A young man with dark hair and pale skin emerged from the eastern gates.
The moment he made his presence known, the crowd immediately began cheering for him. Truth be told, they would cheer for anyone except Merlin. They truly wanted the fraud to lose.
Slade was clad in black armor and was already wielding a sharp saber. His expression dripped with arrogance, and the way he looked at Merlin… cold and dismissive… was as if he was staring down at an insect.
Seeing the hideous face paint and the bizarre and colorful clothes the man was wearing, Slade couldn't help but sneer, his tone oozing with disdain, "Fuckin' clown."
Merlin's smile deepened.
"We meet again… Slade."
The youth from the Tower of Daybreak frowned. He couldn't recall ever meeting this clown.
"I'm going to enjoy hurting you," Merlin said with a wide grin. "And when I'm done with you… you'd wish you were dead."
