On the runway of JFK International Airport, on the ramp of this oversized, ultra-luxurious black private jet, Ms. Auroro's fiancé is waiting for his guests.

He was a handsome young black man.

He wore a slightly strange black robe, a pure black, gown-like robe with some incomprehensible patterns, but it fit well, and when put on, it was almost like a suit.

He also wears a pair of leather sandals, much like the "royal sandals" worn by the nobles of ancient Egypt.

His hair was short, and his black eyes looked very capable, and he waited for a few guests to walk up the gangway with his hands behind his back, in a gentle but serious manner.

"Hello, my name is T'Challa."

After everyone walked up to the gangway, the young man, who was somewhat similar to Eric, said to Eric very casually:

"I'm the son of T'Chaka the Panther, and theoretically, you should call me brother."

Eric looked at the outstretched hand of the son of the panther in front of him, he hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took the hand, and said to T'Challa who was smiling in front of him:

"Hello, T'Challa, my name is Eric... Son of Entjobe. ”

"Prince Enjob was a cousin who grew up with my father, and they had a very good relationship with each other, and for Uncle Enjob's misfortune..."

A flash of sadness flashed across T'Challa's face, and he patted Eric on the shoulder, and said:

"I'm sorry."

"You've never told me before that the man who was buried with princely rites had a son."

At Merlin's side, Auroro said to T'Challa with a disgruntled expression:

"If Merlin hadn't come to me, I'd have been kept in the dark, T'Challa, why are you hiding this?"

"Because it's not a good thing, my Auroro."

Teacha, who looked to be in his 20s and was slightly older than Eric, stretched his hand around Auroro's waist, and the mild-mannered prince explained softly:

"Uncle Entjob's affair is about a division within the royal family, which has been going on for a long time, and as princes and future queens, we should not get involved in it. Actually, I just learned about Eric's existence. ”

T'Challa glanced at Merlin and said:

"My father hid Eric's existence from the entire kingdom, and he allowed a Wakanda bloodline to remain in the outside world, whether he lived or died, which is not my father's style, and I don't know why he did it."

"So, maybe we can go and ask His Majesty."

Merlin chimed in:

"I'm Eric's guardian, Merlin. Riley"

He stretched out his hand to Teca and said very calmly:

"I believe that Lady Auroro has told you who I am, Your Highness the Prince, that I am a secret agent. But this trip is not an official affair, it is my private affair. ”

"Hello, Mr. Merlin."

Techa stretched out his hand and shook Merlin's hand, and he said to Merlin in a wary but polite tone:

"Wakanda welcomes all our approved guests, and by recommending you to me, Auroro proves that she trusts you, and as her fiancé, I trust you as much as she does."

"We'll be taking off soon."

His Royal Highness the Prince glanced at the surrounding scenery and said:

"It's going to be a long journey, but I've got comfortable rooms, delicious food and wine to suit your tastes, and if you're too tired, there's a jacuzzi and a professional masseuse on board."

He glanced at Merlin and Eric's clothes, and he said:

"And, after taking off, you also need to ask the tailor to make a Wakanda dress for the two of you, and your hair needs to be taken care of, especially your, Eric, the unique cultural form of dreadlocks is not very well received in Wakanda..."

His Royal Highness the Prince walked into his palace-like cabin with two guests, and said to Merlin and Eric:

"It's going to be tedious, but it's a must if you want to see my father."

"T'Challa is right."

Auroro took off her visor and sunglasses, and she turned back to Merlin and Eric and said:

"Wakanda, despite its advanced technology, is still a feudal country... I don't really like to be there, it's depressing, but it's home after all. ”

"I understand."

Merlin nodded, and he said:

"I don't have any opinion on the diversity of civilizations."

He glanced at Eric, and he said:

"He won't have a problem either."

"That's good."

T'Challa, a handsome African, smiled, showing two rows of white teeth, clapped his hands, and several servants came out with all sorts of food and drink, and soon the table was filled with food.

Two robed women also walked up to Merlin and Eric, measuring their bodies with a tape measure.

"Let's eat something first."

T'Challa made a "please" gesture to the others, saying:

"It's been a long journey, and maybe we can share each other's stories."

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A non-stop flight from New York to Africa was indeed a long journey, and T'Challa's plane flew fast and steadily, and it was so large that it was like a moving palace.

The interior is upscale, but it's not tacky.

His Royal Highness the Prince T'Challa clearly had a very deep aesthetic, and he designed the elegant decoration of his plane, with some ornamental plants in glass cases around the concourse.

"It's a fun game."

His Royal Highness sat on the sofa and played Gwent with Merlin, a game with simple rules that was easy to play, and after a few rounds, the prince was in the groove.

He threw down a card and said to Merlin:

"I heard Auroro say you're a witcher?"

"Yes."

Merlin also drew a card and threw it on the table, and he took out his wolf head pendant from the lining of his clothes, and said to T'Challa:

"But I'm not your typical witcher."

"You may not know, Mr. Merlin."

T'Challa said with interest:

"Actually, in Africa, there used to be a tradition of demon hunters, and of course, we would call this profession 'demon hunters'. For a long time after the darkness of the European Middle Ages ended, the dark anomalies moved to the more remote and conservative interior of Africa, and witchers followed. ”

He looked at the wolf's head pendant around Merlin's neck, and he said:

"Until I was born, there were strange creatures in some very remote forests or swamps. When I was a child, I saw my father hire witchers to remove the aliens who hurt the people, but their pendants were not the same as yours, their pendants were birds of prey, they used toxins, crossbows, and all kinds of magical potions. ”

"Oh, that's supposed to be the witcher of the Flying Lion School."

