Márquez swallowed, and he was about to go outside and ask if there was anything to feed Merlin.

Everyone knows about the birth of the new Merlin, and as for why they didn't celebrate each other, it's because they are all afraid that what they have created will come back to them, and it is not worth it at all to lose their lives. So much so that now no one wants to knock on Márquez's door, they just gloat that Márquez is equivalent to having a bomb next to him, and they don't have mercy.

Márquez, who had never been able to turn a corner, didn't seem to realize this, and even Fregela forgot what he had said, and he now looked at Merlin like a child waiting to be fed, except that he didn't cry. He proved with practical actions that he is a man with a knife mouth and a tofu heart.

In a few moments, he had finished running through the First Sanctuary, and no matter how much he knocked on the door, no one answered, and even more violently pushed him away, telling him to find another place to go, and not to let him disturb him.

"Oh hey......" Márquez's whole face was wrinkled, he was now a little confused, whether to go to the town to buy some milk powder for emergency relief, but he always felt that letting Merlin drink milk powder was a bit of a disadvantage to him.

What if you make him stupid? It is said that someone has recently secretly applied a wisdom reduction spell to food, and if you give it to Merlin, it will be troublesome. In fact, this is Márquez's curiosity. The idea of making a man conjure ** and produce milk may seem absurd, but it is a little useful. For example, little Merlin is sucking his fingers now, his eyes are full of thirst for food, and he has nothing since he moved to a new home.

If you go back and forth like this, it won't be good if your superiors feel that they have treated Merlin badly. Well, that's how Márquez managed to convince himself to develop such a spell.

In fact, the [Primordial Rune] contained in the original attributeless magic power, and after the magic pattern was engraved in the Impregnation Tower, the warlocks would often choose the general direction they wanted to delve into and leave the others aside.

But of course this is not the case with the inquisitive Márquez, after all, the magic required for a mysterious spell like illusion is no attribute magic.

There are benefits and disadvantages to attributeless magic. The advantage is that it is very functional and widely used, and more importantly, the attributeless magic can be turned into the various magic that the caster wants, and it is more flexible in some emergencies. And the disadvantage is that it lacks aggressiveness.,After all, the non-attribute magic is basically used to move things or something, except for illusions.。 The most important thing about this spell is that it can be preserved without anyone noticing, and as long as the caster wants it, even for a hundred and eighty years.

Márquez picked up his wand again and waved it in the air, a roll of parchment and a magic pen falling into his hand at a rapid pace.

"Feasibility Study of Male Growth** and Milk Production." Márquez blushed and wrote the purpose of the study on it.

As a rigorous person, he still has to record some basic data, maybe it can come in handy. As everyone knows, Merlin, who was not far away, looked at him with a trace of resentment in his eyes, and the sound of whining became louder and louder. The chill came from Marquez's back, so much so that he wondered if the little baby had some superpowers that made him so uneasy.

Indeed, although Merlin can't take the initiative to cast magic now, as a semi-spiritualized person, what he thinks now can indeed have a certain impact on the outside world, such as now.

The two souls were entrenched in the same body, and miraculously there was no fight. The soul belonging to the nightmare remained motionless, but quietly mobilized Merlin's body to absorb the power of the runes from the outside world, and displayed it as a spiritual creature. Merlin's soul, however, was restless, crying out loud. He was hungry and wanted to eat. Now the only thing he can eat is milk.

The nightmare soul obviously hated the way Merlin's soul cried, but he couldn't do anything to him, because he found that his soul mark was actually fused with him, and as long as he dared to devour the little guy in front of him, he probably had to finish the fun himself. Moreover...... Unlike other nightmares, this nightmare does not require a variety of souls for food.

It craves more things.

Therefore, Nightmare is ready to help Little Merlin, it releases its own aura, hoping that the unknown human in front of it can quickly deliver food and let the little guy be quiet.

