Chapter 266: 31. Come in the middle of the night. Entrust-add more to my brother Sun [18/40]

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"Don't you know that the alien's warhammer almost smashed my head."
In this dimly lit mansion in Las Vegas, two bottles of wine were half empty, and in an increasingly familiar atmosphere, Merlin gestured his finger, he said:
"Really, just a little bit worse."
"Then you are really lucky, when I face this situation, those weapons often hit me."
Lingdie pouted:
"That hurts... Speaking of which, when life is hanging on the line, don't you feel anything?"
"Yes."
Merlin put down the glass and he leaned back in his chair, recalling:
"At that moment, a lot of pictures flashed back in my mind, my family, loved ones, adopted children, friends... Oh, yes, I remembered you, the crimson energy formed the wings behind you. .. no matter how many times, it looks so gorgeous."
He stopped, opened his eyes, and looked at Lingdie, he said:
"Want some music?"
"What is this doing?"
Lingdie put the cup on the table with a weird smile on her face. She blinked at Merlin. She said:
"It's more and more like a date, tell me, Merlin, are you planning something? Such as drunken me."
"Uh, no, no. Your wine is much better than mine."
Merlin replied calmly:
"It's just that some people say I'm too lonely, and more than one person said that. I want to make myself no longer lonely, but when I think about it, my friends seem to be only a few... well, I do live well lonely."
"You guys."
Lingdie supported her chin with her hand. In the dim light, there was a halo on her beautiful face. She looked at Merlin, and she laughed and said:
"It's always when there is a need to think of us poor poor women... but seriously, Merlin, what do you think of me? Senior prostitute? Would you like to go to bed now and let me be good "Service" for you?"
"No, I don't mean it."
Although there was no anger in Lingdie's voice, Merlin explained seriously:
"I just talked to an old friend and talked about my inner depression... In fact, I am still cooking a pot of potion at home, and I don’t have much time to stay here. After about 25 minutes, I You have to go back."
"Okay, no explanation, simple boy."
Lingdie picked up the glass and took a sip. After a while, she held out her finger and rubbed against the edge of the glass. She said to Merlin gently:
"What you are thinking, I can see at a glance, but unfortunately, I am enjoying a single life now... I mean, when you live long enough, these things will become a drag. I I'm not ready to start a new relationship...Although I don't know much about you, I still heard about what happened in New York. You may not know it. For a while, I was hired by the Ten Commandments. .."
"I have heard of the things you do in Afghanistan. You are a good person, I don't hate you, I just..."
"I can understand."
Merlin also picked up the glass and lifted up to the Butterfly, he said:
"Actually, it was just some unexpected accidents that prompted me to come here so impulsively, I can understand. Don't talk about these things, let me drink the bar."
"Seriously, you don't know me at all, and we are not suitable, at least not now."
Lingdie raised the wine glass, she drank all the wine in the glass, and then with a hint of drunkenness, she said to Merlin:
"You deserve better, like the girl who saved you several times, what is her name? Carol?"
"Carroll is gone."
Merlin sighed with relief, and said with a trace of loss:
"She went between the stars to find her life. It was a long distance. It was so long that it was a burden even to miss."
"Oh I see."
Lingdie held her arms and said clearly:
"Carroll abandoned you, so you came to me...you are such a bad boy."
She stuck out her tongue and licked her lips. She suddenly said to Merlin:
"Seriously, if you want...I actually don't resist..."
"forget it."
Merlin is an adult, he can understand the meaning of the lady in front of him, but at this moment, he seemed a bit hesitant. He looked at his watch and said:
"It's not too early. My potion should be out of the pan. I'm going first. I had a great chat today. I will hit the money in your bank account. We will see you next time."
After he finished, 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."
"Ok?"
Merlin turned around and looked at Lingdie, who picked up the glass and stood up, she asked:
"I have to make sure that we are still friends, right? You wouldn't be like a silly young man who would put me on the blacklist because of a failed pursuit, right?"
"Well, we are still friends."
Merlin said seriously:
"As long as you need, I will come to you."
"Goodbye, pay attention to safety when working."
"Uh"
In the distorted light, Merlin's figure disappeared into Lingdie's room as he had come.
The female mercenary drank the wine from the glass. In the darkness, she flicked her hair and gave a chuckle.
"Oh, what a silly man."
She touched her cheek and looked back at the burning candle on the table, which was scented with roses, and she whispered with satisfaction in her face:
"Ah, Elizabeth, Elizabeth, it seems that you are still charming, and there are people who pursue you so romantically, you are not old yet..."

"Om"
Merlin's figure reappeared in his own living room. He touched his heart and regretted being so impulsive.
If it weren't for the Butterfly, it would be awkward this time.
"Sure enough, it is still inappropriate."
Merlin shrugged, and his feelings for Lingdie were also very complicated. It was a kind of memory mixed with life-saving grace and a moment of amazing memory. In any case, Lingdie was the first supernatural lady to appear in his life.
Men remembered for the first time.
But it was easy to get along with Lingdie, but there was no such kind of affection. He admired the powerful and independent female maid, but obviously, as Lingdie said, they were not suitable.
"Ugh..."
Merlin sighed as he hung his suit's coat on the hanger, unbuttoned his sleeves, and walked into the basement.
Some ingredients of Animagus's potion should have been cooked.
