"You don't know that the alien warhammer almost smashed my head at that time."
In this dimly lit mansion in Las Vegas, two bottles of wine were already half empty. In an increasingly familiar atmosphere, Merlin gestured his finger and said:
"Really, it's just a little bit short."
"Then you are really lucky. When I face this situation, those weapons often hit me."
Lingdie curled her lips:
"That hurts a lot. Do you have no feelings when your life is hanging on the line?"
"Yes, I have."
Merlin put down his wine glass, leaning against the chair, recalling:
"At that moment, many pictures flashed back into my mind, my family, relatives, adopted sons, and friends, by the way, I still remember you. The scene where the crimson energy formed the wings behind you looked so gorgeous no matter how many times it was."
He stopped, opened his eyes, looked at the spirit butterfly, and he said:
"Do you want some music?"
“What is this doing?”
Lingdie put the cup on the table with a strange smile on her face. She blinked at Merlin and said:
"It's getting more and more like a date, tell me, Merlin, are you planning something? Like getting me drunk or something."
"Uh, no, no. Your alcohol tolerance is much better than mine."
Merlin replied frankly:
"It's just that some people say I'm too lonely, and more than one person says that. I want to stop being lonely, but after thinking about it, my friends seem to have only a few of them. Well, I really live quite lonely."
"You men."
Lingdie supported her chin with her hands. Under the dim light, there was a halo on her beautiful face. She looked at Meilin and said with a teasing voice:
"I always think of us poor weak women when I need it. But to be honest, Merlin, what do you think of me? A high-end prostitute? Do you want to go to bed now and let me 'serve' you?"
"No, I don't mean that."
Although there was no anger in Lingdie's voice, Merlin still explained seriously:
"I just simply chat with old friends to relieve my inner depression. In fact, I am still cooking a pot of magic potions at home now, and I don't have much time to stay here. I will have to go back in about 25 minutes."
"Okay, no explanation, a simple little boy."
Lingdie picked up the wine glass and took a sip of it. After a moment, she stretched out her finger and rubbed it on the edge of the cup. She said to Meilin in a gentle tone:
"I can tell at a glance what you are thinking, but unfortunately, I am very happy to be single now. I mean, when you live long enough, feelings will become a drag. I am not ready to start a new relationship. Although I don't know much about you, I still hear about what happened in New York. You may not know that for a while, I was employed by the Ten Rings Gang."
"I have also heard of the things you did in Afghanistan. You are a good person, and I don't hate you, I just."
"I can understand."
Meilin also picked up the wine glass and raised it to Lingdie, and he said:
"In fact, it was just a sudden accident that prompted me to come here so impulsively. I can understand. Don't talk about these things, let me have a good drink."
"To be honest, you don't know me at all, and we are not suitable either. At least it is not suitable now."
Lingdie raised her wine glass, she drank all the wine in the glass, and then said to Meilin with a hint of drunkenness:
"You deserve better, like the girl who saved you several times, what's her name? Carol?"
"Carol is gone."
Merlin breathed a sigh of relief, and he said with a hint of loss:
"She went to the stars to find her own life. It was a long distance, so long that even longing was a burden."
"Oh, I get it."
Lingdie hugged her arms and said clearly:
"Carol abandoned you, so you came to me and you are such a fickle bad guy."
She stuck out her tongue and licked her lips, and she suddenly said to Merlin:
"To be honest, if you miss me, you won't resist much."
"Forget it."
Merlin was an adult, and he could understand the lady in front of him, but at this moment, he seemed a little hesitant. He looked at his watch and said:
"It's getting late, it's time for my potion to be out of the potion. I'll leave first. We've had a great chat today. I'll get the money to your bank account. See you next time."
After saying that, he stood up and moved back to New York.
And just as the light around him began to flash, behind him, Lingdie suddenly asked:
“Merlin.”
"Um?"
