The two of them were shocked when they came to Chris! There was a European-style manor deep in the forest! Neat bamboo rakes were surrounding it, and behind the small pine door was a clean path paved with cobblestones.

It leads directly to the gate of the manor. Both sides of the road are filled with blooming flowers and plants. A huge stone tea table is placed at the gate of the manor. There are four wicker chairs next to the tea table. Upon closer inspection, these four wicker chairs are actually grown from the big banyan tree next to it.

It is naturally woven from the roots of the tree! There is also a wooden deck chair under this big banyan tree that needs two people to hug. The manor is now built with neat stone bricks, only two stories high, and the glazed tile roof is shining in the sun

Shining. The coffee table, forest, manor, everything seems to be in a fairy tale world!

The three of them were stunned for several minutes before they finally regained consciousness. Chris stepped forward and shouted, "Is there anyone here?"

After shouting several times but receiving no response, a few people had no choice but to open the small plow door and walk in.

Bruce wanted to push open the door of the manor directly, but was stopped by Chris: "Bruce, it's very rude for us to enter the yard without permission. How can we still enter someone's house without permission?" After saying that, he gently knocked on the door.

After knocking a few times, he asked, "Is there anyone inside? We are lost in the forest. Can we go in and take a rest?"

Bruce curled his lips. He didn't think anyone would live in the house. But the opposite was true. After a while, the door opened from the inside, and a bearded old man wearing a linen robe and a wide pointed hat walked out.

He was not surprised at all when he saw the three of them. He smiled and said to them, "You are finally here."

Kris opened her little mouth slightly and exclaimed: "Do you know us?"

The old man shook his head slightly, pointed to the wicker chair under the banyan tree and said, "You have come a long way, you must be exhausted. Let's go over there and sit down and chat."

The four of them sat down under the tree, and the old man explained: "Your arrival has been predestined, and I am here specifically to wait for you."

Chris exclaimed again: "Are you the white-bearded grandfather who is necessary for the protagonist in the legend?"

The old man smiled and nodded: "You are right to think so."

Ned was also a little excited: "Grandpa, my name is Ned Leeds, this is Jones Doyle, and this is Chris Coleman, she is my girlfriend. Could you please tell us who you are?"

His name?"

The old man smiled and said: "My name, I haven't used it for a long time, let me think about it. People used to call me Merlin, but I can't remember my last name."

Chris jumped up and screamed excitedly: "Merlin Ambrosius! The legendary mage! King Arthur's mentor and best friend!"

Merlin nodded again: "Yes, I remember, that's the name. It was more than a hundred years ago. I didn't expect you to know it."

Bruce was also excited: "Grandpa Merlin, your legendary deeds are known to the world! You are the one I admire most!"

Merlin: "Haha, it's just a false name. By the way, shouldn't there be five of you? Why are there just three of you here?"

Ned explained: "Jones and Anna went to the city to find out information. The three of us didn't know the language of this place, so we stayed in the forest."

"I see, then we won't wait for them. Let me explain to you the cause and effect first." After Merlin finished speaking, he waved his sleeves on the tea table, and four cups of fragrant scented tea appeared in front of everyone, with a

A plate of fruit and a plate of pastries. "This is the scented tea and pastries I made myself. Let's see if they suit your taste."

The three people's eyes turned green when they saw the pastries. After saying thank you, they grabbed the pastries like a tiger pouncing on its prey. The plate of pastries disappeared without a trace without holding on for a minute.

Merlin looked at the three little guys grabbing the food lovingly, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, there are enough pastries." He waved his sleeves to the table again, and six pastries appeared on the empty plate again. The three cheered and started again.

Merlin conjured four plates of cakes in a row to barely feed the three little guys.

Chrissy, Ned and Bruce leaned on the wicker chairs and burped comfortably. The huge sense of satisfaction made the three of them completely relax their vigilance towards Merlin.

