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Chapter 304

Chapter 304: Chapter 220: The Old Fox Teaches the Young Fox Chapter 304: Chapter 220: The Old Fox Teaches the Young Fox Aiwass had not anticipated that he would encounter Merlin at this promotion ceremony.

As a half-dream demon, Merlin had half of the bloodline of Transcendence, which made him an expert in the art of ritual; and he was also a mage, ultimately becoming an apostle of the Great Sage.

But when it came to the establishment of Avalon, Merlin was an inescapable figure.

Aiwass had even told his students the story of Merlin’s love and battle with the lake fairy Vivian.

At the same time, the Holy Sword—the Red-Handled Sword—temporarily in Aiwass’ possession, was also sealed by Merlin.

The establishment of the Hall of Silver and Tin, the Eye of Avalon, and several other Heirloom Divine Artifacts were also related to Merlin.

From this perspective...

...

Merlin’s importance to Avalon was even much greater than that of “Gavin,” who had presided over Aiwass’s promotion ceremony before.@@@@

However, Aiwass had something even more urgent to discuss with Merlin...

“Don’t be in such a hurry.”

Merlin extended his hand and touched Aiwass’s forehead.

Despite being an apostle of the Nine Pillar Gods, he appeared to have no solemnity.

He completely lacked the imposing aura of a divine being and still looked like a human—even if he was never human even before becoming an apostle.

This legendary mage, draped in a blue robe and with a sharp sword at his waist, said with a smiling face, “I know you have something to say...

That’s why I didn’t arrive late today, but rather came early.

It’s also for this reason that I brought you here ahead of time.

“Don’t worry.

No one else will come until our conversation is over.”

...So I was the first one summoned here by the examiner’s cheating tactics?

Aiwass first breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt a tinge of inexplicable loss.

So I’m not that strong after all...

“Aren’t you an incubus?”

Aiwass first retorted, “If you have something to say, why not find me directly in dreams?”

“That would leave evidence.

I’m now an apostle of the Great Sage.

I can’t conveniently deal with Arthur’s affairs, as it might give people something to talk about and make it easy for someone to try to kill me.

Besides, you don’t need a ritual to summon me down...

If I come to you on my own, wouldn’t that be like asking for trouble?”

Merlin said, looking like a fox with his smile, “By contrast, the Dream Realm is much safer.

No one can pry into the contents of the promotion ceremony...

With just a slight time difference, there’s no safer place than here.”

Being an apostle seems to be quite troublesome...

Aiwass thought to himself in a flash.

But Aiwass quickly dispelled the thought from his mind and got straight to the point, “Do you still remember the Ceremony of Avalon’s Shadow you once constructed?

It’s the resurrection ritual you prepared for Lancelot I.”

He had intended to remind Merlin that there was an error in that ritual.

After pondering for a moment, Merlin showed a carefree and sunny smile, “Sorry, I forgot.

I’m not responsible for those remarks.”

Merlin cut to the chase without beating around the bush with a swift threefold evasion.

Aiwass’s expression subtly changed.

Didn’t you just say you had already forgotten about it...

For some reason, Merlin gave Aiwass a sense of déjà vu with Mycroft.

Though their Paths, races, personalities, and even their presence differed completely...

that ungraspable slickness was remarkably similar.

But if Merlin’s implications were to be considered, the issue with the “Ceremony of Avalon’s Shadow” may well be related to the Serpent Celestial Marshal.

…Does Lancelot know about this?

And what about the Crown Lord?

No, the Crown Lord probably doesn’t know.

If He did, He would have warned Sofia.

If the Crown Lord is unaware, why would Merlin know?

Or is it that he knows but isn’t telling the Crown Lord?

Realizing this, Aiwass understood—it wasn’t that Merlin knew the matter was related to the Serpent Celestial Marshal.

Rather, Merlin hadn’t fully trusted Aiwass’s words from the beginning.

He harbored a subtle wariness toward Aiwass.

Everything he said subsequently was based on the premise that “Aiwass’s words were not false”—in other words, what he did was much like Sherlock’s approach.

Despite portraying an “I have nothing to do with these statements” attitude, seemingly hinting to Aiwass that the truth was as such, Merlin didn’t give a definitive assertion.

This way, if he were wrong, he could put on an innocent face and say to Aiwass, “I told you I said nothing”…

It was impossible to fathom his intentions.

Such a crafty old Fox...

Aiwass felt he had learned another trick.

“At the very least,” Aiwass added, “Prince Wolfram the Giant’s case requires your attention, doesn’t it, Mr.

Merlin?

“After all, it was you who said he should be kept here.

Now that he’s escaped from the prison you designed… he’s causing quite a bit of trouble for Avalon, isn’t he?”

Though the regular forces have already been deployed, Aiwass thought to himself.

With a beaming smile, Merlin said, “Alright, alright, I’ll help...”

“What specifically will you do?” Aiwass wanted a definite answer.

“You will know when the time comes.

Would I lie to you?

Ah, it’s getting late.

I better let those people in.”

With those words, Merlin vanished from behind Aiwass.

When he reappeared, he had transformed into a huge stone statue in the center of the area.

—Not as a black-haired young man, but rather in the form of a white-haired, old man.

Before Aiwass could comment, new figures appeared beside him.