Meilin turned around and looked at the butterfly, who picked up the wine glass and stood up, she asked:
"I have to confirm that we are still friends, right? You won't be like those stupid young people who have failed to pull me into the blacklist because of their failed pursuit, right?"
"Well, we're still friends."
Merlin said seriously:
"I will come to you as long as you need it."
"Goodbye, be careful when working."
"Swish"
In the twist of light, Meilin's figure disappeared into the butterfly's room as Tathagata.
The mercenary drank all the wine in the cup. In the darkness, she plucked her hair and chuckled.
"Ha, what a stupid man."
She touched her cheek, looked back at the candle that was still burning on the table, emitting rose-scented fragrance, and she whispered with satisfaction:
"Ah, Elizabeth, Elizabeth, it seems that you are still very charming. There are people who pursue you so romantically, you are not old yet."
"Buzz"
Meilin's figure reappeared in his living room. He touched his heart and felt a little regretful of being so impulsive.
If the spirit butterfly hadn't been generous enough, this time it would have caused a very embarrassing scene.
"It's still not suitable."
Merlin shrugged. His feelings for Lingdie were also very complicated. It was a kind of memory mixed with life-saving grace and a moment of stunning. No matter what, Lingdie was the first supernatural lady to appear in his life.
Men remember their first time.
But when he was with Lingdie, he was very relaxed, but he did not have the kind of feelings to grow. He admired the powerful and independent female mercenary, but obviously, as Lingdie said, they were not suitable.
"well"
Merlin sighed, and he unbuttoned his cuffs and walked into the basement while hanging his suit jacket on the hanger.
Some of the ingredients of Animagus potion should have been boiled.
However, the moment he walked into the basement, Merlin saw the extinguished crucible, and the crucible side, the bottles of raw material potion that were sorted into potion bottles. More importantly, a guy with white hair tied into a ponytail was busy on Merlin's alchemy platform with white test gloves.
He was like a professional alchemist, with very professional techniques, processing the materials of Merlin.
He acted naturally, just like this was his own home.
"Ahem"
Merlin pulled out his wand and coughed a few times.
"Sir, who are you? Why did you show up at my house?"
"Well?"
The sound made by Merlin with the sounding device made the busy white-haired man turn his head suddenly. He was an uncle with a smile on his face.
He looked like he was 4 or 50 years old, with two strands of white hair hanging down to his ears, a white beard beside his mouth, and a pair of toad mirrors were pressed on his eyes, covering half of his face. Of course, the most important thing is that there was a hideous wound on his face and on his left eye, spreading from his forehead to his left cheek.
It should be an old wound. The wound has healed, but it still leaves a hideous scar.
Just from this scar, we can see that the familiar man in front of us should be a person with a story.
"Oh, the children nowadays are so careless."
Facing Meilin's vigilant gaze, the uncle took off the gloves from his hand and said to Meilin:
"While I was still cooking potions, I ran away first. If I hadn't come in time, your potion would have been done. These materials look quite familiar. Are you going to make deformation potions?"
"You helped me with the potion?"
Merlin took a look at the cleanly clean cauldron, and nodded to the white-haired uncle in front of him:
"Then I have to thank you, but the problem is, you haven't told me yet, who are you?"
"I? I'm a sender."
The uncle took off his sunglasses and looked at Meilin:
"I'll send you a letter for someone."
"You are a witch hunter!"
When Merlin saw the yellow, cat-like pupils, he almost immediately identified the identity of the uncle in front of him. He had seen such eyes once in Old Whistler. To be honest, such obvious characteristics are hard to forget after seeing them once.
"Yes, I'm a witch hunter."
The white-haired uncle shrugged, and he took out a wrinkled letter from his waist pocket and handed it to Merlin, saying:
"I met Little Ulysses last month and he asked me to help him take care of his baby daughter, but I found out that his daughter seems to be with you now, so he wrote a letter to me to pass it on to you."
“Ulysses?”
