Repairing the Warship (Part Two)

Whoosh.

Merlin left the ring's space, a thoughtful look on his face.

It seems I need to find more Elemental Crystals, or some other source of energy, as soon as possible!

Merlin wanted to repair the warship quickly, but not just to manufacture Martial Arts Robots. No matter how strong they were, they could only rival ordinary Legendary spellcasters at best. They would not help him much now.

What truly tempted Merlin was the warship itself. It was an Empire-Class Warship of the Atlan Civilization, a terrifying vessel that could rival a Great Titled Legend. It was bound to carry weapons that even a Titled Legend would fear.

That was Merlin's real goal. If he repaired the warship, he would have a trump card—something that could keep him alive whether he was in the Land of Glory or the Void Realm.

With a few days left before the Holy Light Empire arrived, Merlin decided to visit the Black Moon Royal Family. He had long heard that it owned a vast Elemental Crystal mine. After so many years, its reserves had to be substantial.

With that in mind, Merlin swiftly left the castle and flew toward the palace.

Flap.

The Three-Headed Demon Dragon landed smoothly before the palace. Several guards hurried forward. They had grown familiar with the dragon over the past few days and no longer feared it.

"Honored Wizard Merlin, what can we do for you?"

The guards knew Merlin's exceptional status. In the Spellcaster World, not even a king could compare to him, so their voices carried a note of respect.

"I'm here to see His Majesty Butuo XVII."

Butuo XVII was the Eighth Prince. The guards did not dare stop Merlin. They hurriedly escorted him into the great hall, then rushed off to announce his arrival.

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