After completing Minerva's asylum application, Merlin did not stay with the Bridge and Tunnel Administration for long.

He could tell that Agent Z was actually quite busy, and he didn't bother the alien expert anymore, sitting alone in the silver elevator, ready to leave the place.

While riding the elevator, Merlin unexpectedly met two companions.

A black guy and a white old man, both in a black suit and a black tie like Z, looked like. Field agent of B.

"Dude, you're pretty nasty."

As the elevator closed, the black man standing beside Merlin said to Merlin:

"Are you a new agent? Hello, my name is J. ”

Looking at his outstretched hand, and his friendly smile, Merlin nodded at him, and without shaking hands, he said:

"Hello, my name is Merlin."

"You're not our agent?"

J's expression became wary, and he reached out and took out a silver metal rod from his pocket, and said:

"Who are you? How will it get in. In B's base? We're not open to outsiders here. ”

Merlin glanced at the metal rod in J's hand, he knew that this thing was called a mnestic, which was equivalent to the Holy Silver Bullet for S. Agent L.D. has the same meaning, this thing is standard for Agent B.

Its effect is equivalent to a technological version of the Oblivion Spell, although it is not like the Oblivion Spell, which can delete specific memories according to the caster's thoughts, but it is flexible and convenient, as long as the method is mastered, ordinary people can use it.

However, this thing has a fatal drawback, it uses light as an information carrier, so it can be reflected by things like sunglasses.

Merlin could understand J's vigilance, and if it was a stranger entering the S.H.I.E.L.D. building, he would be just as vigilant.

He shook his head and said to J in a gentle tone:

"I was invited by Z to work on the mission you just messed up, J, I mean, the one in Kansas."

"Wow, man, you're talking very badly."

J's expression was a little unsightly, he was a young man in his 20s, and Merlin's words undoubtedly poked him in the sore spot.

But just as he was about to refute, he was interrupted by the old and serious agent beside him.

"Alright, J."

The old agent reached out and pressed the metal rod in J's hand, and he said to Merlin:

"You're supposed to be an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., right?"

"Hmm."

Merlin nodded, and the old agent continued:

"My name is K,. Senior Agent B, since you've taken on a mission that neither of us can accomplish, good luck. Also, I want to warn you that that Kansas 'ghost' is dangerous. ”

"He's not like most other aliens, he's so powerful, just running fast enough to get out of the sonic tracker, and we've seen him lift a truck with one hand to stop us."

"Well, it looks like you've seen him?"

Merlin looked at K, and he asked:

"Is there any other news you can provide? Buddy. ”

"He looks like an earthling, it's hard to spot him in a crowd, and his senses are so well developed that we seriously suspect that if he wants to, he'll probably be able to spot trackers from thousands of meters away."

K, who seemed to be very steady, whispered:

"If you're going to track him, then you'd better have a way to hide yourself."

"Well, I see, this information is important."

Merlin nodded to Old Agent K, then looked down at his watch, and said:

"Thanks for sharing, man."

"But it's not too early, it's time for me to go, I wish you all a happy day."

With that, the shapeshifting spell was activated, and under the gaze of J and K, Merlin's figure flashed between the distortions of light.

"Wow, cool!"

Young J let out an exclamation, while the more calm K shrugged his shoulders and said:

"Looks like this Merlin agent is still a wizard. Speaking of which, J, do you think he can catch that difficult ghost? ”

"I'll see the hanging."

J snorted, the young man touched his belly, he turned to K and said:

"Let's go eat, K, I'm hungry. Go to Mick's Bistro for an apple pie. ”

"Okay, but this time you're in for a treat."

"Uh-huh."

In the afternoon of the third day, after having lunch, Merlin used the Transfiguration Charm to go to the underground laboratory in Europe.

When he got there, little Hermione was sitting in a chair quietly reading a book, these days, Merlin, Hermione and Harry were taking turns to take care of Gatler, because it was a mutation test on the human body, so Vivien told them to be sure to observe Gatler's physical changes at all times, so that they could react at any time.