Meilin looked at the letter without a signature, and he looked suspiciously at the white-haired, gentle but very vicissitudes of the uncle in front of him, and he said:
"Ulysses. Master of Bloodstone?"
"Yeah, yes, it's him."
The white-haired uncle sighed:
"Ah, time flies so fast. In a blink of an eye, the little kid from that time is now called a master."
"Where is Master Ulysses? Since he is still alive, why don't you come back to see his daughter? Elsa has always been worried about him."
Merlin said:
"There hasn't been a message for several years. Isn't it too irresponsible for such a father?"
"Well, what do you mean?"
The white-haired uncle said hesitantly:
"Ulysses had no choice but to do something very important to him. In short, you will know after reading the letter."
After saying that, the uncle ignored Meilin. He put on his gloves again and began to help Meilin deal with the alchemy materials. Judging from his skillful movements and techniques, this uncle is definitely an alchemy master.
Merlin sat aside and reached out to open the wrinkled letter.
It can be seen that the letter was written in a very urgent situation, and there was a trace of blood on the letter paper.
“Mr. Merlin:”
"I'm sorry to bother you this way, but I'm chasing Dracula now. I really can't take time and can't go see my Elsa."
"Dracula is the eternal enemy of the Bloodstone family. It is a very dangerous legendary vampire. Once it knows that Elsa has left the Bloodstone Manor, it will definitely attack my daughter. I hope you can protect Elsa on my behalf, and most importantly, don't let her know what I'm doing now, and don't let her participate in Dracula's affairs."
"We've never met, but I know that you are also a soldier who served the former Strategic Science Legion. Page has a high opinion of you, so I'm very relieved to leave this to you."
"Of course, I won't let you do these things in vain. I, Mr. Togelot, brought you my gift of thanks and it should satisfy you."
"Finally, as your reward for helping me take care of my daughter, I would like to remind you one more time."
"As early as the Strategic Science Legion, there were some dangerous elements in your organization. Peggy had been trying to suppress them before retirement, but SHIELD's rapid expansion gave them a chance to rise again."
“Based on the information I have collected during this period, those hiding have reached a deal with vampires in America called the ‘Ultimate Program’. They are no longer satisfied with being invisible in the darkness. They are actively seeking intervention from external forces. I mean, their next plan is likely to be to subvert the organization you are in.”
"Be careful."
"Finally thank you again for your help, Mr. Merlin. If I have the chance in the future, I will thank you in person."
"-Ulysses. Bloodstone, July 2000."
After reading the letter, Merlin did not doubt the authenticity of the contents in the letter. At the bottom of the letter, not only was there a bloodstone family badge, but Ulysses's private seal. Merlin had seen it once in Elsa, and this was not fake.
Moreover, in this letter, Ulysses had already pointed out the identity of the white-haired uncle in front of him.
"Are you Geralt of Livia?"
Meilin put down the letter in his hand, looked at the busy uncle in front of him, and said:
"Legendary Witch Hunter White Wolf? Are you really still alive?"
"Yes, for a while, they did call me Bailang."
The uncle said without looking back:
"But then no one called that. Those who knew me, those I knew, were dead."
"How could you live for so long?"
Merlin asked:
"It's been more than 1,000 years, right?"
"Well, to be precise, 1373."
The uncle said in a relaxed tone:
"In your opinion, it's very long, right? In fact, it seems to me it's just a sparse and ordinary person. I also know a beautiful lady who has lived since 400 BC to the present."
"No, I mean, how did you live so long?"
Merlin changed his question and said:
"The lifespan of the witch hunter is not that long, right?"
"Oh, this one."
Geralt turned around, he looked at Merlin, shrugged, and said:
"Because I have a warlock with great alchemy, and there are no witch hunters of the same era as me, so they are old and I am still alive."
Speaking of this, Geralt grinned, smiled, and said to Merlin in a tone of an experienced person:
"So, little boy, you must keep your eyes open when you look for a wife in the future."
Chapter completed!