Their wizard finally appeared, safe and healthy, and the witchcraft fluctuations on his body continued to surge, making people feel an indescribable strong pressure with just a slight sense.

This made the wizards of Silver Castle very excited.

You know, their wizard was already a wizard at the peak of the fourth level of truth before, and now he has made another step forward and is very close to the fifth level of spirit ring. Who knows when he will officially break through, cross that threshold, and become a powerful fifth level spirit ring.

Level 5 spiritual ring.

A fifth-level spiritual ring that surpasses the fourth-level true meaning.

Not only the wizards of Silver Castle, but other wizarding organizations and warlock heritages also knew about it. So, they all came over, and when facing the wizards of Silver Castle, they were very humble, courteous, and used ingratiating tones.

Even though the wizards of Silver Castle were relatively cold and bloody, they were also feeling a little proud at this moment.

Yes, after all, in the future, Silver Castle became a powerful wizard organization suppressed by a level five spirit ring.

The atmosphere was warm, gorgeous court music was playing, exotic sirens were singing softly, the singing was lingering, wizards and sorcerers were having a night banquet, the atmosphere was harmonious, and all of this looked so beautiful.

But soon, this atmosphere was broken.

"Well, why are there more people coming?" A wizard looked up and suddenly found that some warlocks in silver robes appeared outside at some point.

Morin walked in slowly with a large number of Gintama warlocks.

The originally lively night banquet suddenly became quiet. Many wizards and warlocks couldn't help but look over, and their ambiguous gazes fell on Morin in front of them.

"I'm Morin, Morin Olsen." Morin was not moved at all by the gaze. He looked forward and looked at the middle-aged man sitting in the middle position, the lord of the Silver Castle, a powerful fourth-level true existence who had already stepped half a foot into the threshold of the fifth-level spirit ring. He spoke and first introduced himself.

"I am the new owner of the Silver Soul Hand. I heard that the Silver Castle was celebrating, so I came over to take a look myself."

"And come and meet the wizards."

Morin spoke in a low voice, an indescribable smirk on his face.

"Wizard Morin, I remember we didn't invite you." A fourth-level true meaning of Silver Castle looked at Morin and spoke coldly. He was none other than the Silver Castle wizard who had gone to the Gintama's Hand and witnessed Morin's coronation.

"Yeah, you didn't invite me, but I thought it would be better for me to come and see for myself."

The expression on Morin's face remained unchanged as he spoke.

At this moment, the expressions on the faces of all the wizards in Silver Castle became gloomy.

This is a provocation.

And it's at this time.

Almost subconsciously, the aura of the Silver Castle wizards suddenly accumulated and pressed towards Morin and the Silver Soul warlocks in front.

In this environment, they did not display their full aura, but this vague sense of oppression was enough to make people terrified. You know, the wizards of Silver Castle were known for their bloodiness and indifference, and their aura was naturally extraordinary. When they were put together, it made people tremble just thinking about it.

Morin's eyes moved slightly, but there was not much reaction, as if he had not felt the pressure.

The Silver Castle wizard who had spoken just now looked gloomy and was about to attack Morin, but at this moment, the Silver Castle Master sitting in the front seat suddenly spoke.

"Well, here comes the guest. Since the new owner of the Gintama Hand is here, then welcome him." The Master of the Silver Castle spoke lightly. He was a middle-aged man with a very pale face and light eyebrows. He did not have much of the aura of a living person. He was more like a statue, just for people to look up to and pray to.

"Molin, please sit down."

Gama, the head of Silver Castle, pointed to a seat in front.

On the surface, it looked like Gama was simply pointing, but in Morin's eyes, that was not the case.

Everything around has changed, twisted, blurred, reversed, the picture faded, changing people's perception, making people fall into a state of frenzy.

Maureen smiled, as if he didn't feel anything unusual at all, and sat there with Diana and the others.

In Morin's eyes, there was a dark red halo flowing and slowly dissipating.

It was as if a bubble suddenly burst.

In the main seat.

Gama was silent.

After a long time, he raised the goblet in his hand, toasted to Morin, and said, "Morin, Morin Olsen, respected new owner of the Silver Soul Hand, welcome to the banquet."

“I’m honored.”

Morin smiled and nodded slightly. He behaved very properly, like a young man from an ancient aristocratic family.

Gama and Maureen were talking and smiling.

What no one saw was that a horrible wound had appeared on his chest and blood was constantly flowing out, but was constantly being evaporated by his witchcraft.