Merlin Says:

"They are a very rare inheritance among the witchers, they are the wise men of the witchers, and it is rare to see the witchers of the Flying Lion School in Europe at present. However, according to you, Your Highness T'Challa, the Flying Lion School should have migrated to Africa as a whole... And it's been passed down here. Well, that's good surprise. ”

After Merlin finished speaking, he glanced at the cards on the table, and then threw down the last weather card, reducing the field attack of all the siege units in the rear that T'Challa had carefully arranged to 1, which made T'Challa, who had the advantage, be overturned in an instant.

"I won."

Merlin put his hand on the table, and he said to T'Challa:

"From a beginner's point of view, you're playing well, Your Highness."

"Okay."

The son of the panther also shrugged his shoulders, and he put his hand on the table, and said to Merlin:

"This witcher's game is quite interesting."

He didn't mean to play it, and after admitting defeat generously, he waved his finger, and the bald woman in a red robe who had been standing beside him since just now, with a serious breath, turned around, took out a box from the collection cabinet of the plane, and handed it to His Royal Highness the Prince.

T'Challa placed the box on the table and pushed it to Merlin, saying:

"This is the spoils you won from me, please don't refuse."

Merlin glanced at T'Challa and then at the stern-faced warrior, who reminded him of the fierce Wakanda warrior from 1992, their faces all somewhat similar.

He reached out and opened the wooden box in front of him.

Inside is a silver glittering long sword, which is in the style of a half-hand sword, and the handguard adopts the simplest and most classic cross type, and the blade is simple and simple, but has a different beauty.

Merlin reached out and touched the blade of the longsword, the cold sharpness that made him nod slightly.

What's more important is the material of the sword.

Pure vibranium production...

If Lingdie was allowed to see this sword, she would probably go crazy.

"What does that mean?"

Merlin did not take the sword calmly, he looked up at T'Challa, he pushed his glasses, and asked:

"Although you are a prince, and although Wakanda is rich in vibranium, I don't think that you will be so generous as to lose a treasure worth at least 100 million as a bet."

"Tell me, Prince T'Challa, what do you want to express? Or, what do you want me to do for you? ”

"It's a reward."

T'Challa took the juice from the servant, and he leaned back on the couch, raised his glass to Merlin, and said:

"From my personal reward, I heard from Auroro about your past with Eric. You raised Eric as a child to be what he is now, and you protect him like a father. You let him study, instead of letting him go down the wrong path, making him an excellent researcher, giving him a new life, a new life. ”

His Royal Highness the Prince sighed and said:

"This was supposed to be what we were going to do, but we couldn't, and my father cruelly left my young cousin to fend for himself in the outside world... This is not right, but thankfully, you, Mr. Merlin, have shown up to give us a chance to atone for our sins. ”

"The Wakanda royal family has a difficult heritage, I only have one sister, and now, I have an extra brother."

There was undisguised joy in T'Challa's eyes, and the gentle and kind prince said:

"A suitable weapon is not enough to express my gratitude, and I will send my gratitude again after meeting my father."

"No need."

Merlin listened to T'Challa's explanation, he nodded, took the heavy hand and half sword, and in the flash of magic the sword was put back in his pocket, and he said to the prince in front of him:

"That's enough, and besides, I didn't adopt Eric for any pay, just because the kid saved me..."

Speaking of this, Merlin glanced at the female warrior who was guarding the prince's side, and said:

"I've also been helped by Wakanda, this lady, I don't know, do you know a female warrior named Okoye?"

Hearing the name, the indifferent warrior finally had a change in her expression, she glanced at Merlin, and said in a cold voice:

"Okoye is my sister... My name is Orkna. ”

"I see."

Merlin nodded, and he said to T'Challa and Orkna in front of him:

"If it wasn't for Ms. Okoye's time, I wouldn't have been able to fight back in that 1992 fight. Lady Orkna, your sister was a true warrior who maintained her glory until her death, and she died for the mission of the Black Panther, which may seem to you a rare honor, but unfortunately I was not able to save her at the time. ”

"No need to apologize, Mr. Merlin."

Orkna said expressionlessly:

"The Doramigi Guard is the most loyal claw of the Panthers, and it is not an unacceptable ending for my sister to die for her mission."

"Mr. Merlin, I have a personal request."

When Merlin and Orkana had finished their exchange, T'Challa sat up straight and said to Merlin:

"I wonder what really happened on the night of 1992 ... Why did my father suddenly appear in a North American city, and why did he send the Doramiji Guard to hunt down a murderer? And most importantly, why did he leave my cousin behind? ”

Merlin hesitated a little as he glanced at the closed door in front of him, where Eric was probably still collecting his face.

He breathed a sigh of relief and said to T'Challa:

"Because your uncle made a mistake."

"Prince Njob was planning a dangerous affair with Ulysses. Crowe stole a vibranium from Wakanda, and your father came to question him. ”

"Unfortunately, that brotherly interrogation was eventually interrupted, and your father sent Njob back to Wakanda for trial, presumably in an attempt to spare his life, but the Hydra killer who had been tracking me attacked, and Prince Njob was involved."

"As for Okoye, it should have been sent by the Black Panthers for revenge after Prince Entjob's death."

"I see!"

T'Challa's brow furrowed, a fact beyond his guesses, but plausible.

After a moment, he looked at Merlin, and he said:

"Did you tell Eric about this fact?"

"He knows something."

Merlin Says:

"But I don't think it's up to me to talk about it... Your father, the Black Panther, should explain all this to him..."

"After all, this is an internal affair of your Wakanda royal family."

"Hmm."

T'Challa also nodded, and he said:

"You're right, Mr. Merlin, indeed... It's really up to my dad to explain, and I'm curious to know why he did that..."

The prince turned his head to look out the window at the dawn, and said:

"There are still 5 hours..."

"All the truth will be revealed."