"Uh-huh......" In the dimly lit living room, Marquez was holding Little Merlin in his arms, preoccupied.

He had to pack up his things and move to a bigger house.

Now his residence is a small wooden cabin, barely able to accommodate guests, including a kitchen, living room, bathroom, and his bedroom, with a total area of no more than thirty square meters. Fortunately, the daily necessities inside are complete, which will not make Márquez uncomfortable, but it will not make him very comfortable.

Fourteen gold coins a month could make Marquez live well, but he was paranoid about spending half of his money to save it, and he wanted to buy a larger villa instead of staying in this small and small allotment of cabins.

Marquez has three magic patterns on his body, which is very strong in the Merlin Sect, but unfortunately he is stupid by nature, not good at speaking, and does not know how to be flexible, so he can only be a small start of Fregela so far. No, the task of raising children was left to him again, Márquez had always disliked children because he was too noisy, and he liked a quiet environment that would allow him to delve deeper into magic more efficiently.

He loved magic, and magic liked him very much, and some of his original magic techniques even surprised Fregela a little, and even the use of silent magic was improved by him to make it more convenient. Even if the potential is lower than Fregra's, it doesn't hurt. After all, Marquez ...... Forget it, now is not the time to reminisce about this. He sighed, and with a slight touch of the chestnut wand in his hand, the package behind him suddenly floated up and followed him.

Wands are divided into lengths and sizes, small wands do not indicate weakness, and thick wands do not indicate strength, everything depends on the magic stored in them. Of course, the wand only plays an amplifying role, and it doesn't allow him to cast spells beyond the ranks, after all, the total amount of mana is there.

With Merlin in one hand and his wand in the other, Márquez walked through the forest path as if no one was around, ignoring the teasing glances of others, and his face was not very good. Fortunately, his new home was not far from the small house he was currently in, otherwise Márquez would have collapsed on the spot. He also wants to study whether the earth element after fission by the power of runes can fully stimulate the energy in the gem, and write a related paper. He has always loved earth elements, and often uses them to help him make a living, although other magic is also handy.

Why let him take the child? Márquez was puzzled. He could have been allowed to engage in deeper magical research, so why did he have to be a nanny...... But to his surprise, the little Merlin in his arms didn't cry, he was expressionless, he didn't smile, there was a demonic posture, but there was no lack of inspiration in his eyes.

Merlin didn't kick his legs or cry, and Márquez quickly sent the baby to his new house.

"Wow...... This is incredible......" Marquez admired while looking up and down at this large villa of no less than two or three hundred square meters, even a three-story building, he also felt a magic circle underground to control the temperature, and the surrounding green plants did not seem to be simple, and a few small beasts could be seen scurrying around in the shadows.

The most surprising thing is the defensive circle, which can actually withstand all the attacks of warlocks below the four magic patterns, which is something that Marquez did not expect. However, this also proves how important my work is.

Someone had just come to him and told him that his monthly salary had risen from fourteen to twenty-three, and that he had been given three months' salary...... The gold coins in his hand were heavy, so that Márquez was a little breathless, and he waved his wand lightly, causing the money bag to float up, and unscrewed the door of the villa, and he was going to let the little guy lie down first.

"You-" an old voice said unhurriedly from a black shadow emerging from the ground.

"Hmm!" Márquez was taken aback, "Ma, Marquez!" ”

The black shadow nodded, and soon turned into gray-black dust, "Smack! The ground sank to the ground with a thud. This is the first time he has seen this identity, and he can take time out of his research after that. Although the total amount of his mana has been locked, his magic skills can improve his hard power, and if he is prepared enough, it is possible for even a warlock who kills the four demon patterns.

Márquez unwrapped the tightly wrapped swaddling clothes and found that the baby boy was naked, not even wearing a diaper...... It left him speechless, but it wasn't too difficult, and with a wave of his wand, a soft piece of parchment flipped and stretched out of thin air, spinning to make itself fluffier.

Márquez always felt that this might be a bit of a disadvantage to Little Merlin's soft skin, raised his eyebrows, and on the sofa in the living room, a pillow suddenly burst open, and the sparse cotton wool floated out of it and stuck to the parchment diaper, and the rest of the cotton wool was stuffed back into the pillow as if it had never been opened. Actually, the diaper wasn't that comfortable, and Márquez muttered as he put on the diaper for Merlin, watching him twist twice in discomfort and pouting unhappily.

"I can't help it, I'll buy it for you in town later, and now there's nothing to ......" Márquez had to comfort himself with this unbearable reason.

Merlin had already woken up, opened his eyes, and wondered if he looked at the diaper he had made with some disgust, waved his hands weakly, and put them back weakly.

"Hmm...... Let me see his profile......" Márquez opened a roll of parchment with basic information about the baby, just a few lines.

Name: Merlin Márquez.

Age: 1 year old and at least 1 week.

Location: Northeast Vatican.

"I don't know how they got this kid here......" Márquez, a kind-hearted Márquez, muttered as he wandered around his new house to see what he could eat.

He was not hungry, but according to his knowledge, the baby should be breastfed every day until the age of two, and the minimum should be six months before weaning. The optimal number of meals a baby can eat each day varies, which means that they drink when they are hungry. But the average child will always cry when they are hungry......

It is estimated that this special child has lost the ability to cry, and just stares at Marquez, which makes him feel a little hairy. He must be hungry, Márquez thought. I didn't find anything to eat, but I did find a simple teleportation circle with a note from Fregela on it.

"This is the teleportation point for alternate accommodations, and if anything else happens, please leave Merlin immediately."

But Marquez didn't think much about it, just shrugged his shoulders, what he should be doing now is a full-time dad, and he wants to serve Merlin well. Merlin should not have formed any self-independent personality by now, and he will not even say a few words, only a whining sound. It would be a year or two before he could learn to speak, and Merlin was too young to teach him anything.

"...... Milk! "Marquez rummaged through the cabinets, let alone milk, and couldn't find anything to eat.

If you go to the town to buy it now, it will take a while, and the milk powder is not cheap now, and the fresh milk will have to be boiled for a while to sterilize, and it will take a lot of time to come and go. Moreover, breast milk is rich in a lot of nutrients, which is the best choice for feeding Little Merlin.

There were not many women in the First Sanctuary, so to speak, unmarried young and beautiful women only existed outside the Merlin Holy Land, and even if there were women, they were the kind of old ones, and there was certainly no milk for him to drink. There's no way he's going to ask the men for milk—

Ay? How could he not have thought of it! Anyway, all you have to do is let Merlin drink breast milk, isn't it? Now Márquez is able to use magic. There's more than one way to use magic, and there's basically nothing you can't do if you want it.

Now Márquez seems to want to put a pair of large, well-fed ** for himself to ensure that little Merlin will be fed in the future. It's a great idea......

What a bullshit idea!

Márquez's face flushed in an instant, and he rubbed his chest muscles as if he had swallowed a mass of feces alive. He looked at little Merlin on the bed, his long blonde hair tinged with a dreamy purple, and if it weren't for the heaving of his chest, Márquez would have almost thought he would have passed out.

It's weird......

For some reason, there always seemed to be a faint fear in his heart, as if something dark but invisible was pressing down on him. It was a pair of lilac eyes, calm and deep.

Merlin also noticed Márquez, stretched out his small hand, and pinched his thumb, as if urging him to get ready to eat.

The corners of Márquez's mouth kept twitching.