56 Chapter 56
Merlin feels that he has been better for nearly a thousand years, and his heart disease has recently had a tendency to recur.
He used to be the valet of the Carmellot royal family, driven by the notoriously difficult King Arthur for many years, and had to work for Gaius from time to time, so he naturally knows how to take good care of a person. As the eldest young master of the Xavier family, he has had no worries about food and clothing since he was a child, although West cannot be said to be industrious and indistinguishable, but it is not much better. As a result, after being quickly promoted to a member of the dog abuse group, the mage naturally took on the responsibility of raising the hermit in an open and honest manner, and enjoyed it very much.
It's just that even if he wants to, he can take care of West, and some people's living habits are too worrying.
"Honestly, how the hell did you survive until now?"
With a wry smile, he threw all the expired ingredients in the refrigerator into the trash. Merlin sighed, and stuffed the fresh fruits and vegetables he had brought into it, a little glad that he had been prepared when he came, and had never dared to overestimate West's self-care ability in this regard.
Just look at his virtue of often forgetting to eat breakfast. I'd rather leave my food in the fridge moldy than get my hands dirty and get myself something decent. I really don't know whether to say that he is rich and capricious, or lazy out of a level.
Set aside some space for a wide range of bottled juices. Although the eldest young master has always lived casually and eats whatever he wants, he has an extraordinary love for all juices in glass bottles, no matter what taste he comes, so that his refrigerator is like an orchard farm display counter all year round, and in Merlin's eyes, it is a rare hobby worthy of praise.
"Danish rolls and cereal, how's that?" Taking two eggs and gesturing in front of him, the mage didn't look back.
"Hmm."
Standing at the bar, he nodded sleepily, and West, who was still fighting with his eyelids, didn't hear what Merlin said, but yawned extremely sleepily.
Today is a sunny weekend, there is no morning class, there is no professor with a black face, and there is no boring course paper, according to the temperament of the hermit, he had no intention of spending this day awake. However, I couldn't stand myself who had never had a normal routine and found a boyfriend who had never had an abnormal schedule.
"I shouldn't have given you the key at all, I regret it now." With the sound of the curtains being opened, the bright morning sun did not fall on the body. West wailed and covered his head, and by the way, he kicked away the archmage who snatched his quilt, trying to continue to collapse on the bed and pretend to be dead: "Merlin, if you shake me again, I'll throw you out!" I'm serious!! It's true!!!!! β
"Then you get up and throw it away." Unmoved, Merlin couldn't lift the quilt, and began to try to drag the hermit directly out of bed from various angles: "Hurry up!" Get up!! You said you wanted to go out with me yesterday!! β
"Don't pull my pillow!!" Struggling desperately under the mage's hands, West curled up in pain on the bed: "I want to sleep!! β
"As long as you sleep, you don't want me?"
"Don't! Parted!! Parted!!!! β
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Can this be said nonsense?
β¦β¦ It's really underwhelming.
Twitching the corners of his mouth, Merlin felt that he was still too gentle with this little bastard.
You forced me to do this. Shrugged, and simply let go of the tightly wrapped ball in his hand. The archmage's eyes flashed, and he threw himself directly on the bed, pressing under him with the quilt.
"I think you might have some misunderstanding about me." I rolled my eyes under the weight of an adult, and I had to open the quilt and gasp. Merlin smiled and looked at West, who only had one head exposed in his arms, lowered his eyes, and pecked him lightly on the lips: "Even if you and I don't take it seriously, there are some things that don't be said so easily." β
"You don't want to know what I'm going to do to you when I'm angry, Will."
The light gray pupils seemed to have a golden flash of vanishing, like the most beautiful morning sun in the early morning, which led people to reverie, and West was a little stunned for a while. And the mage would not give him a chance to be in a daze, taking advantage of the young man's lack of investigation, he lowered his head and gnawed his neck, and at the same time reached out from under the quilt into the messy pajamas, successfully causing the hermit to stiffen, and there was no sleepiness in his eyes.
Merlin wanted to do something unspeakable, it was already obvious.
And irritatingly, for reasons known to him, it was impossible for him to completely ignore his frustration in the morning.
"Are you really?!"
The wheezing sound grew louder and the instinctive reaction became stronger. I don't know where Merlin hit, West suddenly gasped, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and stopped licking and biting his head repeatedly in his throat.
"Don't you think I'm not serious enough?"
Innocently blinked, his expression kept to the innocence of a daze that could drive West crazy. Merlin's hand slid and his slightly cold fingertips swept across the hot skin, bringing up a series of moans that were stuck in the throat of the young man. Recite.
"Hmm...... I was wrong......!! β
Those who know the times are Junjie. Completely untempered by the mage, the hermit finally disarmed and surrendered: "Can't I get up right away?" Merlin, please take your hands off the way!! β
"Good."
Just waiting for his words, he didn't dare to go too far, for fear that he would not be able to clean it up in the end. When Merlin heard this, he immediately got up from the boy, stood beside the bed, and happily stroked his messy brown hair:
"But the next time you beg me in bed, I won't be so easy to stop."
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"I'll make you breakfast."
Having succeeded in provoking the hermit to a blind face, the archmage whistled with ease, and immediately dodged out the door, just in time to block a pillow flying towards his head.
If it weren't for today's events, the atmosphere just now would have been pretty good.
It's a bit of a pity to smack my lips, after all, I don't know how long it will be until the next time I can trap West in bed defenseless. Merlin smiled sneeringly, and walked down the stairs to the West's kitchen to the angry slamming of the door of the Hermit.
