On the street near Kandahar, near the outskirts of the city, there is a small bar with no sign that is open.

Merlin was sitting behind the bar, a metal flask in his hand, and with the help of dexterous fingers and keen senses, the silver flask waved in his hand as if it had come to life.

The few drunken guys in front of him were a little dazzled.

"Smack"

With a soft thud, Merlin placed the flask in his hand on the counter that had been wiped clean, he twisted the flask, poured the blue-blue-green-green liquid into the goblet, then put a slice of lemon in front of the guy who was wearing a half-worn shoulder and an old, cloth-wrapped assault rifle at his feet.

"Your 'confusion'."

Merlin took the handkerchief he was handkerchief, wiped his fingers, and said to the half-drunk fellow:

"And, $20, thank you for your patronage."

"Well, that's great."

At night, the militants who had slipped out in search of merry picked up their glasses, took a sip, and let out a comfortable moan.

As Merlin watched, he muttered something, rummaged left and right in his pocket, and finally pulled out a crumpled pile of banknotes and placed them in front of Merlin's eyes.

"Well, that's all."

The guy said with a drifting look in his eyes:

"This time's wine money, the same as the last time, and the last time."

Merlin held out two fingers in disgust, pinched the note, and threw it into the counter. He lay down on the table a little bored, and said to the drunkard in front of him:

"You sneak out to drink again, won't your commander punish you?"

"Punishment? Ha, who's going to punish me? ”

The drunkard said with a hint of loss and despair:

"My commander was killed by a sniper yesterday, exactly the same as the previous one, and now I am elected leader. Those damn Americans are like they're crazy, and honestly, I don't know if I'll survive tomorrow. ”

"Look at the point."

Merlin comforted the militant in front of him, he took a wine glass from behind him, poured it with wine, and added ice, and pushed it in front of the disappointed fellow, saying:

"I asked you for this cup, I guess, you will definitely live for a long time."

"Thanks, Yuri."

The expression on the half-drunk fellow's face immediately became merry, and he picked up the glass, raised it to Merlin, and drank it down.

His eyes were completely confused.

Under the influence of alcohol, his already unstrong will became shaky again.

Oh yes, and as for "Yuri", that's Merlin's disguised name here.

"Yuri, you're really a good friend."

The drunken militant stammered to Merlin:

"If there had been no war, I would have invited you to my house. Invite you to meet my family and have a meal together, my Mia's lamb is the best food in the world, and my two loveliest children..."

"Oh? It's the first time I've heard that you still have family. ”

Merlin said to the guy in front of him as if he were chatting:

"And where are they now? Your wife, and your children. ”

"Dead."

The drunken guy seemed to be saying something ordinary, and his tone didn't fluctuate:

"1 month ago, it was killed by an American bomb. I'm the only one left, Merlin, and there are no more people left in my village. ”

“......”

Merlin was silent for a moment, then poured another glass of wine for the guy in front of him, and said:

"Condolences."

"Nothing, haha, Yuri, nothing."

The fellow raised his glass and said to Merlin:

"I'm going to die, maybe soon, and then we'll be reunited. Until then, I'll fight, like a man, and fight those damned Americans ... Hiccup, this wine is so good! ”

"You've drunk too much."

Merlin straightened up, and he said to the fellow, who was already thoroughly drunk:

"It's time for you to go back and rest. Also, what I've asked you to inquire about..."

"I inquired."

The drunken militant in front of Merlin said unsuspectingly:

"The badge you showed me, I saw it once in the mountains south of Kandahar the other day when I was delivering weapons with a convoy. They have a lot of people, a lot of weapons, just hiding in the mountains and fighting with the Americans. They are all heroes. ”

"The mountains of the south?"

Merlin nodded, and he said:

"I see, thanks for sharing, alright, you really should go back, if it's too late, your teammates will rush into my poor little bar and drag you back."

"I know, I know."

At Merlin's urging, the guy grabbed the assault rifle with strips of cloth wrapped around his feet, and he staggered to the door of the small bar. I don't know if he remembered something sad, he cried in a long voice as he walked.

His spirit had long since collapsed under the blow of the death of his family, and now he was only alive with an indifferent shell.

Said to be revenge, but Merlin guessed, the poor man who lost everything in the war, I'm afraid that now he is only living to live.

This is normal, after all, the vast majority of people are just ordinary people, they don't have the will, they don't have the strength, driven by hatred, to turn themselves into an avenger.

A few minutes later, a gunshot rang out from outside the door, along with exclamations from pedestrians.

Merlin continued to wipe the glass in his hand, and the dark perception spread, beyond the bar, on another street, where his guest was lying there, bleeding all over the floor, his head shattered by a flying bullet.

He's dead.

As he said, he died exactly the same as his chief and the previous one.

Maybe it was because the alcohol numbed his body, making it impossible for him to fight back, or maybe it was because he wasn't aware of the sniper's presence at all.

In short, he died.

He may not be a good person, but now he can finally be reunited with his family.

Merlin shook his head, he looked at the polished wine glass in his hand, and a moment later, he threw it in the trash.

It was as if the clean glass was stained with blood.

Merlin leaned on the bar, waiting for the next guest.

This small bar was opened by him 3 months ago, very small, street-facing house, with a few tables and chairs in it, and a few chairs by the bar.

Behind Merlin is a wooden wine cabinet filled with local and foreign wines.

To be honest, opening a bar in a *** country is a very stupid and eye-catching thing, Merlin didn't plan to do it, but change is always faster than planned, and the sudden change in the situation in this country within a few months has completely ruined Fury and Merlin's original plan.

But he soon had a new plan.

