Merlin and the others followed Count Pumang's knightly troop past Raven Fortress and arrived at a small city. This city did not look very large, and everyone inside was a soldier. War supplies were piled everywhere, for this was a supply depot constructed to provision Raven Fortress.
The legendary heretical realm—the savage, evil, and terrifying Black Moon Kingdom—now lay before Merlin and the others. Old Wilson wore a solemn expression and remained silent, though Merlin could still sense the complex shifts within his heart from his gaze.
After all, Old Wilson had once participated in the exceptionally arduous and cruel slaughterhouse campaign, fighting bloody battles against these heretics of the Black Moon Kingdom for several years. Now that he had set foot upon the land of the heretics, his heart naturally held some subtle fluctuations.
Aside from Old Wilson, the others like Macy, the big-bosom lady, and Avril showed no signs of discomfort. Instead, they appeared quite fascinated, lifting the carriage curtains to gaze all around.
Once the knightly troop led by Count Pumang returned to this small city, they gradually began to disperse. After traveling a distance further and arriving at a white castle, the count had only a little over a hundred personal guards left by his side.
"Commander Bain, take Master Merlin's family to rest first."
Count Pumang nodded slightly toward Merlin and said with a smile, "Master Merlin, my castle is just ahead. Please come inside for a chat!"
Old Wilson suddenly spoke up, his voice low. "Merlin, is there any danger?"
"Father, this is the Black Moon Kingdom, the holy land of spellcasters. Rest assured, I'll be fine. You all go ahead and rest, and we'll discuss the next steps once I return."
After giving Old Wilson his instructions, Merlin followed behind Count Pumang and