"By the way, where are you going today?" With Danish rolls in his mouth, he sat at the table and waited for Merlin to make him a cup of coffee. West chewed two bites of fluffy bread and finally remembered that he seemed to be concerned about his boyfriend's schedule.
"Beat."
Glancing at him, Merlin turned around with two cups of coffee: "Arthur is about to have a birthday, and I only have time this weekend to pick out a gift for him." β
"Oh." Nodding, I'm quite familiar with this place name. The Hermit looked down and pondered for a moment what Beat's place was, and finally remembered it after being reminded by the mage.
"The Village?" Taking the quilt handed by Merlin, West was slightly puzzled: "Pister doesn't have many seasonal products, do you really want to buy something for Arthur there?" β
"They've always had discounts."
Shrug. Merlin's expression was a little helpless: "Besides, that guy doesn't lack anything, and he just wants me to give him a gift just to see me running around and worrying about my nerves...... Just send it away. β
"That's right." I drank my coffee and finished my bread in a few or two clicks. The boy clapped his hands, and finally came to the interest:
"But let's be serious this year. In a different place, it seems interesting that we will give him a gift together to surprise Arthur. β
The Knights are all some of the richest second generations in the UK, especially Arthur, the Eternal King will have more glory and attention than ordinary people even if he is reincarnated. If you want to give him something that can catch his eyes, it will naturally not be bad, at least the price is not affordable for ordinary people.
And in terms of material matter alone, with the support of Professor X and President Stark, who can buy half of New York, where can West be an ordinary person?
"Are you sure it's really good here?"
More than an hour later, standing on the bustling streets of Oxford in London's West End, Merlin looked at this capitalist world where every shop sign shimmered with gold, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly: "I have a strong feeling that you will finally sell me to pay off my debts." β
"How is that possible?"
Looking at the mage in surprise, West raised the credit card in his hand and shook it, his expression was firm: "You know, this card is worth a lot more than you." β
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The archmage suddenly wanted to scratch him to death with a claw.
The world of local tyrants has always been relatively difficult to understand, and Merlin has learned enough about this in the past. Although he had long realized what West's Xavier surname represented, it was the first time he had intuitively experienced the overwhelming advantage of the eldest young master in money, and it really felt quite fresh.
Of course, it would be nice if he could have made more constructive comments.
Watching the hermit stuff the credit card into his hand, drop the sentence "You can ΓΓΓ the password as you like" and go to someone's ice cream stall to squat, Merlin couldn't cry or laugh.
He found a boyfriend here, and obviously found a son for himself to raise.
"Sometimes I wonder if you're an adult. Serena Williams. β
ββ¦β¦ You're only three years old, Merlin, and you can't do it any more. β
snatched the ice cream from West's hand, and lifted it up with the advantage of height, no matter how the boy jumped. The Archmage sneered mercilessly, and the Hermit immediately retorted. The two of them have lived together for an unknown number of years, and they are standing on the busiest street in the UK, having fun in front of tourists coming and going, and at a glance they know that they are a young couple who openly show their affection, and when they pass by, passers-by whistle several times, and even take out their mobile phones to take pictures.
However, all this excitement came to an abrupt end with a huge explosion half a minute later.
'Whoa-la-'
Tightening his pupils at the moment of crisis, West pulled Merlin, who was facing away from the scene, and at the same time raised his hand, and the oncoming broken glass almost stopped in mid-air against the mage's back. If he had reacted half a second slower, Merlin would have been stabbed by countless shards of glass that were enough to kill him.
Like the people around them who couldn't dodge and fell to the ground.
Just a little bit.
That's just a little bit.
I couldn't help but think of the girl who had died in my arms. He jerked his head up, his eyes, which had been as clear as the clear sky, stained with a hint of angry blood.
"What the hell is going on?"
Stunned, he looked around at the crowd that began to scream and flee after being shocked. Merlin straightened up from West's arms and looked back in the direction of the attack. All you can see is the smoke and dust that covered almost the entire block after the explosion.
Holding out a finger against his temple, West opened the spiritual net of mental teleportation, constantly searching every corner where his spiritual power could reach.
And it didn't take long for his face to become a little strange.
"Come back to New York with me when you graduate, Merlin."
I just wanted to ask, but I was stunned by West's words that the donkey's lips were not right for the horse's mouth. The mage blinked suspiciously, looking at the young man's serious and non-joking expression, and hesitated a little: "Of course you can, but ...... Why? β
"Because this part of the UK always gives me unwanted 'surprises!!
Control the airflow and grit your teeth to disperse the surrounding dust and mist. The hermit had nothing to love in his life, and rolled his eyes at the star agent in a suit running towards him not far away, intending to just act as if he hadn't seen anything.
Of course, it's best not to find out he's here.
"We're standing here and getting in the way of our business, so we'll go over there and get out of the way."
Thinking of this, West immediately turned around and tried to make a final struggle.
ββ¦β¦ Yes? β
Merlin still didn't realize what was happening, but he didn't ask much and obediently followed the boy away.
However.
βCatοΌοΌ βββ
Mr. 007's voice is very deep and sexy at all times, and it is a good voice to seduce people. But for West, who is well versed in his superficial nature, nine out of ten means trouble that he can't shake off.
Twitching the corners of his mouth, he took Merlin's hand and walked faster.
"Wei, is that person calling you?" Looking at the young man's blue face, the black-haired mage asked cautiously.
"It's not."
The hermit replied simply.
But the next second.
"Wait! CatοΌοΌ CatοΌ - West Xavier!! β
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Merlin wittily said that he hadn't heard anything just now.