In the early morning, the mist dispersed.

The floating clouds in the sky are lazy and idle, stained with red under the magic sun.

"Haha-" Sheldon yawned and covered his eyes with two fingers. The sun was still a bit dazzling.

Next to him, Merlin was still sleeping soundly.

A month has passed, and as someone who quit the Merlin Cult, he is still taking care of the little guy next to him.

He no longer needed a cradle and, according to the doctors, he shouldn't have even been given one in the first place.

Merlin is now fully able to carry out basic daily conversations, and his body is as if it were made of rubber, inexplicably taller by several centimeters.

The long hair on the top of his head seems to have flowed down to his shoulders along with his height.

After this month, he finally saw Merlin's cleverness.

It's even a little scary.

As long as you teach him something, he can learn it almost immediately. Of course, it is only an extremely superficial knowledge.

Not to mention the pronunciation skills, he can now learn to count and know what they mean.

He is only one year old now...

But don't forget that there are two souls in his body. The nightmare soul perfectly serves as Merlin's "tutor". Whenever a child has something he doesn't understand, this "teacher" will help him with an unhappy look on his face.

Explain what is what.

Of course, it will work out in one click.

Perhaps because the two souls merged into one, subconsciously, the nightmare itself also vaguely felt the other's thoughts.

Now, the nightmare has a name.

His name is "Merlin" and the child is called "Marx".

The collective name of the two people became "Melin Marquez".

Because this is very convenient and the two of them won't be able to tell who is who, Nightmare just accepts it silently.

As for why the nightmare is called "Merlin"...

He doesn't know it himself, but he always feels a sense of pride?

Perhaps, this is also the cleverness of Marquez...

What Merlin represents is self-evident.

Today's breakfast is still toast and a cup of milk coffee.

Merlin's food has not changed, it is milk.

After a while, Sheldon was thinking about giving him something non-liquid to eat.

"dad......"

"What's wrong? Merlin?"

"Why do you call me Marin outside? Am I called Marin?" Merlin's big eyes sparkled with water.

"Ah..." Sheldon didn't dare to look directly at the other person, "Well... of course your name is Merlin, but outside, I still can't call you Marin.

Wrong. But you have to remember that no matter how many times others call you Marin, you are still called Merlin."

"Why?"

"For...hehe..."

Sheldon smiled and did not continue.

"What?" Merlin raised his eyebrows and purred.

"For Merlin, that is, for yourself."

"Hmph!" Merlin still didn't understand, so he had no choice but to knock on the table in an anti-epidemic manner.

Soon, the two of them had eaten and drank enough, one big and one small. Sheldon pushed the door open, and Merlin burst through the door and stepped into the bright sunshine outside.

It seems like today is a little different.

Sheldon looked at the mountains not far away, which was the direction of Merlin's Holy Land.

No, nothing.

"It's really weird..." he murmured.

The World Tree barrier that I thought would last for a while actually disappeared so quickly!

What does this indicate...

Did they find a way out? Or something else?

He still can't act rashly.

"Good morning, Mr. Sheldon!" Little Russell came over on time and ruffled Merlin's hair affectionately, "Here is today's newspaper!"

"Thank you." Sheldon took out two copper coins from his pocket and put them into Russell's hand.

"Thanks!"

He quickly grasped the edge of the newspaper, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, and quickly scanned the front page.

"Misunderstanding? Or conspiracy? Or - Project Charlie!"

"Charlie's plan?" Sheldon's brows suddenly frowned, "The Merlin Cult actually negotiated peace with Charlie? How could it be? Wasn't it always the case in the past..."

He lowered his head and looked at Merlin, who was looking at him doubtfully, with mixed emotions.

The headlines only printed photos of the two parties shaking hands, without showing their facial expressions.

Very familiar.

That was Cheney, the black and white Cheney, who was still as beautiful as a cherry blossom in his memory.

"Oh..." His heart clenched.

You still have to go to class, right?

Sheldon leaned forward slightly, and finally shook his head, letting Merlin follow behind him.

"Marquez, your 'father' has something on his mind right now." In Merlin's sea of ​​consciousness, Nightmare Merlin's tone was filled with a little smile.

"Really? Oh..." Marquez said indifferently, "So what?"

"Of course, not very good." Merlin chuckled.

...

Merlin Holy Land.

Quiet, very quiet.

Even the chirping of birds among the trees has shrunk back into the tree holes.

The iron cavalry came in droves and stood arrogantly below the seat of the Presbyterian Church. The armor was entangled with magic patterns, and hot breath spurted out from the gaps.

"King Charlie." Cheney was sitting opposite the man, his mouth not wavering at all, "Thank you very much for your forgiveness."

"Haha... let's not worry about Fregra." Charlie's smile was natural, but there was also a hint of sharpness hidden in it.

There are currently only one man and one woman in the Presbyterian Church.

Just as you think, but don't think wrongly, the other people are just hiding elsewhere. The only person who dares to negotiate with Charlie now is Cheney in front of him.

"So, how's Project Merlin going?"

Cheney snapped his fingers, and a magic barrier unfolded above the two of them, floating quietly in the air.

It's all filled with dense spells! That's what all the warlocks are striving for, even dreaming of!

"This is our current transformation technique for the spiritual transformation of human bodies. Of course, it is only part of it." Cheney deliberately blurred the specific details of the magic pattern to prevent King Charles from plagiarizing openly. "Obviously.

, this technique has not been perfected yet, if it is used on people rashly, the chance of success is very certain, it is 0."

Charlie seemed to have no intention of recording, and crossed his legs casually, as if the picture in front of him was a work of art.

"Such a huge spell...it should be used by more than one person." Charlie said.

"This is a group of spells that can include the entire Yaris. With the blessing of the magic power of the 'Original Rune', it should be possible, but... the current methods are not mature yet. Our efforts for thousands of years are

In order to complete what is left of the Tree of Life, the 'Merlin Project' is our method."

Charlie nodded pretendingly, with a kind smile on his face, which made Cheney feel a little panicked.

"Well, you did a good job." He said, "I believe that the death of my dear brother was nothing more than a farce."

"Uh!" Cheney's heart suddenly jumped up. Why could the man in front of him say such chilling words so easily?

"I am willing to approve the establishment of the 'Merlin Project'."

"Seriously?" Cheney was confused by the sudden response.

"Indeed." Charlie chuckled, holding his hands to support his head, "My brother is indeed a little too old-fashioned sometimes."
To be continued...