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"What use would an old man on the verge of death have for Spells?"
The old man in black robes shook his head slightly. Merlin's expression changed faintly, and disappointment welled up within him. But then the old man changed the subject, a slight smile appearing on his face as he said calmly, "I am already close to death. Even if I do not die, there is no hope for me to advance any further in this life. What use would I have for Spell Models? So, Mage Merlin, there is no need to speak of an exchange. Consider my 'Earth Guardian' a gift to you."
Merlin was somewhat stunned as he looked at the several sheets of white paper the old man handed over. Several Spell Models were clearly drawn on them—the old man's earth-element Spell, "Earth Guardian." It was also one of the more common defensive Spells among earth-element Spells. Back then, Merilon's earth-element Spell had also been "Earth Guardian."
However, perhaps because Merilon had learned his Spell from the Abyssal Fortress, Merilon's Spell was superior to the old man's in both power and stability.
Thus, the old man in black robes reminded Merlin, "Mage Merlin, I learned 'Earth Guardian' from the army, and its stability truly cannot be considered very good. If you want a Spell Model without hidden dangers, you will have to spend time reconstructing it yourself."
Merlin nodded. He had Matrix, so he did not need to worry at all about constructing Spell Models. Based on this "Earth Guardian" Spell Model, he could immediately reconstruct thousands upon thousands of Spell Models.
"Mage Hill, excuse the disturbance. Rest well."
Merlin rose to bid the old man in black robes