Reader Mage-Stubbing August 10! Chapter 151: 151-The World Isn’t Black Or White

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Merlin stiffened. His chin quivered, and cold sweat rolled down his back. Even if he wanted to go against the order he was given by the mystery man, he had lost the ability to speak. The last time he had felt this type of fear was when the lady in black had crept up behind him during his fight with the Ice Wyverns. And hers paled in comparison to what he was feeling now. Were the two individuals related? This guy and that lady? Were they together in the mysterious organization? Since he couldn’t speak up, Merlin’s mind went into overdrive. Countless thoughts rushed through his head without giving him a moment to settle down and sort through them. Ways to escape, ways to call for help, who the man beside him was, who the lady in black was, why exactly was he being caught up with mysterious people, and were they involved in the reason why Nikolai almost died. Questions, questions, questions. Merlin felt like his head would explode from the lack of answers plaguing him. He clenched his jaw. “Relax,” said the man. “As long as you keep quiet, I have no intention of killing you.” Then why am I feeling so much murderous intent pouring out of you? Merlin thought, wanting to ask the man; but his mouth remained slammed shut. “I’ve always wanted to speak with you, Merlin Tyrrell,” the man continued. “But you’ve been subconsciously keeping a distance from me despite how I opened my doors to you. I had no choice but to come to you instead.” Merlin’s brows furrowed even further. What the heck was the man talking about? The man’s eyes shifted to the pictures of Professor Dmitri on Merlin’s phone and smiled. “I see you got my gift. Good. That’s a sign of my proposal for a truce with you. I do hope that you don’t hold any grudges against me because of your friend Nikolai.” Merlin’s pulse raced, and the man’s grip tightened on his arm. “You really should calm down. There’s no point in getting riled up here. It will achieve nothing.” Just from the words the man had said, Merlin came to the definitive conclusion that he was the mastermind behind the drugs that destroyed Nikolai’s life. In other words, the person Merlin had been seeking all this while—the person he had pushed Sunny to find—was seated beside him at this moment. He could have his revenge now. All he had to do was hold him down and find a way to pass across the message to the headmaster that the person they were seeking was right here in the academy’s ground. But there was no way someone who was smart enough to evade the Consortium Guild would walk right into the camp of the opposition if he was not certain that he could escape. This man was dangerous. Merlin took a deep breath and relaxed. The man glanced at his arm and smiled. “You’re a smart kid,” the man said. “You seem to have realized that trying to play the hero would be a most unwise choice. I like you even more.” Merlin didn’t say anything, deciding to play along without any more resistance. “Dmitri Volkov,” the man continued, relaxing his grip on Merlin’s arm in accordance with Merlin’s resignation. “I understand your anger towards me, but shouldn’t you be focusing your annoyance on this man instead? Nikolai is his brother, and you would be a fool to not have noticed the way your friend was being treated by him. He was also the one who sent the boy to us, desperate to be strong to please his brother. I’d say your fury is misplaced.” Merlin wouldn’t be deceived by those words. Yes, he was aware that Professor Dmitri was not the best of persons to Nikolai, and he was the cause of all that had happened to Nikolai, but he would not let the mastermind behind countless of unreported Berserkers going on a rampage deceive him into thinking he was not at fault. He saw no reason to redirect his fury; after all, he already had a good chunk of it reserved for Professor Dmitri. Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. “Hmmm. Not enough then,” the man said, noticing that his word