Augustine blushed and followed Merlin all the way to the side hall. By this time, the people of Adrianople had almost finished their breakfast, and Merlin had the impression that Stiric, the king of the North, had been busy all day and had never seen him in his free time.

Not long after Merlin sat down, a stout, delicate-eyed maid brought a plate of boiled paste, with a few slices of emerald green cabbage, a few pieces of fluffy barley bread, and a large glass of water.

The mansion of the dignified King of Celis, life is so poor, Mei Xiaolin, who is used to seeing big scenes, was not able to resist the rumbling stomach, picked up the spoon and started to move. Maybe Merlin was so hungry that the poor-looking mush tasted delicious, especially the leaves of the cabbage, which were crispy and delicious, sweet and juicy.

Augustine sat across from Merlin, taking a sip of a glass of water.

"I'm not going to leave Adrianople!" Merlin quickly finished his portion of breakfast, apparently not yet full, but he wasn't ready to order another either.

Da Da, a voice from far and near, when Merlin raised his head, he couldn't help but shiver all over, "Good morning!" Merlin hurriedly stood up, knocked down the water glass in his hand with a clatter, and drank half of the water flowing everywhere.

The grim-faced woman, dressed in a dark gray robe, sat down beside Augustine across from Merlin, glanced at the water-stained tabletop, and frowned silently. The person who came was Clotilde, the sister of Steelico, the king of Cyris, and Merlin's aunt.

"Good morning, beautiful Miss Tesla!" Augustine said with a slight bow.

The two men gathered together and whispered until the maid brought Clottilde's breakfast.

Adrianople in May was already getting a little hot, and fine beads of sweat soon appeared on Merlin's restless forehead. Clotilde, on the other side, barely made a sound, whether he was eating bread or drinking the sticky paste. Merlin's mental power was focused on the green box on her, and the red fifty value had not changed. In other words, her attitude towards Merlin is not hateful, but she also does not like it.

Merlin's fear of his aunt is an instinctive change in his heart, and this change is a little ridiculous in Mei Xiaolin's opinion, a child's rejection or rejection of an adult who is not close. It's hard to imagine that little Merlin grew up in such an environment. A father who never met, an indifferent aunt, a younger brother who had to fight when they met, and a mother who had almost no impression, this was all that little Merlin had of Adrianople. The only one who treats Little Merlin wholeheartedly is old Bill, who has a broken arm.

"I heard you know the tadpole of Atlantis?" said Clothilde, putting down his glass.

"Yes!" Merlin said calmly, as the sister of King Celis, she was the de facto ruler of Adrianople.

"You can copy the scriptures for Elder Augustine?" Clotilde apparently rarely spoke to Merlin in that tone, so instead of sounding stiff.

"No," Merlin refused with a smile, if this young body was still Merlin's soul in it, then he would not be willing to talk to Clottilde like this, but the real Merlin had died last night, and now it was Mei Xiaolin who was alive, the most basic cadre at the grassroots level of the empire, a female director with thirteen years of training, Mei Xiaolin was obviously handy with such a scene. "As a descendant of the Goths, you should sweat on the training ground, how can you waste time on such a boring thing as copying scriptures!"

Clotilde was stunned, she looked at her nephew in surprise, she really didn't expect him to say such a thing.

Merlin took advantage of the fact that the two of them were still stunned, got up from the chair, and left the side hall unhurriedly.

At this moment, Merlin's ears rang with the system's pleasant voice, "Do you refuse Augustine's mission?"

Merlin hesitated to pull the box down, and muttered when he saw the line below that he didn't know the so-called goodwill of Arius, "The system is too stingy, if you give some meat to eat, you will admit it, it is actually an inexplicable favorite." Think again. ”

While Merlin was stunned, Bill came out of nowhere, his expression sad, and a long, narrow black box in his left hand. "Your Highness, please come with me!"

Merlin obediently followed Bill Russell, and didn't know the seriousness of the matter until he saw the iron-faced man.

"Is this the smell of belladonna?" Bill pulled out a black clay pot from his bosom, and Merlin recognized it as something from his dorm chamber for water.

The King of Celis took the jug and put it under his nose and sniffed slowly. This man was Merlin's father, Stilico.

In Merlin's eyes, the opinion value of Stilicko's green box jumped back and forth around 50, as complex as the expression on his face.

"Merlin is alive and well now!" said Styrico as he put down his kettle.

"I know, maybe this time it's the blessing of Tyr, the god of war," Bill waved his stout arms excitedly, "Then next time, the blood of the Goths should not be shed under the conspiracy, it will only make our enemies see jokes!"

Stylico's face changed, it had been a long time since anyone had dared to speak to him like this as the King of Seris, Bill Russell was a famous Gothic warrior, and if it weren't for the loss of an arm in battle, he wouldn't be the great butler in Adrianople.

"There is not a single cowardly person in the Tesla family in the wasteland, let alone a waste!" "The King of Cylis glanced at Merlin with contempt, "The awakened mind beast of Varins is a lion, and Merlin has not moved until now, and he is a year older than Varins!"

Stilicco's green frame has a friendship rating that changes from red to yellow, then decreases all the way down to 30.

"If you can't awaken the Mind Beast, how can you inherit the throne of Celis!" Stilicor's voice was deafening, making Merlin tremble all over, and he couldn't help but tremble. It was an instinct that came from the depths of Little Merlin's soul, the awe of his father, Stilico the King of Celis.

"Power doesn't have to rely on strength!" Mei Xiaolin plucked up his courage, the pressure on him from the King of Celis was much greater than that of the big leaders of the Imperial Guixi Province, and as for the higher-level officials, it was not a small female director who could see it.

Hahaha, the king of Celis looked up to the sky and roared, "The Goths have been crisscrossing the wasteland for hundreds of years, relying on bravery!"