Chapter 824: The Envoy
Lars Watson walked through Inferno Fortress with his head held high, his eyes flickering with disbelief.
Damn, what happened here? Why do all these Merlin Family people look like they've taken the wrong potion? Did they all drink Berserker Elixir or something?
Wait, isn't that Greg Merlin? Wasn't this guy just a Ninth-Rank Archmage last month? How did he suddenly break through to First-Rank Title Archmage?
This guy's been stuck at Ninth-Rank Archmage for what, over twenty years? How did he break through?
And those few others—last month, they weren’t this strong, but now they’ve all leveled up?
Suspicion flickered in Lars Watson’s eyes, but deep down he still felt a bit of contempt. Look at this place: Inferno Fortress is mostly packed with Archmages, barely any Magi, and it seems all the Title Archmages have perished. So what if Greg Merlin broke through to First-Rank Title Archmage?
Their overall strength is still weak. Aside from Archmage Leon and a few of his retainers, the Merlin Family is pathetically fragile. Their commander, Thorne Merlin, is just a Fifth-Rank Sword Saint. I have no idea what the Merlin Family is thinking—so weak, yet they still want a share of the profits in the Blazeforge Realm…
What a bunch of losers. But besides Archmage Leon, there’s Glynn Watson, who’s a Six-Rank Title Archmage from the ancestral lands, and even he was crippled by Archmage Leon in a single blow. Lord Cyrus didn’t even stand up for Glynn Watson.
When Lord Cyrus scolded Lord Glynn afterward, the whole fortress could practically hear it. They say he spat so much, Glynn could’ve washed his face with it.
That massive battleship was piloted back by Archmage Leon himself—terrifying, isn't it? I heard that in just a few minutes, it wiped out all the Blazeforge Orcs of the Fireblade Tribe.
Glynn Watson really is a fool. Before Cyrus Watson left, he specifically reminded me: the chief of the Fireblade Tribe, Hobart, was personally slain by Archmage Leon. And Hobart was an eighth-rank titled Magus.
Still, they say Archmage Leon only returned to the Merlin Family later on, and his relationship with them isn’t all that great. Even here in the Blazeforge Realm, people don’t seem to respect him much.
What a bunch of idiots...
Lars Watson followed his guide and suddenly saw, atop a large tent, an orc sprawled out asleep, snoring thunderously, his body radiating a palpable sense of danger.
That must be Lord Leon’s retainer, Shuban, right? Terrifying. I heard he’s only been with Archmage Leon for just over a year, and he’s gone from a dumb orc to a powerful fourth-rank Sword Saint. Judging by that aura, he’s stronger than any fifth-rank Sword Saint I’ve ever met.
It’s frightening, really. I heard there’s even a fearsome Frost Dragon following Archmage Leon now.
Too bad I’m from the Watson Family—Lord Leon would never take a liking to me. If not for that, I’d shamelessly try to follow him too...
"We’re here. Wait here for a bit—Lord Leon is in the middle of an important alchemy experiment. It’ll be a while before he comes out."
A voice snapped Lars out of his daydreams. He came to his senses and nodded arrogantly.
Watching the Merlin Family member’s retreating back, a trace of disdain flickered in Lars’s eyes. Aside from Archmage Leon, there’s not a single person in the Merlin Family worth a second glance.
Hmph, if you ask me, the whole Merlin Family is just a bunch of cowardly fools. They only dragged Archmage Leon back because they wanted to bask in his strength.
Lars sat in the empty reception hall, not in any hurry. Word is, Lord Leon isn’t just a master craftsman—no, he’s already broken through to Creator. Waiting for a Creator isn’t shameful; plenty of people would kill for the chance.
A dozen minutes later, Lin Yun glanced at the solution in his beaker, watching it change, and nodded in satisfaction.
"Alright, let it sit for another half hour, then I can move on to the next step. I should go meet the Watson Family first."
Lin Yun glanced at his messy hair and filthy clothes but didn’t care. Time was tight—no point wasting it. He tidied up a little and headed for the reception hall.
He pushed open the doors to the reception hall and was immediately greeted by a sharp rebuke.
"Hmph, who let you in here!"
Lars glared coldly at the young man who’d rushed in. His clothes were filthy, his hair unkempt—clearly in the wrong room. No manners at all; didn’t even bother to knock before entering.
The Merlin Family’s main branch is really losing its touch. No wonder they’re all useless. In this entire Flame Demon Fortress, only Archmage Leon—who came back later—can be called a real powerhouse.