely gave the fallen Baron Wengulite a cold glance, then ignored him and turned his gaze to the city lord.
Ogdin was the one he truly came to face!
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