Outside the tavern in Merlin, night has begun to cover Kandahar City.

The news of militants and jihadists fighting fire outside the city has been back. Everyone who has been to the scene is rumoring that terrifying scene, dozens of people died, and it is like blood flowing.

A panic about the arrival of war spreads wildly among the crowd, and at worst, no one in the city can come forward to stop this terrible panic.

It's like an unstoppable plague of mind, it will eventually break out.

It will kill the last hope of all life in the city before the real war destroys the city.

Many times, fear is a more destructive force than swords, guns and bullets.

But in this quiet tavern, everything seemed to be isolated.

On the table next to him, the lying soldier's breathing had become stable. Although it was still very weak, the rhythmic breathing meant that he had passed the most dangerous period.

A life was saved like this.

This should have been a glorious thing, but neither of them in the tavern paid much attention to it.

In the face of Merlin's inquiry, Lincoln Campbell, a young man from Ohio, seemed a little silent. He drank the wine in his glass and said to Merlin with a slightly drunkenness:

"You said you can modify your memory?"

"It's not modification, it's forgetting."

Merlin explained:

"Of course, it can be done with modifications. But it's quite troublesome. To modify a memory, it also requires other magic. I generally don't like to do meaningless things."

"Then after I tell you my secret, can you help me modify my memory?"

The young man looked at Merlin and said:

"Change me into someone who hates alcohol, wants to be a good doctor, and wants to spend his whole life peacefully. Oh, by the way, I hate violence very much, can you do it with a gentle personality?"

"Yaaaaaa, young man, you have so many requests."

Merlin stroked his wand, and Lora was beating in his palm, as if responding to his master.

He looked at Lincoln and said:

"I can do it, but I'm curious, the secret you revealed is worth it. And, why do you want to be such a person? You say you want to be alcohol averse, but what I see is a young man who is immersed in alcohol. You are hiding something with drunkenness, right?"

"If you can escape pain by getting drunk, how perfect the world will be."

Lincoln chuckled and said:

"I am indeed numbing myself with alcohol, but that's really not what I want. Every time I sober up, the pain of being suppressed is doubled. A year ago, I had a girlfriend who had been in love for several years and loved me. I still have an ideal and a future. But now, I have nothing."

"I disappointed her again and again, and I was simply a scumbag in alcohol and domestic violence."

The young man's smile was filled with pain, he said:

"But Mr. Merlin, have you ever encountered that kind of situation? The kind of situation where you are awake but you can't control your irritable emotions, the kind of despair that you clearly love her but still can't control your anxiety on her."

"Oh, no."

Merlin shook his head and said bluntly:

"The men who beat women are all scumbags. Fortunately, that's you, not me."

"Yes, I'm a scumbag."

Lincoln said seriously:

"So I hope you can change my memory, change my personality, and give me a chance to start over again for a second time."

"I'm even more curious about this, how did you become like this?"

Merlin pointed to the wine glass in Lincoln's hand and said:

"Many people drink heavily and use alcohol to numb fears, but in fact, this behavior will only backfire. What are you afraid of? What are you escaping? What does those things have to do with you being brought to Afghanistan by a mysterious person?"

"have!"

Lincoln gritted his teeth and pointed at his heart, he said:

"The demon lives in my heart. After the night of my 18th birthday, it wakes up and roars and wants to rush out of the cage. That is the instinct, the instinct of longing for violence and destruction."

"I thought I was cursed, but then I realized that it was not a curse. It was talking to me, and in every quiet night, it was urging me to find the key to release it."

"From then on, I've been scared of the night."

Lincoln poured himself another glass of wine, and he raised his neck and drank the spirit in a way that surprised Merlin.

He said:

"Only when I'm drunk, I can calm down and be truly calm. I didn't mean to hurt her, but I just couldn't control it. The sound rang in my soul, and it was eager to wake up."

"No, there are no demons in your body."

Merlin looked at the young man in front of him who seemed to be talking nonsense, and he said with certainty:

"In terms of how well I know about demons, if you are a demon believer or a parasitic, you will never live to get into my car. Well, the time for the puzzle is over, Lincoln, I can help you reshape your skills. Now tell me, what is your secret?"

“inhumans.”

Lincoln said a strange word.

Merlin was stunned for a moment. He had never heard of this term. After a moment, he asked:

"Inhuman? What does this mean?"

"I'm not very clear either."

Lincoln said frankly:

"This word was told by the mysterious man who appeared in the bar and brought me from Cincinnati to Afghanistan. He didn't say much to me. He just told me that the call in my heart was not a curse, but a great inheritance flowing in my blood in the revival of instinctive desire. He told me that he would take me to my true 'home'."

"He told me that I don't need to be afraid anymore."

A sarcastic smile flashed across Lincoln's face, and he said:

"Shet! Did he think I was a child? I asked me to follow him for a few casual words and let me abandon everything in the world, just because of the ghost inheritance! But do you know? Mr. Merlin, I have no choice."

"He didn't give me any choice. He just grabbed my arm, I saw the blue light beating, I saw the dizzy light, and in the blink of an eye, I appeared in the corner of the city in Kandahar."

The young man grabbed his hair and he was already drunk.

He gritted his teeth and said:

"He didn't even give me a chance to say goodbye to her. Hell! Hell!! Who would like to come to this ghost place? Who would like to be relatives with that monster! He didn't even have eyes!"

"Um?"

Merlin was interested, he looked at Lincoln, and he said:

"Describe to me the appearance of the mysterious man who took you away. Do you think he has no eyes?"

"Yes."

Lincoln said:

"The ordinary face, gray-white short hair, has a nose, a mouth, and an ear, but the face between the nose and forehead is flat. There is no structure of eyes at all, as if the eyes never exist."

"Apart from his eyes, he looks no different from a normal person. He is wearing a gray windbreaker and a tie."

The young man shook his dizzy head, he said:

"I was frightened, really. I've never seen anyone like that. I thought he was a mutant, but he told me that he had nothing to do with mutants. He was an alien, a successor to the blood of the gods of ancient times. He told me that there were many people like me in his home."

"What else?"

Merlin asked:

"Did he tell you anything else? Like where is his home? His organization, the situation of the Inhuman, the ability, or other secrets?"

"He didn't say where it was."

Lincoln leaned against the chair and said:

"He only told me that the name of 'home' is 'The Afterlife'. It is a paradise among the Himalayan mountains, where the aliens live. After less than 20 minutes with him, he left in a hurry, as if something important had happened. He asked me to wait for him in Kandahar, and he would come back as fast as possible."

"He told me that the situation I had on the night of my 18th birthday was a sign of the awakening of the bloodline of the alien. I needed to come into contact with something strange, seemingly called mist, to complete the transformation from humans to aliens, and the kind of thing that is crucial to aliens is there on their side."

"Um"

Merlin nodded.

The news Lincoln revealed doesn't seem fake.

But the existence of Inhuman, this organization, or race, was never known to Merlin before. There were no clues in the documents left by Ms. Carter.

It is no secret that the existence of mutants is, but what are the things about these aliens who seem to be very similar to mutants?

If things are really as Lincoln said, if the inheritance of the alien can be traced back thousands of years ago, then how did they achieve generations of hiddenness?

Also, why do aliens live in the Himalayas? And as Lincoln means, it seems that becoming aliens means completely severing contact with the outside world?

Are they going to form a small civilization?

Or do they simply disagree with being part of human civilization?

The more Merlin thought about it, the more she felt that this matter was strange.
To be continued...