Marquez's feeling was not wrong, and he quickly looked at Merlin, who was whimpering, and his brows furrowed even more. Márquez simply acted as a dead horse doctor, waved his hand and beckoned two pieces of parchment, ready to use his magic power to engrave the first magic patterns on them. This is also known as the "** technique".

Márquez regretted a little, why did he come up with such a nasty idea, if he hadn't thought of it at the time, he probably wouldn't have had such a great desire to try this moth spell now. The most important thing is that he has to put two ** on his chest......

Although Márquez can erase the effect of the technique with a wave of his hand, it is really shameful to be seen.

"In my name, ●●Márquez."

The names of all the people within the Merlin Cult have been sealed by the contract technique. Eventually, they will be a drop in the ocean.

Márquez's palms glowed with a brilliant white light, and the magic lines were sparsely peeled off the surface of the skin and pasted onto the yellowed parchment.

"Oh......" Márquez covered his face as he stared at the formation of the magic pattern.

The surface of the parchment quickly formed a golden circle, and the dark golden magic thread burned a flowing spell on the parchment, quickly filling the circle in front of him.

Whew—

It was two golden ** composed of magic patterns, the light flickered on and off, and it seemed to be shaking in a trance. Marquez didn't seem to think that it was not enough to just have**, and with ** it was not possible to produce milk. After all, he doesn't have a girlfriend now, let alone children. He only had a superficial understanding of the woman's body structure, but he didn't know the whole thing.

This out-of-context quote has made Márquez what he is today. Without hesitation, he lifted his clothes, the corners of his mouth trembling slightly, and pressed the magic pattern to his chest.

"It hurts...... Pain, pain, pain! Márquez screamed in pain as he watched a wisp of white eyes emerge from his chest.

This is a preliminary magic mark that can be erased at will, so the pain is greatly reduced. If it is a magic pattern construction, it must be erased with a special cleaning item, and some precious magic materials must be used when engraving, and the burning sensation will increase exponentially.

If he is hit like this now, it is estimated that he will go into shock.

However, the knights were not afraid of pain, and grinned and begged them to add a rune of strength amplification, or a rune of defense amplification, and then sent a large amount of gold to the hands of the Demonic Pattern Builder.

With Marquez's knowledge, he can definitely be a third-order Demon Pattern Constructor, but the Merlin Sect has extremely strict rules, and he is not allowed to make money.

The first thing Márquez felt was that his chest was heavy. Two huge balls of meat appeared out of thin air, making Márquez a little uncomfortable. The feeling of excitement echoed in Márquez's mind, and while it was a common thing, he was also proud of his superb magical skills. He was able to achieve a 90 percent success rate, beating all other miscellaneous sorcerers.

"Ahem......" He coughed twice, holding his two huge ** with both hands, and silently complained in his heart why he thought it was so big in the first place, if only it were smaller.

This is probably the first time in his life that he has touched such a huge **. It's a shame. It made him collapse in an instant.

Merlin seemed to understand what Márquez was doing, and suddenly screamed and waved his little fist angrily in protest. Márquez felt that he should make up for his knowledge of women's physiology.

In Merlin's body, the soul belonging to the nightmare was also stunned, and inexplicably felt that there was something wrong with the brain of the person in front of him, and he didn't know how this guy survived until now.

Bang bang bang!

There seemed to be a knock at the door.

Crunch –

The door was easily unscrewed, and Marquez didn't lock it just now. It was a milkman with a large milk can, who had just put the milk jar in his arms on the cabinet in front of Marquez's house, ready to leave quickly, after all, this is the rule of the Merlin Holy Land. Márquez went in search of prestige. The two looked at each other. Márquez looked down at the two huge **s on his chest, and his mind went blank. The milkman was stunned and came back to his senses. It was clear that he was smiling very hard, his cheeks crimson.

And very failed.

"Hahahahahaha——!ha

"You, you, you! Don't run! Hey——! ”

Marquez's right hand hurriedly wiped on his chest, and his two **s instantly deflated. Merlin seemed to have forgotten his hunger, giggling in bed.