Merlin looked at Leah, who was sleeping beside her, and suddenly had a feeling of extreme unreality. Arthur had sweated, the fever had receded, and he was now asleep. Merlin remembered what had happened during the day and began to worry. "I'm still not mature enough, and I'm not impulsive enough to be calm enough. ”

Outside the Ashfurnace Castle, the night darkened. Outside the window, I could vaguely see the shadow of the smoke and the moon. There was silence all around, and Merlin's mind was clearer than usual. He realized that something was wrong with what he had done during the day. The lord of Ashhearth Castle, in front of the saints, took away the demon-possessed baby directly.

Everyone has to care about the attitude of the church, and Merlin is no exception. He needed to determine Thomas's attitude to the matter right away. Even if it's an apology or a loss of money, Ashhearth needs the support of Ariusta's Academy. Merlin lifted the blanket and walked to the closet to change into a gray-black robe. He came out of the small courtyard and walked through the small bamboo garden to the second floor of the Ashfurnace Castle.

The second floor of the Ashburg is not as noisy as the first floor, and now except for a few courtyards with lights on, the others are all turned off, presumably resting at this time. In that case, Merlin should turn away and wait until dawn to-morrow. But at this time, if he goes back, he won't be able to sleep anyway. He thought about it for a moment, and finally knocked on the door of Barbara's house the caster.

It was so late that it was not polite to knock on a lady's door, but Merlin was so anxious that he couldn't care so much.

Luckily, the caster's room was still lit. Merlin knocked on the wooden door without hesitation.

With a creak, the white oak door opened. "Good evening, my lord!" said Barbara, opening the door, a little tired.

"Good evening, Lady Barbara!" Merlin sensed that the caster was not in a good mood and knew that he had come at the wrong time, but he thought that these were small things compared to what he feared.

"It's so late, what is the matter with Your Highness?" asked Barbara, standing in the doorway, unpleasantly.

"There's a little thing, I'll talk to you!" Merlin gestured with his hand, "It's just a little thing." ”

"No, it's getting late, and this girl is going to sleep. Barbara seemed to realize something, and hurriedly closed the door, but by this time, Merlin had already stretched out his foot and could not block the white oak door.

"Don't, don't close the door. Merlin's feet poked in, swished, squeezed in, and slammed the wooden door shut.

"Why is it late, is there anything Your Highness can't talk about tomorrow?" Barbara felt a little cold, and she couldn't help but put her hands around her slightly thin shoulders and said.

"No, it's a very important thing, and if I don't figure it out, I won't be able to sleep all night. Merlin said.

Barbara realized that the two men were still standing in the doorway, and that this was not the place to talk, so she turned sideways, excused herself, and led Merlin inside.

Merlin was inside Barbara's house for the first time, and the orange light illuminated the courtyard and hall as if it were daytime. The style of the décor is simple and straightforward, and it can be seen that Barbara doesn't care much about the things around her, some of the candles are almost burning, and white beeswax is flowing everywhere.

Barbara's cottage did not have a dedicated parlor, and all of her rooms were converted into laboratories. It was filled with a dazzling array of magical materials and books and papers. She led Merlin into the innermost lab, which was a little more empty, and you had a rare table and a chair.

"You may be seated, Your Highness," Barbara pulled her chair over, "Your Highness would like something to drink?"

"Hot tea, thank you. Merlin took a closer look at Barbara's lab, where things were neatly organized, and small clutter was within reach. Merlin raised his head and carefully studied the caster's face, he knew very well that the face under the mask was much more charming than it was now, it was hard to imagine that a woman would actually wear an ugly mask, although Barbara didn't look ugly now, but it was not as good as the face under the upper face.

"Is there something wrong, Your Highness!" Barbara was furious at Merlin's eyes, and finally couldn't help but speak first.

"You know what happened today, what will be the attitude of the Light of Truth?" Merlin asked.

"Who knows!" Barbara shrugged.

"Of course you do, you're a spellcaster, and if you didn't know the whole Ashfurnace, no one would know!" Merlin said with a finger on Barbara's chin and a smile on his lips.

Barbara's frivolous behavior towards Merlin didn't seem to raise the slightest anger, if it was in the Apocalypse Academy, if any man dared to provoke Barbara's jaw like this, Mistress Maggie would definitely break his leg, and the third leg between his legs would not be spared.

There was a vague anticipation in Barbara's heart, and she wondered what Merlin's next move would be. "The dragon who saves the princess usually kisses his beloved princess, but the lord seems to be a female spellcaster. ”

"The Fraudster Mask works?" Merlin's fingers moved up the corner of Barbara's lips, and if he hadn't seen Barbara's true face, Merlin wouldn't believe that what he was touching in his hand was just a mask, "It's actually blushing!" Merlin couldn't help but lick his lips excitedly. "What a perfect magic mask!"

Merlin couldn't help but admire.

"This is a masterpiece from the elves, and it is said to be the work of a master from the Second Age. Barbara said tremblingly.

"Then let's get down to business!" Merlin turned his chair in one direction so that the back was facing Barbara's direction, which would give the female spellcaster more security, and on a night like this, a single man breaking into Barbara's hut would inevitably arouse the suspicion of the owner.

"Okay. Barbara curled her hands over her chest, and she unconsciously made a standard defensive stance.

"Can the Fraudster Mask take on the form of Thomas?" Merlin asked, a little nervous.

"Of course, as long as I have seen it, I can become such a face, just like the previous time I became His Highness Merlin. Barbara couldn't help but show off in front of Merlin, and in the blink of an eye, she made her face look like Merlin's, and she didn't even need a mirror to help.

"Wonderful, just wonderful. Merlin looked at a somewhat familiar and unfamiliar face in front of him, and knew that he was exactly what he looked like, and he still wrote surprises, because he was so pretty. The lines of the face are soft, and the eyes are slender.