"Oh oh - that's it, I came here from Sicily with a suitcase, just for this scene." Boss Mei had a happy little expression on his face, and the whole person was bad and hateful.

Observation - Merlin has always been a pleasure, especially to observe the emotional disputes between these young boys and girls, it is very interesting for him, and when he is not observing the stars, he will often look elsewhere for happiness.

But to Merlin's slight disappointment, Miss Granger quickly lost her temper.

When she found out that the man seemed to be in a coma, not moving, and could not even detect breathing.

It scared the hell out of her.

Hermione quickly drew her wand and walked briskly over.

"Get out of the way!" She said viciously.

The tip of the wand glowed with a terrifying red glow.

The irradiated krakens all had frightened and hateful eyes on their faces, and a hideous expression appeared on their beautiful faces, grinning at Hermione.

It seems to be swearing some sovereignty.

But the confrontation didn't last long, and as Miss Granger pressed forward, the Krakens recalled some not-so-good memories of them being tormented by wizards with such wands.

As magical creatures, in addition to being able to cast enchanting magic, the Sirens' main ability is to control the seawater, they can control the current of water to attack the wizard, but the power is worrying, most of this ability is used by the Kraken to create underwater bubbles - that is, to lure men into the sea water, so that they can enter the bubbles without drowning.

Normally, the Kraken will make the cavitation its home, and there are such cavitations everywhere on some submarine rock walls in the deep sea, and it is already a community.

On top of that, the Krakens can no longer cast other spells, and like the merfolk, most of their attacks are based on physical attacks.

Wizards, if they master the Occlumency Technique, or drink the refreshment in advance, and prepare some magic items that are immune to charm, such as some magic glasses and the like, in short, as long as the charm of the Sirens does not work, then it is easier for the wizard to deal with them than to deal with the merfolk at the bottom of the Black Lake.

At least the Krakens are not as brave as the mermaids, and when they see that something is wrong, they will scatter, as they do now.

The four krakens glared at Hermione viciously, and then quickly left the place one by one.

Soon, there was only one person left in the hut-like cave.

Because of the cavitation, it's actually quite dry, and a blanket made of magical animal hair is laid under the stones, and it looks like it should be able to keep out the cold.

Hermione, who stepped forward, quickly took out a coat from the inside pocket of her jacket and draped it over the boy's body.

Then he leaned down and touched his chest — well—and the heavings.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

Then there was a surge of grievance and horror.

"Mr. Mermerlin, he" Hermione cried and looked back at the flirtatious man, she still didn't quite believe that the other party was the legendary archmage Merlin, but now, she hoped that the other party was real.

"Peace of mind." Merlin smiled and stepped forward, patted Hermione on the shoulder, then stretched out his cane, which looked like dead wood, and tapped Owen lightly on the head.

It was as if a stone had fallen into the lake, and at that moment, unknown ripples rippled.

Then his jade-warm voice rang out, "Relax—don't resist, that's your own strength." ”

The ripples are not rippling in the present world, but in consciousness, in the endless sea, the gap in the void, the sea of lilac, in the ancestral land with countless limbs and strange life.

Soon the voice reached Owen's ears in his consciousness.

A second before the fusion, his flesh was devoured by the giant. became a part of the only.

Then as she began to disassemble her soul, the sun fell.

Subsequently, only the magic power of the whole body and the flesh accumulated for thousands of years tried to frantically repair the flesh, but these attempts were like a joke in the heat of hundreds of millions.

It only lasted less than a few seconds before the cyclops' body was evaporated.

And the one-eyed giant, the one-eyed of the giant, and the body of Owen, the one-eyed god, became the only thing left.

The outer gods did everything possible to expend their magic power in an attempt to keep this last hope alive.

And this gives Owen hope that the fusion will survive.

Or rather, it was his plan.

He knew that the woman longed for his body, and he also knew that fusion was coming, and in times of danger, he chose to be devoured by the outer gods, just in the hope that he could use her power to fight fusion.

It's not just for him, but for Shylock and Bakar, who can successfully escape.

Although it sounds very scary about fusion explosions, there is a limit to this weapon after all, in a strong fortification fifteen meters deep under a large civil air defense fortification, even if the personnel are in the center of the explosion, there is a possibility of survival, if the personnel are not in the center of the explosion, then the ordinary subway depth and strength are enough for people to avoid the explosion.