And Hermione, compared with the lively and eccentric little girl a few years ago, after serving as a senior official in the Department of Mystery Items Management of the British Ministry of Magic, Hermione, who is still quite young, is also a little more calm, and her temperament is more and more like those wizards who act steadily.

She sat in an easy chair in the lab, her long, supple hair on her shoulders, and a sleepy Crook Hill lay on Hermione's lap, the cat looking a little fatter than it had been years ago.

"Meow"

The moment Merlin entered the laboratory, Crookshane looked up as if awakened, and when the ugly face saw Merlin appear, it jumped off Hermione's lap and rushed towards Merlin, rubbing its head against Merlin's trouser leg very affectionately.

"Yo, Crook Mountain."

Merlin bent down and took the fat cat in his arms, and while smoothing it, he said to Hermione, who had put away the magic book:

"How's the situation with Gatler? Are there any signs of deterioration? ”

"Nope."

Hermione glanced at Gatler, who was sleeping but still instinctively struggling, and a hint of pity and reluctance flashed in her eyes, and she replied:

"Mr. John's will is strong, he has not been crushed by pain, but this is not a good thing for him, it means that he has a clear sense of pain. I gave him 2 sleep spells and 3 nutrient injections, but his vitality is still declining I remember, you say this is normal? ”

"Yes, that's normal."

Merlin put down Crookshank, he stood beside Hermione, looked at the suffering Gatler in front of him, and said:

"The weakening of his vitality is due to the fact that the cells in his body are undergoing mutational transformation and need heat to maintain the new form after the transformation. The mutation progress is close to 50%, and if he can survive this level, it means that Gatler can be reborn. ”

"It's inhumane."

Hermione sighed, she held her magic book, brushed the long hair from her ear, and said to Merlin:

"If Mr. John had been awake by now, I suspect he would have regretted joining this experiment, even if it saved his life."

"No, little Hermione."

Merlin put his hand on little Hermione's shoulder, and he whispered:

"You don't know Gatler as a person, and if you do it again, he's going to make the same choice. He is not a person who will admit defeat in reality, even if he wears a metal life support device, he has to live, such a person, for that glimmer of hope, he can give everything. ”

"Speaking of which, how are you and Ron doing?"

The atmosphere in the lab was a little gloomy, and Merlin changed the subject, and he asked:

"I heard Harry say that you two had a fight before? What's going on? Does Ron, that idiot, dare to provoke my dear little sister and need me to help you beat him up and get angry? ”

"It's not that serious, Merlin! It's just a small contradiction. ”

Hermione whispered:

"He's too unmotivated, I asked him to continue working at the Ministry of Magic, Harry is now the Auror Commander, I'm a mid-level now, he has a good future as long as he continues to work for a few years, but he has to quit his job and go to Diagon Alley to open a magic trick shop with his two older brothers."

Hermione said in a tangled tone:

"What a disappointment!"

"Well, that's not good, little Hermione."

Merlin patted Hermione on the shoulder and said:

"I know Ron's character, he's not as courageous as Harry, he's not as smart as you, he's the most ordinary of the three of you, and to be honest, I thought you'd choose Harry over him. But now that you think about it, if you and Harry, who is soft on the outside and strong on the inside, you probably have a lot of noise right now. "Mobile:

"Only Ron's character can listen to you willingly, but little Hermione, you have to give him some freedom. A man needs some freedom, maybe he feels a lot of pressure to work with you, and I know how terrible it is for you to get angry. ”

"So, Merlin, are you speaking for Ron?"

Hermione glared at Merlin, and she said with a little grievance:

"I thought you would be on my side unconditionally."

Merlin shook his head, and he said:

"I'm for your good, Hermione. It's a rule of thumb, not everyone needs to take the most glamorous and promising path, especially wizards. Your life is much longer than that of ordinary people, just imagine how torturous it must be to spend more than ten years, or even decades doing a job that you don't like. ”

"You should give your husband the power to chase his own life, and besides, with Ron's spell-casting level, let him be an Auror and deal with dangerous creatures, are you really at ease? If you want me to say, you might as well let him be a happy little shopkeeper, at least then you don't have to worry about his safety. ”

"What about you? Merlin. ”

Hermione looked at Merlin's face, and she asked:

"Do you like your current job?"

