Catastrophe Card King
Chapter 1768 - 537: Master Merlin’s Divine Creation Plan_2

Chapter 1768: Chapter 537: Master Merlin’s Divine Creation Plan_2

"Hmm."

Leonard Churchill also nodded his head.

In his hand, he had seven versions of the [Unrivaled National Hero].

But the one he chose was not the Primordial Template, but a revised version suitable for a Dragon Descendant.

Leonard Churchill had read various Classic Books at the Royal Academy, which indicated that as long as the materials were good enough, this Profession Card could even outperform the Primordial Template in effectiveness, with a higher upper limit.

The only trouble was that the conditions required for crafting were also very high.

Camilla picked up on Leonard Churchill’s change in expression with keen sensitivity, guessing what he was thinking, and said directly: "You can go find Master Merlin."

Upon hearing this, Leonard Churchill was taken aback and said, "Master Merlin is here?"

Camilla nodded: "Yes, he’s in the laboratory. He went to the Southern Continent for a trip, but after coming back, he relocated his laboratory to the vicinity of the Imperial Mausoleum."

Now, with wars ravaging the Southern Continent and the East Wilderness, and pioneers everywhere in the Old Continent... nowhere was safe, except the Imperial Mausoleum was a bit more stable.

At least with the protection of the Imperial Mausoleum Restraints, card masters below the Ninth Rank would find it easy to enter but impossible to leave.

"Oh... that’s convenient."

Leonard Churchill was still pondering where to find Master Merlin for assistance in crafting, and to his surprise, he was right here.

Thinking again that Master Merlin was also a member of the Illumination Secret Society, he began to understand.

It now seemed that this secretive organization was the "Shadow Guardian" of the Card Master Civilization. Although not the upholder of the Augustus imperial authority, the two were still intricately connected.

...

During the banquet, Tracy Garcia still locked herself in her room.

Although she did not appear, everyone in the castle could feel a presence as if a Demon God had descended.

The aura was powerful and familiar.

Leonard had felt it before from Susu Garcia.

He knew that Tracy Garcia was accepting the Garcia Family’s inheritance of power.

Extreme sorrow could sometimes be beneficial for an Extraordinary Man of his tier.

The passing on of the Garcia Family’s inheritance had always been confidential and singular; no one knew exactly what happened, not even Leonard Churchill or Camilla disturbed it.

After dinner, Leonard Churchill went alone to the laboratory underneath the castle.

Griffith was a Ninth Rank expert proficient in Space Law; she personally designed the castle, and beneath it lay a vast and mysterious space.

It was like a huge pit, with a dark stone staircase spiraling downwards along the rock wall. After descending several hundred meters, the light gradually came into view.

This was the most secretive area of the entire castle, with various Restrictions spread throughout.

Leonard Churchill certainly knew why.

Master Merlin’s research was very special and also very dangerous. The Restrictions were in place to prevent external probing and to prevent threats from within the laboratory from spreading outside.

The dim Magic Lamp illuminated a ten-meter vicinity on the rock wall. As Leonard Churchill descended, he saw hundreds of black-tech devices in operation before him.

An old man with wild white hair and sticky octopus tentacles emerging from his back was absorbed in tinkering with something in front of a device.

"Master Merlin."

Leonard Churchill walked down, greeting with a smile.

Master Merlin’s hands and eight tentacles did not pause; he simply turned his head to look for a moment and said, "Ah, young Leonard, you’re here."

Continuing, the forthright old man added, "By the way, you’ve used the Genetic Anchoring Potion, right? Draw a vial of blood for me quickly; I need a sample."

Leonard Churchill sighed with a smile, already accustomed to the old man’s personality but still found such a direct approach rather abrupt.

However, he didn’t comment and rolled up his sleeves, cooperating as the tentacles helped him draw blood.

As Merlin was inserting the needle, something occurred to him, and he asked, "By the way, Leonard lad, did you bring me any materials?"

"Yes."

Leonard Churchill smiled and took out several Storage Rings that he had previously sorted and prepared.

Noah Wright had already messaged him that the old man needed some biological materials.

Having found many rare species in the Magical Beast Forest, he brought them over.

Master Merlin took the Storage Rings, and his old face immediately shone with delight, exclaiming, "Ah, [Thornback Dragon Python] with a Mythical Bloodline, Hellish Breed [Thunder Lizard], a Mythical Species [Golden Gryphon]... all good stuff. Huh, you actually caught a live Ghostly Species [Hell Resentment Nun]? Tsk tsk, that’s a rare item, from the Netherworld Channel, right?"

"Yes."

Leonard Churchill nodded and said, "I encountered it when I was at the Netherworld Channel, so I captured it on the way."

He knew that Master Merlin’s research wasn’t only about ordinary creatures; unusual creatures were also within his scope of study.

At the same time, he inwardly marveled at Master Merlin’s extensive knowledge, recognizing creatures that he had only seen in Classic Books before at a glance.

Looking at the pale gold blood drawn, before even putting it into a device, Merlin seemed to sense something, exclaiming, "Whoa, you’ve made significant progress, lad! These Extraordinary Traits in your blood are even beyond those of an Eighth-Order Magical Beast. Tsk tsk... what a freak."

Then as if struck by a thought, he asked, "Don’t tell me you’re here to craft an Eighth Order profession card?"

"Hmm."

Without beating around the bush, Leonard Churchill directly took out the Profession Card crafting template for the [Unrivaled National Hero], along with more than a dozen Classic Books related to this Sequence.

Seeing the signs of age on the book covers, Master Merlin immediately guessed the origin of these books, surprised, "Did you, lad, rob the Royal Academy?"

He had returned to the Old Continent much earlier and had since been engrossed in his laboratory, completely unaware of subsequent events.

"These Classic Books indeed come from the Royal Academy, but I certainly don’t have the means to rob it..."