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"It's too long, too long." Merlin XVI said seriously to Victor in front of him with a cold face. "Merlin VII thought your ancestors would be with him within a hundred years. He thought you would have a more pursuit of magic."

"It turns out that developing a new colony at that time would be more attractive than magic." Nodded, Victor gave a simple explanation of what his ancestors thought at that time. Then he quickly expressed his point to Merlin XVI. "But unlike them, my desire for magic surpassed everything. So I really want to visit your master, learn from him, and seek a little help from him."

"Don't you think it's too late?" Shaking his head, a cold look appeared on Merlin XVI's face. "Opportunities won't stay there and wait for others. Your ancestors have that qualification because he has that talent and luck, and he passed the test. But you, sorry, young man. I know nothing about you."

"I think we can communicate and get to know each other a little. You should know that the magician's talent can be passed down with his bloodline. And I think my talent is better than my ancestors."

"You've come too late, young man. Since my master woke up, we no longer need an apprentice. The master has found a new way, and your appearance has no meaning to him."

Merlin XVI directly rejected Victor's request. At the same time, he turned around and planned to leave Victor's eyes.

This was obviously a bit different from what Victor thought, and with his nature, he obviously could not allow Merlin XVI to disappear from his eyes. So he immediately stretched out his hand and blocked Merlin XVI with the blazing fire of hell.

"I can't let you go like this, sir. Tell me how I can find your master. I don't have so much time with you to play this kind of test promotion and qualification screening game."

"Interesting, you are the first person to dare to compete with us with magic in the years!"

With a cold snorkeling, Merlin XVI immediately pressed down his palm. And in his movements, even the supernatural power as fierce as the fire of hell, fell silently like a docile little sheep.

"Since you know our existence, you should understand what we are like with magic. Don't you feel overestimating your ability to defeat us with magic?"

"Of course I understand. So I rely on more than just magic!"

A civilization staff with a huge gem inlaid at the top was found from his cloak. Victor held it and pointed at Merlin XVI with disdain. And with his movements, a straight and dazzling light burst out directly, like an invincible sharp blade, which directly cut off Merlin XVI's shoulders, causing him to lose the power to maintain his magic in an instant.

The flames rose again, and Victor strode up, jammed Merlin XVI's neck, pressed him directly on the wall of the alley, and threatened him.

"Technology is sometimes more useful than magic. Tell me, where is your master? I know you are just one of his countless servants, so don't test my patience. I can completely destroy you and find another one!"

Although he lost an arm, Merlin XVI showed that this arm was not his. He stared at Victor in front of him without blinking, and his cold eyes were completely indifferent to the view of life and death in nothingness.

"Even if you ruin me, you will never get any help from others. The master has given up that plan and you have no chance."

This response made Victor burst into flames. He immediately raised the scepter in his hand, allowing it to hold back Merlin XVI's throat, while retaining his last patience and exhortation to him.

"Where is he the last chance?"

Merlin XVI closed his eyes silently, and this action completely exhausted Victor's last little patience. He immediately wanted to activate the scepter in his hand, allowing the strong heat energy on it to penetrate the old man's head. But at this time, Merlin XVI suddenly turned his head and looked him straight into the eyes.

"Wait a minute!"

Although he was very happy about this sudden turn, Victor was not willing to give up his current advantage at all. He began to be aggressive, although it was just talking.

"Why, I'm scared. I thought you were the kind of tough guy who would never bow his head even if he died?"

"The master wants to see you! He saw your existence through my eyes and became quite interested in you."

Ignoring this verbal provocation, Merlin XVI turned his eyes directly to the wall at the end of the alley. There, the dim light slowly intertwined a special pattern, and as the pattern formed, the entire wall began to tremble slightly like ripples on the calm water surface.

Looking at this scene, Victor immediately let go of the old man in his hand who had no use to him, turned around and walked towards the wall.

Silently, he walked into the wall like a phantom. As his figure disappeared into the alley, Merlin XVI silently picked up the arm on the ground and pointed the neat cut at his arm.

The strange light flashed on his shoulders, and soon, the arm, which had become a stolen limb, returned to his master's body. After moving his arms a few times and feeling that there was no problem, Merlin XVI picked up a broom from the back door of his shop and cleared the traces on the ground.

A thin layer of mist began to spread under his feet, and the corpses on the ground turned into ashes bit by bit under the fog. And Merlin XVI was like all the owners who cleaned the door of his shop, using the broom in his hand to clean these things bit by bit.

This always happens in London, which is always filled with mist. But this is not something Victor is willing to care about. He takes his own steps and walks out of an antique mirror that looks a little old. At this time, he finds himself in another place, a dark place illuminated by burning candles and high braziers.

The surrounding walls are covered with thick tapestries, and the surrounding corners are filled with precious antique furniture. They look quite magnificent, but under the reflection of the dim fire, these things always give people the feeling of being in a ghost.

Of course, Victor, who had traveled back and forth several times, was not afraid of this change in the environment. On the contrary, he was full of interest in everything here, especially the mirror that brought him here.

You know, as a magician, he had enough confidence in himself. But what had just happened surprised him. He could understand what power suddenly brought him from the alley in London to such a place, but he didn't understand how all this was done. He did not feel any magic, especially in that all of it. Otherwise, he would not need the stubborn old man Merlin XVI to find this place himself.

People familiar with magic know that the real power of magic is not about its power, but whether it can integrate magic into life. A truly powerful mage is magic and without any deliberate action, they can cast magic in any place. Victor has always thought that he has reached this level, after all, he has reached the limit that a mage can do. But now it seems that he is a little arrogant. Compared with the person who has arranged all this, he still has some gaps, and even he cannot see how deep the gap is.

This understanding made him feel a little sad, but also a little excited. Because this proved how powerful the goal he was looking for was. With the excitement of meeting this legendary existence, Victor gave up his hand and gently wiped the mirror in front of him.

A string of Latin engraved on it was revealed with his movements, and driven by curiosity, Victor pronounced these words bit by bit.

"By the power of truth, I can conquer everything in my lifetime."

"I like this sentence in Faust very much. So after having a conversation with Goethe, I engraved this sentence on the mirror so that I could memorize it."

The sudden sound made Victor immediately act alert. At the same time, he also turned his gaze in the direction where the sound came. And in his sight, a pair of strange figures appeared in front of him.

He pushed the wheelchair and had a faint blonde woman on his face. There was also a thin Chinese man sitting in the wheelchair with a shiny but glorious look. He had seen these two people more than once, but at this time, he could not help but feel surprised, even absurd, in his heart when he saw their existence at this place.

"Why are you? Why are you here? Lord Baron?"

"Why can't it be me?"

He knocked his fingers, and the flames illuminated in the room suddenly turned into a burning glow. At the same time, his appearance was clearly reflected into Victor's eyes. Smith Zhou gave him a meaningful smile.
Chapter completed!