"What do you want me to answer you?"

Merlin smiled and said:

"I used to enjoy it, but now that I'm used to it, there's not so much novelty to talk about. I've adapted to this life, although occasionally I try to imagine myself living another life, and it's like another life, and the vitality of another Gatler is starting to decline rapidly! Hermione, get Bacchus King! ”

In front of Merlin's eyes, the sleeping Gatler's body suddenly began to shake violently, like a fish thrown in the desert.

Hermione pulled out her wand and with a flick of it, the crystal bottle containing silver-gray metal on the table fell into her hand, she twisted the bottle open, and used her magic to take out a lump of liquid metal, Merlin glanced back, he shook his head:

"Too much! Just a third! ”

"So little?"

Hermione parted a third of Bacchus gold, and she handed the liquid metal to Merlin, who looked at the thumb-sized mass of metal, and said:

"Is that enough?"

"That's enough."

Merlin put the liquid metal into the syringe and stabbed the syringe into Gatler's neck, and he slowly injected the liquid metal into Gatler's body as he explained to Hermione:

"We just need this thing to lock Gatler's vitality and help him get through the toughest of hustles. Bacchus gold is not a good thing, so the less the better, and I don't want to see Gatler slowly assimilated into inorganic matter, into an emotionless pile of sand or stones. ”

As the silver-gray liquid metal entered Gatler's body, the old cowboy's pain seemed to be alleviated a lot at once, and even his expression became calmer.

In Merlin's vision, Gatler's life force, which had been rapidly depleted in the mutation, was replenished, like a weak flame, which at this moment got new firewood and began to burn again.

"Alright."

Merlin took out the needle, and he looked at the muscles that were shaking under Gatler's skin, and looked at his body that was getting stronger and stronger, and he said:

"The most fatal node seems to have passed, and the mutation has entered the second half, and the transcendent body is being reshaped, and now there is only waiting left."

"When Mr. John wakes up, will he become a witcher?"

Hermione looked at the strange mutation process with interest, and she asked:

"I've heard that the physical qualities of witchers are far beyond ordinary people, and it's amazing that they can also cast spells, and this experiment can turn Muggles into wizards."

"No, it's not as amazing as you think, little Hermione."

Merlin pinched an Ignefa seal in his hand, and a small beating flame appeared in the palm of his hand, and he put the flame in front of Hermione's eyes, and said to the girl:

"You see, the magic powered by the witcher's magic seal, both in power and quantity, is far inferior to that of a full-fledged wizard, and the magic in their bodies is pitifully small compared to yours. If a witcher dares to provoke you, you can easily rub him back and forth on the ground if you are prepared. ”

Merlin Says:

"Even Geralt, the legendary white wolf of the year, was broken by an official wizard when he was not yet a career leader."

"The mutation potion only turns ordinary people into warriors who fight against aliens, it doesn't mean that it will turn them into supermen, how to say it, the profession of demon hunter is actually quite similar to wizards, they all rely on talent to eat."

"If that's all it works like, then why do you have to put so much effort into perfecting the mutation process?"

Hermione asked, somewhat confused:

"The cost performance of this thing doesn't seem to be high at all."

"But it's exactly what I need, little Hermione."

Merlin looked at Gatler in front of him, and he whispered:

"I can't make hundreds of wizards overnight, that's impossible. But as long as the raw materials are sufficient, it only takes a week, and I can have a few hundred witchers, maybe they don't stand out in the eyes of a formal wizard like you, but for those equally weak aliens, this is already a very powerful deterrent. ”

"Just like the rise of the Demon Hunters in the Middle Ages, in this era, the chaotic alien order of the dark world will be changed by the reappearance of the Aegis Demon Hunters."

"And that's what I want to see."