Although Lin Qi was not afraid of being entangled by these mithril puppets, if the Silver Iris Family used them to escape, it would truly be an impossible precaution to guard against. If three hundred thousand puppets charged out at once, even gods would be unable to stop those people from fleeing, wouldn't they?
With so many mithril puppets, unless Lin Qi intended to wage an all-out war here, there was no way he could bring the situation under control.
"Unless we seize the control magic disc for the mithril puppets at this stronghold first." Ais Te understood Lin Qi's concern. "If I remember correctly, the control magic disc for the mithril puppets here should be in the hands of my father's younger brother, Alfa."
The plain carriage that had just entered the valley slowly made its way down a tree-lined road, surrounded by more than a dozen guards, until it arrived before the castle gates. Two elderly servants wearing wigs, their movements precise as puppets, came forward and opened the carriage door.
A middle-aged man stepped out of the carriage. His long silver hair was braided into a thick plait behind his back, and he wore a silver-gray cloak and carried an oak cane inlaid with silver. Ais Te's eyes widened in surprise, a flash of brilliant silver light flickering through them. "What luck. We had barely mentioned him when he arrived. This is my father's younger brother—my uncle, Alfa."
Lin Qi fell silent for a moment. Threads of golden light shot from his eyes as he fixed them firmly on Alfa dozens of miles away. Even across such a distance, Lin Qi could clearly make out a pimple on Alfa's face, brought out by rising internal heat.
Osmanthus Tree suddenly chuckled. "Why seize that control magic disc? That