Carlo stood quietly in the middle of the hall, his palms clasped tightly on Merlin's forehead.

Merlin's appearance began to change, at the beginning, he had half of the blood of the Elf King, described as handsome, and was an out-and-out little Zhengtai, but later after being given the "Demon Blood of the Greedy Talker" by Carlo, his facial features became narrow and treacherous, and he was gone on the road of strange Shu Huang.

Merlin's features are now sharper and more prominent, his lips are crooked, his nose is stretched out with long hooks, and his eyes are in the shape of slender triangles.

But his temperament has also become more mysterious and profound, with more demagogic magic.

Carlo slowly let go, looked at Merlin and nodded with satisfaction: "Play your talent, don't let me down.."

Merlin perused his newfound abilities, and with a look of joy on his face, he knelt down and kissed the top of Carlo's feet, shouting, "Thank you for the gift of your master."

"The Demon Bloodline of the Whisperer, Crippled", this is what Carlo had just given to Merlin.

Merlin's body is entangled with three bloodlines, and he will never be able to break through the legend, his lifespan is long, but his strength will not increase in the slightest because of the increase in age.

Can only rely on Carlo.

The Demon Bloodline of the Whisperer is an advanced level of the Whisperer, in addition to a certain increase in magical ability, it also has some prophetic abilities, which coincides with the prophetic talent of "Nightmare", and may undergo some changes that even Carlo cannot predict.

Merlin got up, his back bowing deeper, never straightened. His temperament is cunning and evil, but mixed with a hint of the wisdom of a well-read scholar.

Merlin closed his eyes, as if feeling something, and then he spoke, "Dear master, I feel a strong blood that belongs to you."

Carlo glanced at him faintly, turned coldly, and walked towards Vivien's room, Merlin following behind.

"What did I see—" Merlin's face showed great shock, and he walked up quickly, and then cautiously retreated, as if he was afraid of something.

"It will be a presence that is not inferior to yours at all.."

The bloodline of the Talker makes Merlin accustomed to flattery and flattery.

"It's a pity that someone doesn't want it to be born." Carlo gently caressed Vivien's belly, looking gentle as a loving father.

Merlin glanced horrified at the roaring lightning outside the window, and now he could feel the malice emanating from the will of the world.

It's just that he's scared about it, and Carlo is angry.

Merlin's face flickered in the electric light, he seemed to be struggling with something, and finally, he walked quickly to Carlo's side, bowed slightly, and said, "Master, maybe I have a way to make it. This one has escaped the wrath of the will of the world.."

The movement of Carlo's hand stopped, and he said lightly: "Say." ”

"As long as you can block it. . . The evil aura that this person carries when he is born cannot be perceived by the will of the world... In other words, even if you can perceive it, the power of punishment will be greatly reduced..."

Merlin's words had a hint of demagogic power, as if an elf was whispering in his ear: ". . . The shadow of light can hide evil and darkness... The heart of Rome, the gathering place of light, that's the best place..."

"Constantine .."

Carlo looked at Merlin, a smile suddenly broke into his face, and he reached out and grabbed Merlin by the neck, lifting him up.

Merlin begged for mercy in horror, his cheeks flushed with suffocation, and his limbs fluttered limply in mid-air like dehydrated fish.

Finally, as he lay dying, Carlo let go.

Merlin fell to the ground, weak and unable to speak.

"What a good idea for the children of darkness to be born in the kingdom of light." Carlo sighed, as if speaking to Merlin, but his eyes were looking at the sky outside.

Merlin's words were not wrong, but there was a faint intention to lure Carlo to go on an adventure, and the demonic nature of betrayal and deception was slowly revealed in him.

This is caused by Carlo, and he is not angry.

In fact, Carlo has a better way to get his child born.

The experience value column on the system panel has reached more than 930,000, which is almost one step away from the boss-level demon.

Carlo estimated that when his strength reached the level of leader, this position would be more hostile to him than "it".

The limit of the strength of this plane is the legendary high-level, that is, the level of the high-level archdemon, once the shackles are broken, the plane will repel the person who destroys the balance.

The plane does not tolerate him, and will drive him out.

At that point, between a seed that may break the balance and someone who has already broken it, there is no doubt about the choice of the will of the world.

Carlo stared at the visions in the sky and muttered, "This level of power is not enough to terrify me."

Carlo was sure that the will of the world could not help him, but the reason why he hesitated so far was that he didn't want to leave this plane so soon...

This plane is very large, far more than the Grimm world, and there is a lot of potential to be tapped, and Carlo is reluctant to leave.

He hadn't forgotten that in the distant abyss, there was a boss-level demon waiting for his return...

"Child. Experience..."Carlo frowned slightly, looked at the terrified Merlin on the ground, and with a helpless expression on his face, he sighed: "What a difficult choice to decide. What do you think, dear little Merlin?"

...

In the middle of the night, a hurried figure stepped out of the royal palace of the Kingdom of Wales, shrouded in a wide cloak.

Outside the palace, a carriage was already waiting, and the cloaked man simply got into it.

The carriage, which had no coachman, took its own hands and drove quickly down the path towards the outside of the royal city.

"Merlin, you're finally here." The cloaked man took off his hat and revealed a young, handsome face.

"You said you'd help me get... Igna.." The handsome young man had an anxious and urgent look on his face.

In the corner of the carriage, the mysterious man who was hidden in the black robe and couldn't see his face clearly let out a strange laugh of "sneer", "Your Majesty, please rest assured, you will get what you want.."

Receiving an affirmative answer from the black-robed man, the handsome young man let out a long sigh of relief, and then his expression became happy and excited, as if he was longing for something.

Uther Pandra is his name, the nineteenth king of the Kingdom of Wales, a wine bag and rice barrel who lives in the shadow of his father's glory.

On a recent trip, he fell in love with a beautiful and amorous woman, and Yuser's heart became restless, but the identity of this woman made him unable to do anything.

Igna, the wife of Duke Gloris, a hero of the kingdom, could not forcibly take possession of it under any circumstances.

Luckily, though, he also has his own royal advisor, the mysterious and great legendary magician Merlin.

No one knows what Merlin really is, no one knows where he came from or how long he lived, Uther only knows that he can do anything, and Wales today cannot do without Merlin's magical powers.

Moreover, Merlin was not disgusted by his wayward request, but readily agreed.

Uther couldn't help but get excited at the thought that she would soon be able to meet the beauty of her dreams and spend a wonderful evening with her.