A little further afield, look for a sturdy underground garage and survive.

Farther away - an ordinary reinforced concrete house can also block the blast wave.

Owen's plan was to make this hundred-meter giant resist the explosion, even if it could only block the fireball for a few seconds, and I believe that with the wisdom of that little guy in Shylock, it was enough to leave with Bakar's apparition in that time.

As for himself, then he can only cheer up the outer gods.

Come on, little sister!

Little sister Liu Bi!

Little sister Saigao!

Then, after about four seconds, he understood that the power of the explosion does not depend on personal will.

In an instant—he felt his body being evaporated and torn apart.

Then it was inexplicably reassembled, and then torn apart.

And so on and so forth.

Like a phoenix nirvana—and then, his consciousness was disconnected.

The next time I woke up, I was already in the gap between the void, in the lilac sea.

Then he saw the woman again in that sea.

Without saying a word, the woman attacked him directly.

Physical attack, the kind of fist to the flesh.

This knocked Owen out of the way—without thinking too much, he punched him too.

Grandma Drop - So, the final duel of the wizards, the final duel with the gods, is it so unpretentious?

In the fight between you punching and kicking me, Owen quickly discovered that the guy on the other side was a real dish - he couldn't fight or anything at all, and it felt like he was swinging his fist with an instinctive tendency, and he didn't have any skill at all.

It's-

Don't blame him for being ruthless.

Look at my close-quarters hits, Ola Ola!

The battle was fought unpretentiously and unspectively.

And it was a long time to fight, and later, Owen even wondered if this was a fantasy of the outer gods, deliberately trapping himself here, fighting and brawling with enemies that didn't exist?

But every time he thinks like this, he will be sobered up by the woman opposite because of his distraction.

Nima - what kind of fantasy is not illusion, buddy is not beating today, she is full of peach blossoms, and that's just because this is a stinky trumpet flower.

And then - the voice of a certain fraudster came to his ears.

"Huh? My own power? What does Shenma mean? ”

Owen couldn't figure it out and was punched twice by Bangbang.

Just as he was angry and was about to continue the fight, he suddenly found that he didn't know when the appearance of the woman in front of him was quietly changing.

The long hair became shorter, and the undulating grandeur of the chest began to become unremarkable.

The slender arms become muscular.

The height also jumped a few inches.

In a nutshell, she became more like himself.

"What the hell?"

Owen was confused for a while, but was pleasantly surprised that the other party did not make another move, but stood in place.

It was as if the woman had been his enemy and had been fighting with him, but over time, she had become some kind of mirror image, and she was fighting with herself later.

"Wardfa?"

Owen looked at the creature in front of him, watching as he gradually turned from his gaze to nothingness, to a cloud of purple smoke.

Then the smoke drifted into his body.

defiled his pure and noble soul.

The next moment - the real-life Owen opened his eyes.

Consciousness returned to the body.

When he opened his eyes.

But when he saw himself lying on a huge bed with a velvet mattress, he didn't know who had placed a figure on the armchair in front of his bed - looking down, the floor was covered with thick Arabic blankets, the walls were painted in Egyptian style, and there was an ornate scarab ornament on the table.

Directly facing the door is a large floor-to-ceiling window that gives you a view of a street market with gold flowing through it.

Well—it's the golden nicks on the ground, like gold in the sunlight.

In the distance of the market is a dense cluster of palm trees, and the warm evening breeze blows in through the window, which is very comfortable......

"So- did you look around the room on purpose, not to see me?"

Facing the bed, in an armchair, a man with long silver hair was staring at him.

His eyes were deep and bright, and he seemed to see everything in the shimmer of purple, and he was dressed in a pure white robe embroidered with intricate patterns, and he held a deadwood cane in both hands.

Looking into his eyes, there was more complaining.

"Yay? How can this figure still speak? Owen, who was still restarting the system, vaguely felt that the person in front of him was a little familiar.

I think I've seen it somewhere.

Then he spoke:

"You - is it the sevent of labor and management? (Servant)"

Boss Mei was stunned for a moment, and then the smile on his face became a little thicker.

"That's right—Master, Merlin, the crown magician, obeys the call."

“？？？”

"Huh?" Owen's face was full of surprise, "You're kidding me!" Can Merlin look like this? At this time, his brain had been restarted, and countless memories rushed back.

