Following that, the matter was much simpler. Wizard Bammou, equipped with the contract paper, gave those roaming Wizards a deadline. If they signed the contract, they would have access to spells, casting tools, potions, and so on.

Otherwise, they would have to leave Wilson Castle right away, and Merlin would not further pursue the matter.

Most of the Spell Casters chose to sign the contract. However, Merlin was somewhat regretful that between the two Fourth-level Spell Casters, only one of them was willing to sign a contract. The other one ultimately decided to leave Wilson Castle.

Although Merlin was rather sorry about the choice of that Fourth-level Spell Caster, he did not ask Bammou to bring that Spell Caster back.

With so many Spell Casters signing a contract with the Wilson clan, the clan's capabilities swelled countless times over in a short period. If the Wilson clan had such power in the past, it would not have been targeted by those roaming Wizards.

Now that the Wilson clan had human capital, all it lacked was time. As time slowly passed by, the later generations of the Wilson clan would increase in numbers. Descendants who possessed Spell Caster Quality would be nurtured with systematic knowledge from young, and their chances of becoming a Spell Caster in the future would greatly increase.

Thus, Merlin took out the various types of spells and the basic knowledge of spell construction as well as the foundational knowledge regarding runology, alchemy, and potions, and handed these to Bammou for him to manage.

Merlin could rest easy by placing his trust in Bammou as he was Merlin's slave. Merlin did not need to worry that Bammou would not give his full effort. He believed that with all this basic knowledge, even a novice like Felinda could utilize such foundational knowledge to improve her understanding of runes.

As things for the Wilson clan slowly got on track, Merlin had less and less to worry about. He took the time to visit Avril and Charise. Both of their bellies had gradually swelled. Even though Merlin had not been in Wilson Castle for a few months, Charise was still beaming all over.

It must be the seed of life in her womb that gave Charise hope and strength!

After doing all this, Merlin shut himself in a secluded room once more, not allowing anyone to disturb him. He began to practice the posture on the golden relief sculpture.

The posture on the golden relief sculpture differed significantly from the previous four relief sculptures. He would need a long time and frequent practice before it would serve its function.

Merlin was also not sure how long he would need to practice before he would accomplish anything with it. Perhaps when the time came, the posture on the golden relief sculpture would reveal its secrets.

Merlin still had about twenty days' time. He would not have time to prepare a few batches of Mokra Potion. He might as well seize the opportunity to practice the posture on the golden relief sculpture.

One day, two days, three days passed…

Those twenty-something days passed by quickly just like that. Merlin had practiced the posture on the golden relief sculpture every day. This posture seemed to be closely linked to the previous four relief sculptures. However, it was also very different.

Merlin was practicing each day, experiencing how this relief sculpture would benefit the body. At last, after persevering with his practice for over twenty days, Merlin finally saw a change.

Merlin raised his arm and had noticed changes to his skin. Before this, the skin of Merlin's arm was as fair and soft as a baby's, attracting the envy of countless women.

However, Merlin's fair arm was currently suffused with a faint layer of golden light. This golden glow was too dim, and he had to gaze with rapt attention in order to glimpse it occasionally.

Merlin stared for one or two hours before he finally saw the dim golden glow shining on his arm.

This faint golden light seemed to serve as a golden outer layer for Merlin's skin and was very peculiar. Still, Merlin could feel that a slight change had occurred in his body, and it was not that his physical attributes had improved.

"Slash."

Merlin suddenly retrieved a sharp dagger from his ring and swiped it across his arm. The faint golden light immediately transformed into a large net that firmly blocked the thrust of the dagger.

Merlin's arm was not harmed in the slightest. There was not even a single scratch. Merlin was a little taken aback. What had happened? Even he did not understand – since when did he have this ability? He could feel that his physical attributes were definitely not improved.

Nevertheless, after careful observation, Merlin discovered that that dim layer of golden light seemed to be able to withstand some attacks on his behalf. Thus, Merlin tried using all his strength, slashing viciously at his arm once more.

"Rip."

This time, under the great force of the sharp dagger, he easily pierced through the protection of the faint golden glow. A bloody scar was immediately left on Merlin's arm.

However, only a small amount of blood flowed from the bleeding wound. Following that, the skin surrounding the cut began to undulate, healing rapidly at a visible speed.

"Tsss."

As he witnessed this strange sight, not even Merlin could resist drawing in a quick breath, astounded to his core!

Although Merlin knew that his physical attributes were excellent, he had never healed so rapidly at a visible pace after being injured. This had far surpassed the imaginations of most people. No matter how incredible one's physique was, one could not possibly reach such a stage.

"The golden relief sculpture – it must be the posture on the golden relief sculpture! These relief sculptures, where did they come from?"

Merlin mumbled in a low voice. In that instant, countless thoughts spun across his mind. There was no doubt that he was able to possess such inconceivable regenerative strength largely due to his practice of the posture on the golden relief sculpture.

Moreover, this was not the limit. Merlin could vaguely sense that as long as he continued practicing the posture on the golden relief sculpture, his healing powers in the future would become even more terrifying.

It could be said that the Flame Maxim was still within Merlin's understanding. After all, the final objective of every Spell Caster was to create their own Maxim and become a Great Legendary Wizard!

However, the postures on the relief sculptures were different. This was an unknown power. Even now, Merlin was unclear about the true purpose of these relief sculptures, where they come from, and other questions like these.

