"Swoosh!"

A whirlwind appeared out of thin air. Some dust and gravel were caught into it, whistling and rotating constantly.

Big Boss Keane beamed with joy. This was his first time casting a spell.

The whirlwind dissipated quickly as Keane was so overwhelmed with excitement that he did not control his Mind Power carefully. However, he did not care. He could practice slowly in the future as long as the Spell Model did not collapse in his Awareness.

"Not bad, you've gotten hold the basics of Whirlwind. You're now an Entrance-level Spell Caster. You only need to increase your Mind Power continuously and practice on more Zero-level spells to enhance your strength!"

Merlin said with indifference. He had spent a day here explaining to Keane the general knowledge of a Spell Caster and certain aspects that needed more attention. Then, he successfully helped Keane to construct Whirlwind's Spell Model in his Awareness.

"It's time for me to leave!"

Merlin stood up after seeing that Keane had completely mastered Whirlwind. The deal between them was completed, and both parties had benefited tremendously.

Keane looked at Merlin and thought for a while before offering, "I'll send you a team as an escort if you're going to the Kingdom of Blackmoon. You'll not encounter any more bandits along the way with the presence of the Hurricane Bandits."

Merlin nodded in agreement. Although they could definitely take down common bandits with the strength of Old Wilson's knight, encountering great numbers of bandits along the journey would be troublesome anyhow. Naturally, it would be better if they could avoid the problem altogether.

Later, the team of twenty knights sent by Keane waved the flags of Hurricane Bandits proudly in the air, and made their loud departure as they escorted Merlin out from the valley…

…

"Father, will Merlin be in danger?"

Macy was practicing her swordsmanship. She wiped the sweat off her face and asked in a low voice.

After the unexpected change of events in Blackwater City, Macy truly felt how weak she was, hence she was impatient and spent all her time in practicing her swordsmanship. However, the more eager she was, the lesser amount of Fire Elements were absorbed into her body.

Naturally, Old Wilson understood Macy's anxiety, but right now he was not able to teach Macy properly. He could only wait until they settled down in the Kingdom of Blackmoon before he could direct Macy's cultivation in the right direction.

"Wilson, is Merlin going to be okay?"

Baron Parman also asked with slight concern.

Old Wilson's expression was unchanged as he replied calmly, "There should be no problem. There's nothing we can do but wait. If Merlin still has not return tomorrow –"

Before his words were finished, the knight in charge of the vigil rushed forward to report, "Lord Baron, Young Master Merlin is back."

Sure enough, when Old Wilson looked to the said direction, Moss was slowly bringing the carriage to a stop. Though, behind the carriage were twenty bandits.

Merlin alighted from the carriage, looking the same as before he left. Old Wilson quickly came to Merlin and murmured as he looked at the twenty bandits, "Merlin, what are these bandits doing here?"

Merlin did not answer but whispered back, "Father, I'll give you a detailed explanation regarding this."

Later, Merlin asked for Commander Prat. He and a dozen knights were ordered to surround the carriage so no one would come forward to disrupt.

Inside the carriage, the expression on Old Wilson's face grew even more concerned. He knew that it must be some matter of great importance since Merlin was being so cautious.

"Merlin, what actually happened?"

Old Wilson, who had always maintained a composed manner, finally felt uncertain about this.

Merlin took out three relief sculptures from his arms and placed them in front of Old Wilson. He then asked in a hoarse voice, "Father, don't you ever wonder how those bandits become so strong? Their physical qualities rival those of First-level Elemental Swordsmen, and the leader of the bandits is even powerful enough to stand as equal with you?"

Old Wilson was confused regarding this matter for a long while, but he did not know what the specific reason was. Now that Merlin mentioned, an idea flashed in his mind as his eyes swept pass the three relief sculptures in front of him.

"Is it because of these relief sculptures?"

Old Wilson asked in confusion. He picked up the relief sculptures, turned them over and examined for a while, but found nothing special.

"Father, an average person can't discover the secrets of these relief sculptures. Only people with strong innate Mind Power can realize the mystery! Each piece of these relief sculptures contains a set of strange postures. Practicing these postures with perseverance will increase one's physical quality to rival even the Elemental Swordsmen!"

As soon as Merlin's voice faded, Old Wilson's face changed. Only now did he know these small relief sculptures in front of him had such a huge effect.

If one piece of relief sculpture meant the possibility of becoming a First-level Elemental Swordsman, then two pieces, three pieces or even more, coupled with the pure body strength, could make one completely comparable to those powerful Elemental Swordsmen.

The value contained in these relief sculptures was priceless. It might cause an immediate uproar if the news was leaked. Old Wilson was an excellent soldier. Naturally, he realized the military value of these relief sculptures.

"These relief sculptures belong to those bandits?"

Old Wilson could not resist his curiosity.

Merlin nodded in reply. "Yes, I exchange these relief sculptures with the bandits with a Spell Model. It was a fair deal! The people outside are the bandits instructed by their leader to handle the small bandits we might encounter along the way. They can guarantee us a smooth and pleasant journey to the Kingdom of Blackmoon."

Old Wilson said nothing but sat there as if in a trance. Even though he had experienced numerous peculiar things in his life, this was the first time he heard of such a magical thing in the world.

Elemental Swordsmen constituted the foundation of a kingdom. They represented the pillar strength! However, it was not simple to cultivate an Elemental Swordsman. Naturally-born talents were fundamental. Without an elemental affinity, one could never be an Elemental Swordsman.

However, the postures on this mysterious relief sculptures did not require any elemental affinity. Any ordinary people, like Big Boss Keane of the bandits, could practice it. In a short period of time, he managed to train 500 hundred bandits who were equally strong in strength as First-level Elemental Swordsmen. His men made a clean sweep of all the bandits in this area and eventually became a tremendous force.

These are all thanks to the mysterious relief sculptures.

If such powerful relief sculptures were passed on, those Elemental Swordsmen would no longer be the backbone of the army, and the entire continent might encounter a massive change.

These relief sculptures might bring forth an intimidating change. It was no wonder Merlin was being extra cautious.

"Merlin, always bring these relief sculptures with you. Never pass them onto others, and never mention this again."

Old Wilson finally spoke after a long time.

A smile washed over Merlin's face, and he nodded. "Father, be rest assured, I'm well aware of the importance of these relief sculptures. That's why I'm going to pass all these relief sculptures, a total of four sets of postures, to you, Father. After settling down in the Kingdom of Blackmoon, you can choose whomever you want to pass on these four set of postures to."

Merlin had high expectations. When Old Wilson mastered these four postures, with his natural innate talents, his strength would increase to an unbelievably strong level. This could ensure Wilson house would not decline when the time comes for Merlin to leave the family.