Chapter 574: Truly Wronged
This really left him a bit depressed. Mark Watson, that guy, wasn’t just a young genius—he’d reached Title Archmage before the age of thirty-five, and his background was terrifying. Not only did he have a Level Seven Title Archmage as a mentor, but now he had an even stronger grandfather.
However, for Leon, it was nothing more than a bit of trouble...
"My grandson, Cyrus, isn’t someone just anyone can bully. Matthew Merlin, since you already know Mark is my grandson, you should realize you’re in a dangerous position. Don’t think being a commander will save you—even if Orren Merlin from your ancestral grounds steps in, I’ll still kill you without hesitation..." Cyrus Watson sneered, his entire body radiating an utterly terrifying magical aura. "Of course, young people make mistakes, and that’s not unforgivable. I’ll give you one chance: abolish your magic core right now and stay in the Merlin Family for the rest of your life. Never step outside again, or you’ll die all the same."
After saying this, Cyrus Watson just stood there, quietly waiting.
In his view, his meaning was already clear enough...
Matthew Merlin had only two choices: either be killed immediately, or abolish his magic core and become an ordinary person—living out his days in regret.
It wasn’t that he was generous. As a mage, he knew perfectly well how painful it was for one’s magic core to be destroyed. For a mage, that was a fate worse than death.
No matter which path Matthew Merlin chose, Cyrus could vent his anger thoroughly.
At this moment, Cyrus Watson probably hadn’t noticed that Anthus and Reid Watson, standing behind him, were drenched in sweat, their faces tense with anxiety.
That young mage called Matthew Merlin might not be all that strong himself, but his trump cards were terrifying—everyone here had experienced them firsthand. First, there was a Frost Dragon at level thirty-eight, and then an Alchemical Golem powerful enough to rival an eighth-level Title Archmage...
Their recent ordeal felt like a nightmare...
Especially for Reid Watson—half a month ago, at the Merlin Family camp, he was besieged by both the Frost Dragon and the Alchemical Golem. He nearly lost his life there, and a string of infuriating events followed.
So, when his disciple Mark questioned why he hadn’t taught Matthew Merlin a lesson, he had to grit his teeth and say, "For now, we can’t deal with Matthew Merlin..."
Was that really the truth...?
No, no, no—it wasn’t that they couldn’t deal with him for now; it was that they couldn’t deal with him at all!
Originally, he’d planned to warn Mark not to provoke that young mage again, but then he suddenly realized Mark had grown distant. He still hadn’t found an opportunity to tell Mark what really happened that day.
Looking at it now, it’s too late to say anything. Mark’s grandfather, Lord Cyrus, is a key member of the Ancestral Parliament and has spoiled Mark since childhood—he can’t bear to see Mark suffer even a little.
As expected...
Once he heard Mark had been injured at the Merlin Family camp, he immediately came looking for trouble with the young mage.
Of course, he hated Matthew Merlin to death, but the guy’s trump cards were just too terrifying—a Frost Dragon and an Alchemical Golem that could only be crafted by a Worldshaper at the very peak.
Under these circumstances, for Cyrus Watson to come looking for trouble with the young mage was basically asking for death. Even if you added another eighth-level Title Archmage, it was still uncertain whether they could even injure Matthew Merlin.
Let alone when it’s just Cyrus Watson alone...
If it came down to a fight, Reid Watson was sure Cyrus Watson would be the one to suffer!
Besides, this would bring huge trouble to the Watson Family. The clue about the scepter is extremely important for their staff, and even if they only got a third of the profits in the Three Great Families’ cooperation, it would still give the Watson Family a massive boost...
But if Cyrus Watson completely enraged the young mage and the Watson Family got kicked out of the cooperation, the loss would be catastrophic...
Yet just as Reid Watson was having these thoughts, he suddenly heard the young mage’s voice.
"Heh, Lord Cyrus, may I ask..." Leon looked at Cyrus Watson with a thick layer of sarcasm on his face, "Are you even awake right now?"
It’s over...
This time, it’s really over...
The moment he heard the young mage’s voice, Reid Watson’s heart skipped a beat; cold sweat broke out all over him, beads rolling down his forehead, but he couldn’t spare a hand to wipe them away.
There was nothing he could do—the young mage’s words would undoubtedly ignite Cyrus Watson’s fury.
So...
A fight was inevitable...
Once they started, Cyrus Watson’s fate was almost sealed—he’d lose, and lose badly.
What now... What should I do...
