Many Silver Soul warlocks received the best treatment and had good positions. In this regard, not to mention other wizarding organizations, even the warlocks of Silver Castle could not compare.

The wizards and sorcerers thought that this was just a temporary change, and later, the wizards of Silver Castle would take action to forcefully suppress the Silver Soul sorcerers. But in the end, everything was still as good as ever, nothing changed, and nothing happened.

Morin was having dinner with many Gintama warlocks. After the banquet was over, they all followed Morin and left together.

The other warlocks looked at this scene in shock and confusion, not knowing why this happened.

"Take charge..." The wizard of Silver Castle looked at Gama sitting on the chair in front of him and couldn't help but shout.

Gama said nothing, just shook his head slightly.

He was injured, his injury wasn't particularly serious, but it wasn't particularly light either.

This made him very alert, and also very frightened and scared. After all, he was very old.

When the other wizards saw this scene, although they didn't know what was happening, they couldn't help but make some guesses in their minds.

The hand of Gintama is not to be provoked.

This is the conclusion reached by many wizarding organizations and warlock traditions. In fact, they are now even more cautious when facing the Hand of Gintama than before.

In any case, under a series of actions by Morin, the Hand of Gintama has completely established a foothold in the nearby wizard area. Maple Forest, a long-established wizard organization with strong prestige and reputation, and Silver Castle, a powerful wizard organization famous for its bloodiness and indifference, when facing Morin, one was violently wiped out and the other fell into silence, and could only let Morin and others leave safely at the celebration banquet hosted by the old leader. This can already explain a lot.

While many wizarding organizations and warlock inheritances were suspicious, Morin led the warlocks of the Silver Soul Hand and began the next action.

They wiped out some other wizard organizations around them, such as the Ring of Blood and Blue Flame, and then slowed down their expansion and began the final absorption, absorbing all the territories and the numerous resources therein.

"Molin, three inferior wizard organizations came here yesterday. They expressed their submission to us and said they would accept our control..."

"Also, the copper mother resources in the northern third area are being counted, and it is expected that the latest batch of copper mother will be delivered in about five days..."

Diana was very low and kept talking. She looked at Maureen in front of her with a strange look in her eyes.

Recently, the Gintama Hand has developed very fast and it is really good. At least Diana has never seen the Gintama Hand become like this before.

Maureen.

All of this is because of Maureen.

"Okay." Mo Lin nodded. He nodded and retracted his gaze, as if he had something on his mind. His eyes wandered for a while, but finally drooped slightly.

"Diana, thank you for your concern over these matters."

Maureen looked at the rather short Diana, smiled and said this.

Diana wanted to say something, but when she looked at Maureen who slowly turned and left, she couldn't help but sigh and said nothing more.

Yes, after all, that's how things are.

She sighed a little.

Maureen.

Morin dealt with the recent matters concerning the wizarding organization and had some plans and arrangements for his next affairs, but now, he did not do it. Instead, he returned to Gintama's hand and carefully selected a place.

He stood quietly, looking ahead, motionless, with a slight expression on his face, as if he were a statue.

In front of Morin, there was a newly built tomb. Above the tomb, there was a faint breath lingering. From time to time, it would form the shape of Aaron, then change and intertwine, and quickly disappear.

Aaron, Aaron.

Mo Lin looked at the graves in front of him and sighed softly in his heart.

Aaron is dead;

"Aaron, you died, but before you died, you saw the Gintama priests being killed by me, and the powerful Gintama Lord being trapped as the final part of the sacrifice. I believe you should be satisfied when you see this scene." Morin stretched out his hand and stroked the tombstone slowly. He kept talking as he stroked.

"After all, they treat you like that, a test subject, a test subject..."

"It's just a tool for extracting the blood of the Purgatory Serpent."

Morin murmured, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he smiled.

"I told you to die later so that you can see how others died. Now, you are probably satisfied to see the death of the Lord of Gintama and others before you die." Morin said as he slowly stretched out his hand forward.

A small snake made of green and red colors intertwined appeared in his palm. The small snake was swimming constantly, struggling and hissing. It looked at Morin with fear and pleading in its eyes.

Maureen didn't even look at the little snake.

Bang! As Morin's palm moved slightly, the little snake's body exploded immediately, turning into a puff of blood mist that slowly dissipated in the air.

"Qiao Li is your maid, and she deserves to die. I will kill her and let her come down to accompany you." Mo Lin slowly withdrew his hand. He looked at the grave in front of him and said this with a very calm expression on his face.

Aaron is dead.

He is already dead.

While in the Parsis subcontinent, Richard could no longer hold on, and he returned to Scran with his wife and children to inherit the Duchy of Scran, and now, finally, after a long time, Aaron also died.

Compared to Richard and Maureen, Aaron is undoubtedly a person full of sadness.

Since childhood, he has been a prince of a principality with a good family background. He has always liked his childhood sweetheart, Elena. However, he did not expect that he had the weakest qualifications. He could only watch Elena throw herself into the arms of the young gardener Kaili, and he could do nothing about it.

He was in pain.

Especially when they were on the boat, when Kaili was showing off to him, saying that Elena was a piece of trash who had been played with by others, Aaron, the boy who was born into a good aristocratic family, finally took action and killed Kaili.

But this doesn't mean the end of everything.

In the dark forest, Aaron still endured humiliation that ordinary people could hardly imagine, because he was the weakest in qualifications, a waste. In the world of wizards, such qualifications were no different from garbage.

Many people were laughing at him and constantly mocking him, including his mentor and those talented wizard seeds. They were all like this.

Finally, Aaron obtained the essence of the Black Mando Lava Serpent and became a Black Mando Lava Serpent Warlock. He finally succeeded and became a formal wizard. Moreover, he met the people of the Hand of Gintama and joined the powerful warlock inheritance of the Hand of Gintama.

However, fate is indeed fate.

The most impermanent.

The most teasing.

It is also the most fickle of fate.

In the eyes of many Gintama priests, Aaron is just a flesh and blood tool to produce the blood of the Purgatory Snake. They have been using Aaron to find the Purgatory world.

By this time, Aaron was dead.

Morin thought so and closed his eyes slightly.

"Before you died, you thanked me, thanked me, thanked me, whether it was Skran, in the Dark Forest, or in the hands of Gintama, you thanked me..." Morin's mouth moved, as if he smiled, and said, "It's not necessary, Aaron, it's not necessary."

"But you, why do you want to die?"

And Richard.

Maureen thought of Richard.

Scran, the Dark Forest, the Parsis subcontinent, and then to the wizarding continent of the wizarding world, this period of time, this period of time is really very long.

Aaron has come so long and so far, and his story ends.

The end of a story.

It’s really...good.

very good.

Morin was silent, his thoughts inexplicable and difficult to express. He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the tombstone.

As my hands brushed past, I felt a rough touch between my palms.