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Merlin put away the ring. With the black-robed old man's confirmation, he finally set his mind completely at ease.
Still, although he now had a token from the Dark Spirit Domain, Merlin had no idea where the Dark Spirit Domain actually was. He still had to ask the black-robed old man.
"Mage Hill, do you know where the Dark Spirit Domain is?"
The black-robed old man thought carefully. After a long while, he raised his head and said uncertainly, "These Spellcaster Organizations may be known to everyone, but no one knows their exact locations. Back then, I only heard other Spellcasters mention that the Dark Spirit Domain was in the Kurd Mountains. But that mountain range is enormous, stretching for over a thousand miles, so it will be difficult to find. Perhaps the token in your hand can offer you some help."
"The Kurd Mountains?"
Merlin murmured the name several times, then firmly committed it to memory. Once he returned, he would find a map and determine its exact location.
"Mage Hill."
Merlin raised his head and said solemnly to the black-robed old man, "If I enter the Dark Spirit Domain, I will certainly keep a close eye out for potions that can stabilize Spell Models."
A smile appeared on the black-robed old man's face. "Heh heh, with those words from Mage Merlin, perhaps this old man can live a few more years..."
The black-robed old man was naturally very satisfied that Merlin could make such a promise. His current condition was merely temporarily stable; with