In the dark night, the sounds of horses' neighs became clearer as time passed. Just from the sound, there were at least a few hundreds of knights.

Old Wilson was already outside the castle. Many knights had lit their torches to light up a hundred meters away from the castle but they still did not have a clear view of the knights in front of them.

"Line up. Prepare for battle!"

Old Wilson unsheathed his sword and jumped onto a black warhorse. He glared in front with flashing eyes. Once he confirmed that the knights were from the church, Old Wilson would not hesitate to lead nearly five hundred knights and charge forward.

Soon, the noises became nearer and clearer as it was utterly quiet outside the castle. Only the breathing sounds of the warhorses could be heard at times.

Merlin stood against the chilly wind and held his coat tighter around him. His Mind Power slowly extended forward to observe the uninvited guests in the dark.

"Haha. Wilson, it's me, Parman!"

From far away, a roaring laughter came through the night. The nervous Old Wilson was finally relieved when he heard this voice.

"Baron Parman, I thought it's the church. Why have you come to my territory?"

As the knights approached them, Old Wilson finally had a clear look at the crowd. It was surprisingly one of the rare nobles of Blackwater City, Baron Parman, who was Old Wilson's good friend.

Baron Parman wore a black armor and held a sword in his hands. He looked exhausted and seemed to have gone through a harsh journey.

"Wilson, the influence of the Church of Light is great. I'm afraid the whole Kingdom of Light will be under its control in the future. I don't want to serve the church, so I've come to discuss with you. Haha. I've brought all members of the Parman family to seek refuge with you, Wilson. You mustn't say no!"

As expected, behind Baron Parman, there were many carriages carrying ladies and madams in the Parman family.

"Let's talk when we get in."

Old Wilson took a glance at the team behind Baron Parman. Just from this, he had a basic judgment of what he would do. There were at least seven hundred knights with Baron Parman. Even though their combat ability was less than the heavy armored knights, they were a substantial combat force.

Both entered a wide hall and Baron Parman immediately recognized Merlin. He nodded slightly and had a satisfied expression.

"Merlin, come and meet Baron Parman!" Old Wilson said to Merlin.

Merlin went forward and performed a standard noble's etiquette to Baron Parman. Then, he retreated to one side. Meanwhile, Baron Parman was observing Merlin from top to bottom as he nodded and said, "Good job. I saw Merlin's performance today. Spell Caster, huh… Wilson, can you still recall how we felt when we first saw the Spell Casters from the Kingdom of Blackmoon back then?"

Baron Parman had participated in the war against eastern heretics during that time. However, he had quickly returned to Blackwater City and inherited the baron's family title. Even though he had spent a short time in battle, Baron Parman had also seen the strong Spell Casters of the Kingdom of Blackmoon destroying completely a tough military fortress as easily as breathing.

Those indescribable power left a deep impression on Baron Parman!

Thus, those who had participated in the war against the east would not take the word "heretic" mentioned by the church seriously. From their point of view, the so-called "heretics" were only Normies who had obtained stronger power than others. The Kingdom of Light had this sort of power as well, but it was controlled by the church. Normies had no chance of meeting these special people at all.

After Baron Parman finished observing Merlin, his expression turned grim. He said in a heavy tone, "Wilson, what's your plan now?"

Old Wilson hesitated for a while, then shot a gaze at Merlin. He said softly, "Merlin and I were discussing it earlier. We've made a primary decision. That is to go east and into the Kingdom of Blackmoon!"

Hearing these words, Baron Parman, in fact, showed a hint of elation. "Good. Wilson, that's what I thought too. We can only go east… Your heavy armored knights are very tough. From here to the Kingdom of Blackmoon, the journey is harsh. If you meet a large number of robbers during the journey, your heavy armored knights and the knights of Parman family that I brought should be sufficient to ensure our safety to the Kingdom of Blackmoon!"

Old Wilson nodded. Joined by Baron Parman, albeit their speed would be slowed down, he would be able to organize a unit of one thousand and five hundred knights from their tough armed forces.

With many knights around, even if they meet robbers during their journey, they would still be safe.

Finally, Old Wilson had made his decision and agreed to Merlin's suggestion. They would go east into the Kingdom of Blackmoon.

With that decision, Old Wilson quickly put his mind into action. The migration of the whole family must not be taken lightly. Some things must be brought with them, so they would need a few hours' time to prepare even if they were doing it at lightning speed.

"Merlin," Baron Parman called him out with a smile. After a long journey, Baron Parman was obviously exhausted, but as soon as he had arrived in Old Wilson's territory, he had relaxed his nerves. Although he was still tired, he was still clear-headed.

Baron Parman came in front of Merlin and said, "Merlin, I haven't seen you in a few months. I can't believe your change is so great… Right, you haven't seen Avril for a few months as well. She's right in the carriage. Let me call her and you two have a good talk together."

Merlin paused slightly. When Baron Parman mentioned "Avril", a familiar memory popped up in his mind.

"Avril? Fiancée?" Merlin suddenly took on an odd expression.

…

Light City was the capital of the Kingdom of Light. The extravagant Palace and the Church of Light Headquarters all sat in Light City.

However, the booming Light City which was usually surrounded by a cacophony of noise had now become an ocean of blood. In every street, large or small, intense fights had broken out.

"Charise, the Royal Family is finished. Its influence is gone… Bring your little brother and leave Light City. Out of the city, I've prepared two thousand knights for you. They'll protect you during your journey. Go. Go as far as you can to preserve the bloodline of the Royal Family."

In the darkness, the prince of the Kingdom of Light, Frederick, exhorted two teenagers of around seventeen years old softly. His tone was filled with helplessness.

The princess of the Royal Family named Charise quickly said, "Uncle Frederick, aren't you coming with us?"

Prince Frederick took a glance at the dark sky and shook his head. "No, I'm not. Otherwise, none of us can leave… Right, take this ring. Remember, take care of it! It's a shame that both you and Benin don't have the Spell Caster Quality. Otherwise, with this ring, you can go to the Dark Magic Region in the Kingdom of Blackmoon and become a Spell Caster's apprentice…"

Frederick seemed to care about this ring deeply. He handed it to Charise with much reluctance.

"Quickly, go. Don't think of revenge. If any of your later generations has the Spell Caster Quality, pass this ring to him and ask him to go to the Dark Magic Region. Only when he goes there, he'll become a great Spell Caster…"

After saying that, Prince Frederick waved his hands and indicated the guards beside him to bring Charise away.

"Boom!"

Just when Charise and the others left Light City, a terrifying white light exploded. The bright light almost engulfed the entire Light City.

"Uncle Frederick…" Charise mumbled softly. Holding both her hands tight, she wiped the tears off her face and turned around. She followed the guards and quickly disappeared into the night.