"No—you peeked into my memory!!"

Looking at the Merlin in front of him, who was almost exactly the same as a certain game character.

Owen immediately jumped up from the bed and looked at him with wide eyes, it was a memory that did not exist in this world, the most hidden thing in him.

"Allallah—but me! It really looks like this! ”

"Fart!"

Owen jumped to his feet.

What does Merlin look like in this world, can he not know?

There are portraits of Merlin on the walls of Hogwarts and on the Chocolate Frog Cards. (I didn't make it myself, so I didn't have the consciousness to speak, but I could move.) ）

The Ministry of Magic, the Federation, what that doesn't look like Merlin?

His real appearance resembles Dumbledore, with a gray beard, silver-gray hair, and an early medieval wizard's robe, except for Merlin, who has no glasses, and is thinner, and his face is covered with the marks of time.

From ancient times to the present, Merlin's deeds have been widely spread for hundreds of years, after all, he lived until the 16th century, and countless wizards have seen him, so the portrait of him should be real, and maybe Nick Lemay has seen him, and the two even talked.

How could Merlin be the way he is now!

"Hahaha-" Boss Mei suddenly laughed heartily.

"It's funny, right, I've only seen a billion points - and it's pretty much the same as when I was younger."

"They're all so handsome."

“.” What's going on with this Merlin? Broken?

What do you think - the speech and temperament of the famous legendary wizard should be closer to Dumbledore, and now this frivolous appearance.

Like a fraudster.

Owen, who was standing on the bed, squinted his eyes and continued to think in his heart - this thing in front of him couldn't be a hallucination, right?

Just like Inception, the outer god also gave him a few layers of dreams?

Or he'd go up and punch the guy and see if he was dreaming.

With that, Owen stepped away, and—he fell.

"Ouch—" The scalp tingled.

It turned out that he stepped on his own hair.

It wasn't until he fell that Owen realized why his hair had grown so long.

Longer than he was, almost standing up, his hair still five or six inches on the bed.

The long silver hair was draped behind him like a waterfall, and his hands were inserted into his hair, and the feeling of softness came from his fingertips instantly.

It's cool, and it feels great.

It's just—this hair shouldn't have grown on him, and that woman, the woman who had exactly the same face as him, wore this straight silver hair.

Owen was taken aback by this thought of his own, and quickly reached out and touched the other parts of his body.

Uh-huh - it's still so majestic, rest assured, rest assured!

"Are you really Merlin?" Owen said, swinging the spell with his right hand, the cutting spell clinging to his back, cutting off all the excess hair.

Only the short hair about the neck is left, which is about the same length as his previous hairstyle, but it is a little messy and unsightly.

However, in the eyes of outsiders, this has a patchwork beauty, which is very attractive.

In particular, those emerald eyes are deep and full of charm of the soul.

If the person who has all this is a mute, it will definitely charm a large group of young boys and girls.

It's a pity - "Dead liar, you still want to fool me, if you are Merlin!" Then I am King Arthur. ”

The boy sat on the bed, his legs crossed, his arms folded around his chest, with an expression that I had seen through you.

"Alaala—what a trouble, or you can write to your alchemist friend Nicol Lemay, and he will tell you who I am." Mr. Mei pretended to be distressed and rubbed his head, the smile on his face never stopped, his lilac eyes were full of playful charm, that kind of cynical appearance, people really couldn't trust him.

"Huh?" When the man in front of him said Nicolamet's name, Owen was almost convinced that he might really be the legendary Grand Magician Merlin.

Because if it is an outsider's impersonation, no matter how powerful a wizard is, there is no way to pretend in front of Nicol Lemay, as the most powerful alchemist, he has not too many means to verify his identity.

"Wow, Merlin's beard, Merlin is still alive?" Owen screamed, "Well, Mr. May, can I ask you a question?" ”

"Absolutely!" Boss Mei said.

"I've wanted to ask this question for a long time. I would have liked to ask Professor Dumbledore, but I was afraid he would beat me, ahem—that—you and King Arthur, is it that—that shameful unspeakable relationship.

Then love but can't, under anger, curse true love, so that the love of the wizards behind is full of tragedy.