The small bar had been doing good business for the past month, which Merlin had expected, after all, when both sides were in the midst of an intensifying war, the warriors needed a place to relax.

A mixed environment can always attract all kinds of people, those from different places with different news, it is very scattered news, but little by little, you can finally get a complete puzzle.

Merlin is not in a hurry, and for the current situation, it is useless to be anxious.

Ten minutes later, another wave of guests arrived at Merlin's small bar, which didn't even have a name, but they weren't there for a drink.

"Save him, Yuri."

A middle-aged man covered in blood shouted in a pleading tone, and behind him, several young men carried an injured old man from the door panel, his abdomen bleeding incessantly, as if he had been pierced by a bullet.

And the middle-aged man who was praying to Merlin was the supplier of Merlin's bar, a merchant in the neighborhood, his name was Alep, and he was barely a friend Merlin had met during his months of stay.

"Save my father! Please. ”

Alepf prayed, knowing that Merlin's little bar had been a clinic a few months ago. And Merlin's original disguise was that he was an unlicensed doctor.

"Don't worry, Alep, I'll save him."

Merlin threw down the rag in his hand, and he stepped out of the bar, unbuttoning his cuffs as he checked the condition of the dying old man.

After a while, he said to the young men who were at a loss:

"Carry him to the back room! He needed immediate surgery. ”

"Quick, what are you doing in a daze?"

Alepf shouted to his sons in Arabic, and they woke up from a dream and immediately carried the wounded old man into the back room of the bar.

A minute later, Merlin walked into the back room with a half-worn medical kit, and he turned on the lights to make the light as bright as possible.

He put on his medical gloves and said to the nervous businessmen beside him:

"You're here to be my assistant and get your kids out, they're just going to get in the way here. By the way, let them wipe the blood off the floor, hell, I'm still in business! The door was full of blood, and what guest would dare to come in? ”

Alepf screamed and kicked his children out, and he closed the door and stood beside Merlin.

Merlin cut through the clothes on the old man's abdomen with a paper cutter, he wiped the wound with a cotton ball, and after a few seconds, he said:

"Hand me the tweezers. Your father was lucky, the bullet was not fatal, but his intestines were bruised and needed to be stitched after the warhead was removed ... It's not that difficult. ”

Alepf hurriedly handed the medical forceps to Merlin, who asked, as he searched for the warhead in the wound:

"It should be safe over there, the clashes between the militants don't seem to have spread over there, how could your father get hurt?"

"He was injured by mistake."

The Arabic merchant said sadly:

"One of my trucks was robbed outside the city, and my father went to deal with the matter and ended up in an exchange of fire between the Americans and the militants, but luckily one of my sons followed, otherwise I would have lost him."

"Huh?"

Merlin frowned, and he said:

"Are they on fire outside the city? Has the conflict spread to the cities? It's terrible. ”

As he spoke, Merlin's steady hand lifted lightly, and a twisted, bloody bullet was pinched out of the wound. He tossed the warhead on a plate next to him, then put down the pliers and picked up the sutures.

"Yes, it's getting worse."

Alepf looked at the warhead on the plate, and the merchant said bitterly:

"Business was out of the way, and before my father was injured, I was planning to move out and take my family to Turkey to join my cousins."

"You're gone, what about my bar?"

Merlin said with a hint of regret:

"I'm not going to find another merchant to sell me wine."

"I have a warehouse in the city, and there's a lot of stock there."

Alepf said to Merlin:

"You saved my father, and I left all that inventory to you, at cost price, and I can't take those things with me anyway. Money is also needed to start life again in Turkey. ”

"I thought you'd give me a discount."

Merlin joked as he cut the sutures with scissors, and he finally wiped the old man's wound with alcohol and touched his forehead.

Fortunately, there was no fever and no complications.

He threw the bloody medical gloves into the trash, then looked back at Alepf, and said:

"Take the old man back and let him rest well, and when he is healed, you will be able to leave this damn country."

"Thank you, Yuri, I really appreciate you."

Alepf watched his father's breathing steady, and he said to Merlin with great gratitude:

"Knowing you has been one of the luckiest things I've ever done in the years. Before I leave, tell me if you need any help, my house also needs to change hands, are you interested? ”

"Well, you're a shrewd businessman."

Merlin shook his head:

"But I don't have any plans to buy a house for the time being, and as you can see, the conflict has intensified, and the country is almost over, and I may leave here soon. I'm here to make money, not to play with my life... Speaking of which, though, I do have something I need your help with. ”

Merlin took the badge of the Ten Rings from his pocket and handed it to Alepf, saying:

"You've been doing business locally for more than ten years, have you ever seen this?"

The merchant took the badge, and in the light of the back room, his eyes changed slightly, and the slightest mood swing was captured by Merlin.

"I... I've seen it. ”

Alepf returned the badge to Merlin, and with a hint of worry and fear in his eyes, he said:

"Yuri, I don't know why you're looking for them, but listen to me, don't touch them. I have heard some people say that this attack on the United States was instigated behind their backs. ”

"Sounds like you know a lot, Alepf."

Merlin looked at his watch, and there was still some time before dinner, and he said:

"You don't mind telling me everything you know, do you?"

"Okay."

Alepf looked at his father, gritted his teeth, and said:

"But you have to keep it a secret, you have to keep it a secret, they have eyeliner in the city, and this may cause problems for my family."

"Don't worry, Alepf."

Merlin knew that another piece of the puzzle about the secrets of the Ten Rings was about to arrive, and that it was one step closer to completing his mission and leaving a country that was gradually being consumed by war.

He patted Aleph on the shoulder and whispered in a gentle voice:

"Keep it a secret, I'm good at it."

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