Merlin waited until they finished eating and then said: "More than a hundred years ago, after Arthur and the traitor Mordred died together, I left Tintagel Castle and returned here. This is where I met Arthur's father, Uther.

This place is also my place of practice.”

Merlin paused and continued: "After Arthur's death, England was divided again to form the current Seven Kingdoms struggle for hegemony. After Arthur's death, I returned here disheartened, thinking about never being involved in the world. But that night I did

I had a dream. I dreamed that in the future, five young people would cross the bridge of time and come to me. They are smart and brave. They are the ones who will end the chaos of the Seven Kingdoms! And I need to be their guide and help.

Guide them to complete their mission of unifying England!"

Bruce, Ned and Chrissy were very excited when they heard this. Chrissy was the first to be unable to hold back: "Grandpa Merlin, the five people you mentioned are us! It's a pity that there are only three of us here."

Merlin smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, just bring them over when they come back. Don't you doubt what I said at all?"

Chrissy and Ned looked at each other, and Ned smiled at him and nodded. Chrissy immediately answered excitedly: "No, we are college students from the 21st century, and we traveled here due to some unknown reasons. That's it.

As you said, we came here across the bridge of time. Besides, what we speak is standard English, which is very different from today's English, but you can communicate with us, isn't it already explained?

Is everything over?”

Ned and Bruce also agreed. Merlin smiled even more happily: "You are much smarter than Arthur. I grew up watching that bastard, but he was always wary of me. Later he became even more so when he became the king.

He doesn’t trust me! If he listens to my advice and doesn’t go his own way to find the Holy Grail, he won’t die! Eh!”

Chris raised her hand and asked: "Grandpa Merlin, I have a question. Is it true that the legendary King Arthur has a magical golden sword?"

Merlin: "Oh, you said the King's Sword. That sword does exist. After Arthur died, I put the sword back into the Fairy Lake again."

Bruce also asked: "Then the sword in the stone also exists?"

Merlin nodded again: "That sword was forged by me in imitation of the King's Sword. It's in the house. I'll take you to see it later."

Chris was even more excited: "Grandpa Merlin, is it true that 'whoever pulls out the sword from the stone will be the King of England'?"

Merlin shook his head this time: "This is not true. The Sword in the Stone was imitated by me. Although it is extremely sharp, it does not have the divinity of the Sword of Kings. At that time, Arthur was just a poor boy with no background and wanted to convince everyone.

You have to find a suitable reason. That's how the Sword in the Stone came about. I put a little magic on the Sword in the Stone, and no one can pull it out except Arthur."

Bruce also raised his hand and asked: "Grandpa Merlin, is the real sword of the king an artifact?"

Merlin nodded: "Not everyone can use the King's Sword. It must be a destined king to wield it freely. Iron is sharpened like clay, but in the hands of ordinary people, it is just a piece of iron. And you should know that the most important thing about the King's Sword is not

sword."

The three Bruces said in unison: "It's the scabbard!"

Merlin took a sip of tea and continued: "Yes, the King's Sword is extremely sharp and can cut off everything in the world, and the scabbard can protect the owner from any harm. People who only know how to attack but not how to defend are not worthy of becoming a qualified

the monarch."

Chris: "Is the scabbard also in Fairy Lake?"

Merlin shook his head: "When Arthur first became emperor, he was brave and skillful in fighting, appointed wise men, and governed England prosperously. However, after he passed middle age, he gradually began to indulge in pleasure. The scabbard is a higher-level artifact than the sword and has a sense of autonomy, so it

He finally left Arthur and his whereabouts are still unknown."

Chris was disappointed: "It's such a pity. I don't know if there will be a chance to find the scabbard."

Arthur nodded: "Yes, as long as there is another wise monarch, after getting the recognition of the King's Sword, he can retrieve the scabbard by relying on the connection between the sword and the scabbard. Putting aside this, your arrival is already destined.
Chapter completed!