Wizard Hill II
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
"Merilung's situation. I do know a little about it."
The black-robed old man's voice was hoarse and let out a hollow laugh. The sound of it was sharp to the ears.
"Merilung belongs to the Abyss Fort!" the old man lowered his head and said in a calm voice. His sharp gaze scanned Count Selin's face and gave him a meaningful smile.
"the Abyss Fort?"
Count Selin's face turned instantly pale. His whole body began to shiver uncontrollably. Although he had tried to hide it as best as he could, Merlin caught that sharply.
"How can he belong to the Abyss Fort?"
Count Selin's eyebrows were furrowed and his face was slightly pumped red.
Merlin looked at the muscular Cook who seemed confused as well. The latter obviously did not know what was the Abyss Fort which the old man spoke about was referring to.