I'm not talking nonsense, all wizards who believe in Merlin have an unfortunate life, Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and the deans of the four houses are all unhappy, but as long as you don't believe in Merlin, hey, life will be smooth for the most part. ”

"So—people say that love in the wizarding world is unfortunate because Merlin didn't get off to a good start."

Owen raised the corners of his mouth and asked very gossipily.

In the face of the boy's mischievous question, Archmage Merlin actually rubbed his chin and thought about it seriously before replying: "Maybe there is a reason for this, but well, it may be because I don't love human beings, I like the stories woven by humans, but I am not interested in the people who weave stories, Arthur said: I only love fate itself, and I will not favor anyone, for a long time, I think he is right." ”

"King Arthur?" Staring at Merlin's face, Owen always had a strong sense of déjà vu. Suddenly, he was shocked and said, "Wait—King Arthur—it's a man!" ”

"Girl!" Boss Mei said.

"Huh?"

"Or a man. You guess! ”

"I guess you're a big ball of dung." Owen said, "So you still haven't answered me, what is the relationship between Merlin and King Arthur!" ”

"What else can I do with Arthur, my comrade-in-arms? Lover? ”

"Hah! Admit it, that's the kind of relationship you have. Owen said with great interest.

"I remember the days when I rode on a white horse, dressed in chain mail, and cloaked in a red cloak and ran with the knights on the plain, and in the castle made of stones, I proclaimed to the king with the other knights: Long live the King.

I met him too soon, and he died too early. He gave my life a bad start. He had a monopoly on the seed-like possibilities in my life. Speaking of death, think of him. When it comes to love, I still think of him. ’

Oh, O Eternal King of Avalon! A blonde boy who has not rotted for thousands of years in the heart of the great magician. ”

Talking—talking.

Owen's tone gradually calmed down, and his originally excited face became as solemn as autumn water, and his words were like a sharp knife to uncover someone's scar little by little, and this kind of language gradually changed from ridicule to offense, and finally he even bluntly faced Merlin's purple eyes and said, "So, this is the curse of the wizard, don't believe in Merlin, it will definitely bring misfortune." Because his misfortune has lasted for thousands of years. ”

The room, silent.

Outside the window, the noise of people is still coming.

The dry, hot wind from the distant desert ruffled Owen's hair.

The silver hair resembles a fluttering elf, refracting the sun's light in the air.

"They have their fate, and I have never interfered." After a moment, Merlin said softly.

"What about mine?" Owen suddenly restrained his smile, stared at the wizard in front of him with his eyes, and shouted hysterically, "Merlin Ambrosius, what about mine?" ”

In the face of Owen's questioning, Merlin was still smiling, but there was a hint of pity in his eyes.

It seems to be expressing guilt for interfering with an innocent soul.

"I'm a man who can only be watched. Like Arthur said, I don't like humans, I just like their stories, get excited by the stories in the books, but have no interest in the humans who write them.

But – you're a little different. His purple eyes shimmered with clear light, and his smile fell on Owen like sweet candy, "You, like me, are travelers in books, the difference is to create and save this story in a different way than I do, and then weave a better ending." ”

He paused for a moment, then continued, "And these efforts are only visible to me, Owen, a traveler who has left no trace in this story, and I admire your choice, and I hope you will find solace at the end of this journey."

I will pray that the end of the story is a clear blue sky. His voice was like a trickling stream, flowing on the mossy stones.

A relaxed freehand feeling that overflows straight up.

Owen listened to him.

I know everything from the bottom of my heart.

From the time the woman heard the name Ambrosius, it seemed familiar to him, and now when he saw Merlin, he immediately remembered that Ambrosius was Merlin's surname.

From the woman's mouth, it is not difficult to imagine that his appearance, his experience, and his end are all in Merlin's prophecy.

Not a single cent has changed.

Should he be angry?

Should!

He has that right.

He wasn't stupid, whether it was the woman who claimed to be part of the essence of the gods, or the Merlin in front of him, they were quietly conveying a truth, a truth that was not good.

But this is undoubtedly a second chance for a lonely dead soul who has fallen into the water, and it is already a gift to be able to come into this world, can he desire more?

Should he crave more?

Wouldn't it be too greedy?

Blue sky?

- The sun is shining outside the window.

The golden glow is sprinkled on this land.

But the sun was so strong that the sky was not so blue, but rather white.

Blue sky!

did not appear in front of his window.

(End of chapter)