Ancestral Land
Translator: Shiraishi Editor: TheAlliance
After coming out of the reception room, Lin Yun had someone deliver some food before he went back to the alchemy laboratory. As for Leon, Lin Yun had quickly put him to the back of his mind.
One Leon Merlin wasn't enough to make him worry at all. What future Patriarch of the Merlin Family, what 33-year-old High Mage, he was nothing in Lin Yun's eyes. Lin Yun was a 5th Great Mage with three Magic Tools that were at the Spiritual rank or higher. It could be said that any High Mage below 5th Rank would be crushed by him at this point.
Leon was already considered lucky. If it weren't for Lin Yun having noticed the flaming staff crest when he entered, he would have directly snapped Leon's neck and wouldn't have bothered spending the effort to use Mana Shackles.
It was this crest that made Lin Yun remember a certain place, a place that could let him advance to become a High Mage.