Merlin kept the ring well. With the black-robed old man's affirmation, Merlin had properly put his heart at rest.

It was only that even with the Dark Magic Region's token, Merlin still did not know the exact location of the Dark Magic Region. He still had to ask the old man.

"Wizard Hill, do you know where the Dark Magic Region is?"

The black-robed old man recalled his memory carefully. After a long while, he raised his head and said without much certainty, "Although many know about these Spell Caster organizations, no one knew their exact location. I only heard about it from other Spell Casters that the Dark Magic Region is in the Kurdish Mountains. It's just that that mountain is huge. It goes as long as a thousand miles. It's hard to find it. Maybe the token you have can provide some help."

"Kurdish Mountains, huh," Merlin carefully muttered the words, then engraved this location deeply in his mind. After he went back, he would find a map and pinpoint the exact direction of that place.

"Wizard Hill."

Merlin raised his head and said to the black-robed old man in a serious manner, "If I join the Dark Magic Region, I'll definitely take note of the potion that can stabilize Spell Model."

The black-robed old man flashed a smile and said, "Hehe. Thanks to Wizard Merlin's words, maybe an old man like me can live a few years more…"

The old man was naturally very satisfied that Merlin would make such a promise. His situation was only temporarily stabilized now. Without caution, the Spell Models would immediately fall apart.

Thus, if he wanted to be sure and completely stabilized his Spell Models, he still had to rely on other miraculous potions. If Merlin joined the Dark Magic Region, this would probably be the old man's only hope.

Merlin left the black-robed old man's place and got into Moss' carriage. He thought for a while and initially wanted to check on Prat and Charise's matter. However, after giving some thoughts, he returned to Wilson Castle and waited for their news. He believed that Prat could deal with this matter properly.

"Sir Baron, Commander Prat is back."

Merlin had already instructed the butler to report to him once Prat was back.

When he came downstairs, other than Prat, Merlin saw Charise, Benin, and the Third-level Elemental Swordsman, Commander Mance in the hall.

"Baron Merlin!"

Benin and Commander Mance hurriedly bowed politely to Merlin. It was hard to imagine that these two had looked down upon Merlin a month ago. Now, they had to bow in front of Merlin.

Merlin nodded without much emotion. It seemed that Benin's flaunting attitude had toned down a lot after experiencing numerous obstacles. He was no longer self-centered, having that insolent attitude as if he was still a prince.

"Uncle Prat, did Baron Warren cause you trouble?" Merlin looked at Prat and asked.

Prat chuckled. "Hehe. How does Warren dare to cause us trouble? As soon as I said that we're Sir Baron's knights, Baron Warren immediately retreated. He also said that he'll come to the castle himself and ask for Sir Baron's forgiveness in a few days."

After saying that, Prat wore a disdainful look. In his opinion, it was rare to see how despicable an aristocrat like Baron Warren could be.

Merlin, in fact, understood Baron Warren's thought. Although Baron Warren and Merlin had the title of a baron, their social status was totally different. Merlin was the person Count Selin thought most highly of. He was also the mysterious yet strong Spell Caster. Even for those powerful viscounts, they would not dare to treat Merlin rudely. How could Baron Warren be an exception?

The Nelson family was a great example. In the whole Prakash City, one word from Count Selin was enough to eliminate a family with a long history. Baron Warren was not so stupid as to publicly fight a person Count Selin regarded as important.

"Smart people can always live longer…"

A smile crawled onto Merlin's face. Since Baron Warren was so "cooperative", Merlin had no need to cause him trouble at all.

"Butler, make appropriate arrangements for Benin and Commander Mance's Firebird Legion."

Merlin left the arrangements for Benin and Firebird Legion to the butler. Following that, he went back to his room upstairs with Charise.

Benin stared at Merlin's back and bit his lips tightly. A complicated expression crawled onto his face.

"Young Master Benin, please follow me."

Upon hearing the butler's call, Benin was obviously stunned. He just seemed to recall that he was no longer the honorable prince…

Merlin moved his body slightly and leaned to the side of the bed. On his left, Charise lied there, exhausted. They had just enjoyed themselves for a while. The marks they left from their crazy moves were scattered all around the room. Charise was already exhausted now and had fallen into a deep slumber.

Charise was showing a faint smile in her sleep. She seemed to be at peace. This was very different from the person who had come in front of Merlin to make a trade.

At that time, Charise had to bear the responsibility of the whole Firebird Legion and the members of the Royal Family. She was also constantly under a threat. A woman like her could not show even a sign of vulnerability. It was only natural that she was tired.

Now that Benin and the Firebird Legion were completely safe, she could finally let down the heavy burden in her heart. This sleep was probably the most satisfying and relaxing one since she had run away from Light City.

Looking at Charise who went to sleep with a smile, Merlin showed a hint of loneliness instead.

Now, he had become a baron in Prakash City and was thought highly of by Count Selin. He had the identity, status, and woman. However, deep in his heart, he felt a sort of emptiness.

That was the desire for a higher power and a wider view!

Merlin checked his Mind Power again. There was not much improvement. Old man Etha's beginner Meditation Method had a weak effect for him. Unless he meditated for a long time, his Mind Power could not have any great improvement.

Since Fireball and Frost were the best Spell Models analyzed by the Matrix, the speed of accumulating Magic Power was also relatively quick. On top of that, they were very stable, so Merlin did not need to worry too much about it.

The Earth-type spell Merlin received from the black-robed old man, Earth Guard, could not be simulated in his Awareness until now because Merlin's Mind Power was improving too slowly.

Not only Merlin's real ability did not improve, but even searching for other Spell Models had become a luxury. In Prakash City, there was no other Spell Caster other than the black-robed old man and Merlin himself.

Due to all these factors, Merlin had become more and more agitated. He could not wait any longer to search for the Dark Magic Region.

"It seems that it's time to explain everything to Father…"

Merlin touched the ink black ring on his hands lightly as a look of determination flashed in his eyes.