Or maybe after Cecilia entered the cave with her front legs, Haoren came here with her back legs.
"That little girl, Nadong must have misunderstood him!"
Looking at the place where Cecilia was standing before, the corners of Haoren's mouth were slightly raised.
Although it is unclear why Cecilia imagined that she was Merlin, it can be seen from Cecilia's usual words and deeds that she has great trust in her ability.
Only in this way will she be eager to recruit herself and be used by her.
Of course, it is impossible for Haoren to go to Britain or serve any royal family.
The easiest way is undoubtedly to reject the wrong party on the spot, but the problem is, he has not rejected Cecilia before, and rejecting her is completely useless.
He had already refused once in the rift, and he had refused many times since then.
But that girl was as determined as if she had eaten a weight. Even if she was rejected in person, she had no intention of giving up.
Therefore, Haoren had planned such a solution in advance.
Since in Cecilia's eyes, Merlin is omnipotent, then just let Merlin fall to the altar...
And the fact is, he did not do that.
In fact, the best way is to have a fight with the demon, and then Zhuqi will be defeated and defeated, but his strength has been exposed in the previous battle with the big demon king, so that method will not work.
Then it is necessary to let Cecilia see her own shortcomings in terms of character, quality and behavior.
Telling Cecilia that she is not good at dealing with traps will break Merlin's "perfect" image.
Let her know that Merlin has flaws and is omnipotent.
Of course, Cecilia may not necessarily believe it. It turns out that she may have imagined it as a test to see if she was wrong.
Since it was considered a "test", he wanted to pass some strange "tests" to completely subvert the image of the perfect "Merlin" that Cecilia had made up in her mind.
Even at that moment, Haoren could imagine that Cecilia looked ashen and had various doubtful thoughts in her heart after going through those tests.
Ah, how could Lord Merlin, who is a role model to others, test those weird things?
It's so difficult. Even if you pass the test, do you want to be punished like this every day by Lord Merlin as your mentor?
I don’t ask for it…
Lord Merlin is really too bad to even think of such a thing.
I was wrong, Lord Merlin did not deny the king's mentor at all.
In this way, the "perfect" Merlin image in Cecilia's mind will collapse and she will give up.
As soon as he thought about it, Haoren dissolved into wisps of gray mist, and as the gray mist obscured the space fluctuations that shimmered with silver light, his figure quickly disappeared in place.
…
"Lord Merlin is not good at traps or anything like that, so maybe it's true that Winnie and the others are trapped.
Lord Merlin wondered whether it would be easy to rescue them, and the reason why he did not do so was probably because..."
"Hmm...is it definitely a test given to him by Lord Merlin, or a necessary test for the king?"
"Those tests must be difficult and very serious and formal, right?"
"If he passes the test successfully, Merlin will further recognize him and promise to assist him and go to Britain with him!"
"In that case, please try harder and let him see what a difficult test Lord Merlin gives you!"
Cecilia said to herself while carefully sneaking into the cave.
She originally thought that a test like that would probably be very formal and serious.
After all, she has experienced it before, such as killing the demon king Qingbozhu with a holy sword in her legs.
However, the fact is...
After passing through the first section of the cave passage, Cecilia arrived at the fork in the familiar seven-way fork.
And those crossroads are already very different from before.
The entrance was obscured by thick gray fog, and the scene inside could not be seen clearly. Next to each fork in the road, there was a small wooden sign with some words written on it.
Cecilia read it from left to right, and then fell into deep thought.
I would like to know if there were no wooden signs at the entrances to the side roads when I came here before, or if they were there as it is now.
There is no doubt that it is Lord Merlin's leg pen, and it has been verified again that it is a test.
And those wooden signs may represent the appearance of the test.
A test of character?
A test of skill?
A test of courage?
Knowledge test?
Proficiency test?
…
No, no, no, what does that mean?
Character and courage are easy to understand, but what are the tests of skill, knowledge and proficiency?
Perhaps when Cecilia was thinking like this, she seemed to have sensed her arrival, but a hissing sound came from the passage on the far left where a wooden sign of "Character" was erected.
The gray fog that shrouded it soon gradually dissipated, revealing one of the dark passages.
Other passages are not obscured by gray fog.
The meaning is obvious, please ask Cecilia to enter the leftmost passage.
Cecilia stared at the passage for a long time, gritted her teeth slightly, and quickly strode into it.
After walking along the passage for a while, there was soon a thick gray fog blocking the sight ahead. There was a faint silver light and spatial fluctuations in it, but it was obscured by the gray fog.
After passing through the gray fog, Cecilia found herself suddenly appearing outside a familiar confined space.
"Is that the secret room before?"
Although she didn't know how she entered the secret room, Cecilia quickly raised her vigilance and placed the sword in her leg across her chest.
Because if I remember correctly, there are strange tentacles in that secret room, which will spray out that kind of weird liquid that can make people feel itchy or painful all over, and they need to be licked to relieve it.
"That's strange. Isn't that a test of character? What kind of character test?"
Cecilia felt very confused because it was slightly different from the very formal and serious assessment she had expected.
It turned out that, as expected, the liquid poured out again. Even though Cecilia had condensed a spiritual shield, she still got a chill from the shower.
A strange itching feeling surged into my heart again, and at the same time, a powerful demon-forbidden effect sealed Cecilia's spiritual power outside her body.
Having already experienced it once, she could use her own body fluids to relieve those physical discomforts.
But she didn't do that because...
"Hmm...ah, it's so itchy. Could it be that...does Lord Merlin want to test his perseverance after he is soaked by those weird liquids to see if he can maintain his firm belief?"
There are many kinds of noble character, and perseverance is obviously not one of them.
Cecilia guessed this, and forced herself to hold back the discomfort in her body, and walked cross-legged with difficulty on the ground.
However, it was not when she walked away, closing her eyes and preparing to enter a state of letting go of herself and others.
There was a burst of wind, and a strange silver iron whip fell from the sky and landed not far in front of Cecilia.
After the iron whip fell to the east, the tip raised slightly, lit up with a faint silver-red light, and swayed on its own, making a sound like a rattlesnake shaking its tail.
In just an instant, something similar to a "domain" extended from the iron whip body and enveloped the entire secret room space. At the same time, some strange rules rapidly expanded and took shape.
"That's not true?"
Staring at the iron whip with a silvery-red light at its tip, Cecilia felt herself in a trance.
After her spiritual power was sealed, her strength dropped by several levels. Naturally, she didn't know that the small "domain" emitted by the iron whip had changed some rules of the surrounding space.
At this time, an extremely charming and mature female voice suddenly came from the iron whip.
"Hey, little girl, I'm so brave to break into the Great Demon King's graveyard!"