The unknown induced fear. Although the posture on the relief sculpture currently carried great benefits for Merlin, what he largely felt was fear, as well as a faint trace of uneasiness.

Merlin kept the relief sculpture once more. Since he had already practiced the posture on the golden relief sculpture, naturally, he would not give up just like that. He could only keep up the practice. Merlin had not a single clue what unforeseen developments would arise from the postures of these relief sculptures.

In this conflicting state of mind, one month's time passed by quickly.

"Buzz buzz buzz."

Merlin's Dark Magic ring began vibrating, and mysterious runes flew into the air, gradually forming into lines of runes in mid-air.

These mysterious runes slowly gathered into a terrifying face. It was Wizard Leo's face.

"Merlin, quickly come back to the Dark Magic Region. Time's up!"

Merlin bowed slightly. "Be rest assured, Teacher Leo. I'll be back very soon."

As soon as he spoke, Wizard Leo's figure dissipated in an instant, and the mysterious runes rapidly flew back into the Dark Magic ring.

This was the power of runes. In some aspects, runology was blessed with exceptional advantages. Without runes, they would not have any way of conveying information over long distances as they did now.

Therefore, Merlin bade farewell to Old Wilson and his two wives. Lastly, he summoned Wizard Bammou and gave him a few orders. This time, with Wizard Bammou keeping watch, in addition to a large number of Spell Casters who had signed a contract, the Wilson clan was truly on the right track.

Merlin would not have to spend his thoughts or energy on this matter for a long period.

After completing everything, Merlin quickly hurried back to the Dark Magic Region.

…

On the tranquil beach, Merlin's figure gradually appeared from within the flickering white light. Without even looking up, he immediately headed forward.

As he came to the stone tablet of the Dark Magic Region, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He was reminded of the frightening attack by the black cat Didimoss on the seventh floor of the Runic Tower. It was a power which was at the Seventh-level indeed. Merlin was unable to put up the slightest resistance and was sent out of the Runic Tower.

Although the black cat Didimoss still did not appear, Merlin left a few elemental crystal stones before the stone tablet. Following that, he quickly entered the Dark Magic Region.

Not long after Merlin had left, sharp claws extended from the stone tablet and immediately grabbed the elemental crystal stones lying in front. Thereafter, a crisp "crunch" sound could be heard.

"Hmm, not bad, the flavor's really not bad. It's hard to come by someone who would still remember me. The next time he tries to challenge the seventh floor, I'll make it slightly easier…"

Following that, the voice gradually faded away, and silence resumed in front of the stone tablet.

…

Within Wizard Leo's tower, Merlin was presently at the highest floor already, waiting for Wizard Leo patiently.

"Creak."

Soon enough, Wizard Leo pushed open the door. Upon seeing Merlin, he nodded slightly. "Merlin, how was it? Have you settled the matters of your clan?"

"They're all settled. I'm ready to set off any time now!"

Merlin gave a simple reply. The entire Dark Magic Region was placing great importance on this upcoming trip to Blacksand Fort. After all, the Dark Magic Region had high hopes of shining brightly at the summit this time.

For Spell Casters below the Seventh-level, there was Wizard Leo, he who had cultivated Darkness Eye. His powers were so great that even Seventh-level Spell Casters would feel pressured.

As for those below the Fourth-level, they had a genius like Merlin who was even stronger than Kleis had been back then. Therefore, the entire Dark Magic Region was filled with confidence about this trip to Blacksand Fort.

Wizard Leo nodded. "It's good that it's all settled. Let's go then."

Then, both of them quickly left the tower and flew toward Wizard Heusius' tower.

As a Seventh-level Spell Caster, Wizard Heusius was also one of the three Seventh-level Spell Casters who would be going to Blacksand Fort. When Merlin and Wizard Leo arrived at his tower, they saw that many Spell Casters were gathered there.

Wizard Heusius hurried forward and smiled. "Wizard Leo, the three of us – I, along with Wizard Nater and Wizard Mills – will be leading the team this time."

Wizard Leo saw the two Seventh-level Spell Casters behind Wizard Heusius and nodded slightly in greeting. Those two Seventh-level Spell Casters clearly knew how extraordinary Wizard Leo was as well, viewing him as an equal. Thus, they appeared very amiable too.

Other than the Seventh-level Spell Casters leading the group, there were three Third-level Spell Casters. Moreover, Merlin had seen these Third-level Spell Casters before. They were Wizard Sarah, Wizard Envia, and Wizard Ilman who had attempted the challenge of the Runic Tower.

These three Third-level Spell Casters were proficient in runes and had constructed Four-Elemental spells. They could be considered a cut above the rest in the Dark Magic Region.

Thus, this group of individuals could be considered the true elites of the Dark Magic Region, representing the various levels of Spell Casters in the organization.

"Alright. If there's nothing else, we'll head out now!"

Wizard Heusius swept his gaze across the group casually and spoke calmly.

The group nodded. They had prepared everything they had to prepare and were ready to leave at any time.

Thus, Heusius and the other two Seventh-level Spell Casters each carried a Third-level Spell Caster and quickly soared into the air. Merlin had his Flying casting tool and did not need anyone to carry him.

This group of eight quickly left the Dark Magic Region through the Runic Magic Circle and flew toward Blacksand Fort.