"I indeed know something about Merilon's situation."
The old man in the black robe rasped in a hoarse voice and let out a few dry chuckles that grated harshly on the ears.
"Merilon is a man of the Abyssal Fortress!"
The old man in the black robe said with his head lowered and his tone extremely calm, his sharp gaze sweeping across Count Sailin's face while a meaningful smile surfaced at the corners of his mouth.
"The Abyssal Fortress?"
Count Sailin's complexion instantly turned ashen, and his entire body even trembled uncontrollably. Although he tried his utmost to conceal it, Merlin still keenly noticed.
"How could he be a man of the Abyssal Fortress?"
Count Sailin furrowed his brows tightly, his complexion faintly flushing somewhat red.
Seeing the stalwart Cook at this moment, Merlin noticed that he also wore a look of utter bewilderment, clearly not knowing what the Abyssal Fortress in the old man in the black robe's mouth referred to.
"Mage Hill, could you explain the Abyssal Fortress in detail?"
Merlin suddenly spoke up to ask. From Count Sailin's expression, he faintly sensed that this Abyssal Fortress was definitely not simple; otherwise, the usually composed Count Sailin would not have lost his composure to this extent.
The old man in the black robe glanced indifferently at Merlin. A playful smile appeared on his face, which looked like old tree bark, and he said in a raspy voice, "The Abyssal Fortress is a powerful Spellcaster Organization. I believe the Count should have heard of it."
Pausing for a moment, the old man in the black robe fixed his gaze intently on Merlin and continued, "Mage Merlin, just like this old man of mine, you appear to be a free spellcaster! Hehe, a free spellcaster, carefree and untroubled. It sounds