Merlin's heart jolted. He sized up the old man again from head to toe. The man looked remarkably clean and neat, yet his judgment was undeniably sharp, and he seemed somewhat mysterious.
"Curator Eru, what was that Beast Roar you mentioned just now?"
Merlin still did not admit anything. Who knew what those giant beast fossils represented? Nor did he know whether this Beast Roar would bring him danger. He could only deny it. After all, he was extremely weak now, and had to be cautious in everything.
"There's no need to deny it. You were only recently targeted for assassination by the Black Bat Army. It's not wrong to be careful. But if I meant you harm, none of your guards could protect you. I'm giving you an opportunity. It isn't easy to encounter someone who can sense Giant Beast Will, especially in such a small place. Tsk, tsk. I hear you haven't inherited the Huiderieman Family's Terror Crocodile Bloodline. Don't you crave power?"
Seeing Curator Eru speak in such a "tempting" tone, Merlin became even more cautious. He was Count Stanwen's sole heir; throughout Stone City, he could practically walk sideways.
Yet this Curator Eru before him seemed completely unconcerned by Merlin's status.
"Power? Can you give me power? I don't have Behemoth Bloodline."
After pondering for a while, Merlin finally spoke slowly. He knew that in this world, without inheriting Behemoth Bloodline, it was difficult to possess great power.
"Without Behemoth Bloodline, it is indeed very difficult. But inheriting bloodline isn't the only path. In this world, there is another way to gain the power of giant beasts."
"What way?"
Merlin hurriedly asked.
Curator Eru smiled without quite smiling. "Young Master Leo, Count Stanwen is a powerful existence at the peak of the fourth form. Hasn't he