Reid Watson was frantic. Just then, he felt a surge of truly terrifying arcane resonance spreading everywhere. His face went stiff, and he looked at Cyrus Watson in horror.
Don’t fight—whatever you do, don’t fight!
"Lord Cyrus... Lord Cyrus, let’s talk this out. Don’t be so hasty—there must be some misunderstanding here. Once we clear things up, it’ll be fine..." Reid Watson had no choice but to wipe his sweaty forehead and try to persuade him.
"Reid, what are you saying...?" In an instant, Cyrus Watson turned to Reid Watson, face full of rage and eyes icy cold. "Heh, I never expected this, Reid. No matter what, you’re still Mark’s teacher. You just watched Mark get bullied and didn’t stand up for him, and now you even dare to speak for Matthew Merlin. You’ve really got some nerve."
At this moment, Cyrus Watson was just as disgusted with Reid Watson. Back when he was busy with ancestral affairs and couldn’t personally guide Mark, he’d had no choice but to entrust his beloved grandson to Reid Watson...
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At that time, Reid Watson was just a member of the ancestral grounds, not yet in the parliament. Because Reid Watson had devoted himself to teaching his grandson, Cyrus had used his influence during a council election to nominate Reid, ensuring he became a councilor.
But now, Reid Watson had disappointed him deeply...
"Uh... Lord Cyrus, please... please let me explain..." Feeling Cyrus Watson’s icy stare, Reid Watson shivered and instinctively bowed his head.
I’m really being wronged here...
It wasn’t about speaking up for Matthew Merlin—it was about stopping you from rushing to your death...
Right now, Reid Watson felt helpless. He knew that only by telling Lord Cyrus about the Frost Dragon and Alchemical Golem could he possibly avoid this fight.
Otherwise, with Lord Cyrus’s explosive temper, even if the young mage hadn’t seriously injured Mark Watson beforehand, just that provocative exchange would be enough to make him erupt.
"Enough, Reid. I don’t want to hear any of your explanations..." Cyrus Watson waved impatiently, shooting Reid Watson a cold, disgusted look—he was thoroughly disappointed in him now...
Yet after saying that, Cyrus Watson didn’t attack; instead, the frenzied arcane resonance gradually faded away...
In fact, by now, he’d already calmed down...
It wasn’t Reid Watson’s persuasion that worked—there was another reason. This was the real reason he’d left the ancestral grounds and come to the Horn of Plenty...
As a key member of the Watson Family’s Ancestral Parliament, Cyrus naturally had access to the family’s deepest secrets. He even knew the Watson Family’s ancestry could be traced back to the end of the Nesser Dynasty. After the founding of the Third Dynasty, their staff flourished and the family remained prominent to this day.
Such an ancient family had a heritage far beyond ordinary factions. The ancestral grounds held countless precious records, but one stood out most—a collection of invaluable information about the Primordial Deities. Since the Third Dynasty, the Watson Family had researched these records, hoping to find clues about the ancient gods and demons...
Recently, an elder who’d lived nearly a thousand years found Cyrus Watson and showed him that secret record. When Cyrus saw it, he was utterly stunned—there was something about the Primordial Deities.
Through generations of effort, the Watson Family finally deciphered some key clues, uncovering vital information. One name kept appearing: Constantine. All signs pointed to this ancient Primordial Deity having been gravely wounded, falling in the Blazeforge Realm, and his body sinking into the Howling River.
In fact, centuries ago, the Watson Family had already deciphered these clues and valued the contest for the Blazeforge Realm highly. Over the years, they’d captured four fortresses, steadily advancing toward the Howling River. Over a hundred years ago, the ancestral grounds sent a group of elites to secretly explore the riverbank, but they found no trace of the Primordial Deity’s corpse. This left the top members of the Ancestral Parliament bitterly disappointed—they’d nearly given up the search...
But just a few days ago, news came from the Horn of Plenty: a spatial rift had appeared at the end of the Howling River. The councilors who knew the secret immediately thought of the Primordial Deity’s corpse. Maybe those clues from the records were real after all...
So, after a round of deliberation, the Ancestral Parliament decided to send Cyrus Watson here.
Thinking of this, Cyrus Watson frowned and looked toward the black-robed mage not far away. He knew that man wasn’t a stranger—he was from the Black Tower Sanctuary, named Archmage Felton. Long ago, Felton had reached the rank of eighth-level Title Archmage and might be Cyrus’s biggest rival this time.