55 Departure II

In his territory, Old Wilson had arranged many knights to stay on guard outside the castle.

It was already midnight and it was pitch black all around. Only the castle was still brightly lit. Old Wilson had changed into another silvery armor and was carefully wiping his sword. He did not raise his head when he listened to his territory knight's report in the hall.

During the time Old Wilson was gone, there was no robber attack in the territory. It seemed the robbers they defeated last time had collapsed and were no longer a threat to the territory.

Merlin leaned against the chair. Some colors had returned to his face and it was not as pale as before as he meditated and recovered his Mind Power during his journey in the carriage.

"It seems the ribs are not broken. They are probably only dislocated." Merlin's left hand was pressing lightly on the ribs area.