Chapter 535: It's the One
Gathering all that gold and silver wouldn't take much time at all. After all, everyone had a spatial magic device—just pack a portion and you could haul away the loot. Ten minutes, tops.
But the young mage's attitude was unusually resolute, almost beyond question...
At this moment, Larn Merlin's face grew grim, but he still couldn't let go. He uttered in a faint voice, "Archmage Leon, look... this... there's so much wealth here. Surely we should take some back..."
After speaking, Larn Merlin glanced at Thorne Merlin for help—just a look, but it conveyed a wealth of meaning.
"Well... Archmage Leon, it really wouldn't take much time. I think Larn has a point—why not just take it all? After all, this could greatly help our Merlin Family's development..." Thorne Merlin obviously couldn't ignore that massive fortune. Even if his personal desire for money was modest, as the commander of the Planar Legion, he knew full well that such wealth could raise the Blazeforge Realm's legion several levels. Every member, from head to toe, could be re-equipped with far stronger gear.
He found it a bit unbelievable. The young mage seemed shrewd enough, and judging by his actions in attacking Specter Valley, it wasn't as if he didn't care about the Merlin Family.
So why was the young mage now so decisive in giving up this fortune?
Something about this just wasn't right...
Wait a minute...
Suddenly, he remembered the young mage’s purpose for coming to this plane—somewhere here, there was something the young mage needed.
Could it be that the young mage simply couldn’t wait any longer, and that’s why he made such a decision?
“Heh... Let’s just leave,” Lin Yun said, as if he hadn’t heard the others’ objections at all. With just a few words, he didn’t spare another glance at the gold and silver treasures. After speaking, he turned away without hesitation, leaving only his back to the crowd.
“Well... fine then...” Thorne Merlin gritted his teeth. Having dealt with the young mage for months, he knew that beneath that seemingly easygoing exterior was an unyielding will—once a decision was made, it was rarely changed. But leaving now didn’t mean missing out on the treasure. Once the young mage got what he came for, they could always return and take the gold and silver loot.
“Let’s go...” Edgar Merlin and Uriel Merlin exchanged glances. Though they couldn’t fathom why the young mage made such a puzzling choice, they had always been unwavering in their support for him. This time was no exception—they asked nothing more and quickly followed after him.
“You... You’re all lunatics!”
The group quickly walked a dozen meters away, leaving only Larn Merlin behind. His body trembled violently, his face twisted with agitation, and at last he spat out a curse.
After all, all this gold and silver was found because he’d accidentally discovered the broken sword. If he brought this fortune back, he’d surely be credited with a great achievement.
Maybe the ancestral grounds would even reward him...
But now, with a single decision from the young mage, all of it slipped through his fingers.
He was truly unwilling to accept this...
In his heart, he couldn’t help but feel an even deeper resentment toward the young mage. This was just too much, downright unreasonable—how could someone like this exist in the world!
Of course, these thoughts only dared to echo in his mind. He didn’t have the courage to say them to the young mage’s face.
Just then, as his inner rant ended, the young mage—who was a dozen meters away—stopped in his tracks, then suddenly turned to look at Larn Merlin.
The young mage’s face was expressionless; he didn’t say a word.
But that single glance was enough to send a chill down Larn Merlin’s spine. Only then did he realize just how reckless his behavior had been...
He had actually called someone who could suppress him in an instant and seal his magic—a terrifying existence—a madman...
Was he courting death?
At this thought, cold sweat broke out on Larn Merlin’s forehead. He stared nervously at the young mage, his heart pounding wildly.
Then he saw the young mage smile at him and utter a few simple words: “Tell me, Lord Larn, are you coming or not?”