The moon hung straight in the dark sky like a wolf's teeth, biting at the rain and fog to hide the bloody breath.

1895, London, England, light rain.

"No, I won't help you."

A man pulls out a pack of white-rimmed gold-wire cigarettes from the pocket of his suit.

He speaks authentic neologisms, some vernacular that is popular among young people, which came here from the old East.

The flame ignites the cigarette, and the smoke rises slowly, not staying.

"You disrupted time and space, it was a mistake, admit your mistake early, there is still room for remedy."

He looked at the woman under the black robe, her silver white hair was particularly conspicuous in blonde England, she was not an old man, but she had some such wonderful snow on earth.

"When the [space-time central curve] was formulated, it was no longer allowed to open the door of space-time arbitrarily, you won't forget it, right?"

He turned his cigarette from a light hanging to a bite on his lips and teeth.

The cigarette swayed in his mouth, and the rain and mist swayed in the fleeting flames of light.

"I haven't forgotten, but I need ...... urgently now"

The woman seemed to be about to tell her grievances, but he interrupted him mercilessly.

"No, not at any time, not at anyone, that's the rule. This is a strict time and space rule, and if you are targeted by the [Scourge of the Era], you will be dead. ”

He took a puff of his cigarette, and the flame grew brighter and brighter, as if a fire had been lit in the moonlight of the night that would never be extinguished.

"Once you get out of the central curve, everything is unstable and no one can control it. If there is any trouble, don't talk about you, it's a low-level era disaster...... And it will suffer. ”

"Death is chasing me, Merlin."

She called out his name.

She had to call him for help.

"I can't help it, Merlin, I must go back again! Go back there, or everything will be worse. ”

Merlin frowned tightly and pressed his bowler hat down, he wanted to say no words, but hesitated because he knew what she was trying to say.

Then, he quietly said "no".

Then, he switched to a pure London accent.

"This is impossible, Ms. Wen Qian, don't you know how much risk you took to send [Arthur] to [Avalon] back then? I remember you being there, and I think you know how serious the consequences are. ”

"It's something that can't be replicated. What's more, [Lin Zhen] is nowhere to be found, even if you beg me, I have more than enough heart and strength. ”

He didn't say that I didn't want to help you, but just came to let her know that Merlin probably wouldn't help her.

Wen Qian's black robe covered her white hair, showing that her calm face was abruptly vicissitudes.

"Yes, I know you won't help me, but I'm still lucky, I hope you can help me, in such a long time, I think you are the only one who can help me."

She was a little frustrated.

"The Child of Destiny has been born, and when it comes to the end of all things, it will be too late, Merlin. I am here not to ask you as a prophet, but as a friend. ”

Wen Qian lowered her head and looked at the crystal ball in her hand.

There was a hollow, nothing-than-everything phantom.

"Whether it is you or me, you should know that we have no power to change the prophecy, everything will go according to the order, the past will return to the past, the end will end to the end, history is like this."

She turned.

"Anyway, I'm Raven with your help. And only this time, I need your help to get me back, please, Merlin, I must go back...... So that I can have peace of mind. ”

Merlin looked at her back, frowned abruptly, and threw his head into the water, which was the newly fallen rain, and chased and intercepted a small piece of masonry on the ground, sinking into the water, shining brightly against the wolf's teeth in the sky.

And when the smoke entered the water, it was extinguished with a thud, and the crescent moon was smashed into a wave of silver, and it calmed down in an instant.

Everything calmed down again, and as Merlin spoke, black crows streaked across the sky and landed on the top floor of the Tower of London, and the silent Big Ben chilted.

One, two, gradually, twelve fell.

"War is inevitable, Ms. Wen Qian, with all due respect, the world used to be full of strife, killings, and wars, and you can't hope that the world will be peaceful for so many years and really believe that there will be no more wars in this world."

"It's the same in that world."

Merlin pressed his top hat down again, and he stopped looking up.

"If you feel guilty, you'd better not take yourself too seriously, Ms. Wen Qian, I admire your courage at the beginning, and you are willing to stand up and uphold justice for the demon world, but if it weren't for that woman, I don't think I would have brought you here."

"This is your refuge, and as long as you return to that world again, you will surely provoke war again, after all, you are a human vessel of wishes. Although you have an old oriental name, don't forget that the essence of your being a vessel of wishes is not to let anyone know that you can make their wishes come true. ”

"It doesn't matter if their intentions are dirty or not."

Merlin's words are relaxed, and he grits his teeth every word, like a piece of advice.

And she was not dumbfounded, but kept looking at the crystal ball in her hand, looking at everything in it, and watching it slowly sink into her palm and disappear.

"I'll give you one last piece of advice, Ms. Wen Qian, the Holy Grail should be like a Holy Grail, not care about the life or death of human beings. You must understand that those shells tainted by desire will not have pure souls, and even if the so-called child of fate can make an earth-shattering wish, it is only a tool for you. ”

"It's easier to live here than to live there, and don't daydream."

As soon as Merlin's words were finished, Wen Qian was about to speak again, but Merlin stretched out a hand and stopped her mouth.

Merlin snorted coldly and stared at Wen Qian with those beautiful purple eyes.

The white snow on earth was blown away by the wind, swaying in the rain and mist, and the crescent moon gradually became brighter and brighter, and the cold expression that could hide Merlin under the top hat shone on a miserable white and solemn look.

"The prophet must remain silent so that the prophecy can come true."

With that, Merlin shook off his long trench coat and wrapped the scarf around his neck.

It was an overly British garment, a trench coat that shielded the rain, the wind, and Merlin's veil.

He was as serious and terrible as anyone who had ever lived in England. Facing the steaming train, a black whirlpool flashed and came to the inner room of the train.

Wen Qian watched him leave, but her thoughts never stopped.

She looked at the crow on Big Ben in the distance and clenched her fists.

Even if you grit your teeth and have to face it, you will never be qualified to escape, will you?