However, just the moment he walked into the basement, Merlin saw the crucible that had been extinguished, and the side of the crucible. There were several bottles of raw materials and medicines that were divided into different kinds of medicine bottles. More importantly, a white hair The guy with ponytails, wearing white test gloves, is busy on Merlin's alchemy table.
He is like a professional alchemist, with very professional methods, dealing with the materials of Merlin.
He behaved naturally, as if it were his own home.
"Cough"
Merlin pulled out his wand and coughed a few times.
"This gentleman, who are you? Why did it appear in my house?"
"Uh?"
Merlin used the sound of the sound generator to make the busy white-haired man suddenly turn his head around. It was an uncle with a smile on his face.
It looks like 4, 50 years old, two strands of white hair hanging down to the ears, white beards around the mouth, a pair of frog mirrors on his eyes, blocking a small half of the face, of course the most important thing is, On his face, on his left eye, there was a fierce wound that spread from his forehead to his left cheek.
It should be an old wound, the wound has healed, but there is still a scary scar.
Just from this scar, it can be seen that this familiar man in front of him should be a person with a story.
"Yeah, the child now is so careless."
Faced with Merlin's watchful eyes, the uncle said to Merlin while taking off the gloves in his hand:
"I'm still cooking potions, so I ran first. If it wasn't for me to come in time, your pot of potions would be finished... However, these materials look very familiar, are you going to be a metamorphosis potion?"
"Did you handle the potion for me?"
Merlin glanced at the cleaned crucible. He 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, who the are you?"
"Me? I am a messenger."
The uncle took off his sunglasses, and he looked at Merlin:
"I help someone send you a letter."
"You are a demon hunter!"
When Merlin saw the yellow, cat-like pupils, he almost immediately recognized the identity of the uncle in front of him. He had seen such eyes once in old Whistler. Seriously, such obvious features would be hard to forget after seeing them once.
"Yes, I am a demon hunter."
Uncle White Hair shrugged. He took a crumpled letter from his waist pocket and handed it to Merlin. He said:
"I saw Ulysses Jr. last month, he asked me to help him take care of his baby daughter, but I found that his daughter seems to be with you now, so he wrote a letter and asked me to pass it on to you. "
"Ulysses?"
Merlin looked at the letter without payment. He looked suspiciously at the white-haired, gentle, but vicissuous uncle in front of him. He said:
"Master Ulysses. Bloodstone?"
"Well, yes, it's him."
Uncle Baifa said with some exclamation:
"Ah, time passes so fast. In a blink of an eye, the little fart boy was also called a master now."
"Where is Master Ulysses? Since he is still alive, why not come back to see his daughter? Elsa has always been worried about him."
Merlin says:
"No news has been sent back for several years, is such a father too irresponsible?"
"Well, what do you say?"
Uncle White Hair hesitated and said:
"Ulysses is also forced. He has some important things to be busy. In short, you will know by reading the letter."
Having said that, this uncle no longer ignored Merlin. He put on his gloves again and began to help Merlin deal with those alchemy materials. From his skillful movements and techniques, this uncle was definitely an alchemist.
Merlin sat on the side, reaching for the crumpled letter.
It can be seen that the letter was written in a very urgent situation, and there was still a smell on the letter paper.
"Mr. Merlin:"
"I'm sorry to trouble you in this way, but I'm hunting Dracula now. I really can't spare time and I can't go to 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 me. Elsa, the most important thing is, don’t let her know what I’m doing now, and don’t let her participate in things related to Dracula."
"We have never met before, but I know that you are also a soldier who served in the former Strategic Science Corps. Peggy gave you a very high rating, so I feel relieved to leave this to you."
"Of course, I won't let you do these things in vain. I gave Mr. Togerot a gift of gratitude to you, and it should satisfy you."
"Finally, as a reward for taking care of my daughter, I have to remind you..."
"As early as the period of the Strategic Science Corps, there were some dangerous elements in your organization. Peggy had been trying to suppress them before retiring, but the rapid expansion of SHIELD gave them a rise opportunity."
"According to the information I have collected this time, those who hid have reached an agreement with the American vampires called the "ultimate plan". They are no longer satisfied with stealth in the dark. They are actively seeking external forces. Intervention, I mean, their next plan is likely to subvert your organization."
"Be careful."
"Finally, thank you again for your help, Mr. Merlin. If there is a chance in the future, I will thank you."
"-Ulysses Bloodstone, in July 2000."
After reading the letter, Merlin did not doubt the authenticity of the content in the letter. At the bottom of the letter, not only had the emblem of the Bloodstone family, but also the private seal of Ulysses. Merlin had seen it once in Elsa. It is not fake.
And in this letter, Ulysses has already identified the identity of the white-haired uncle in front of him.
"Are you Geralt? Geralt of Livia?"
Merlin put down the letter in his hand. He looked at the busy uncle in front of him. He said:
"Legend Hunter White Wolf? Are you really alive?"
"Yeah, for a while, they did call me White Wolf."
The uncle said without looking back:
"But then no one called that. Those who knew me, and the people I knew, all died..."
"How can you live so long?"
Merlin asked:
"It has been more than 1,000 years?"
"Well, to be precise, 1373."
The uncle said easily:
"In your opinion, it's very long, right? In fact, it seems to me to be sparse and ordinary. I also know a beautiful lady who lived from 400 BC to the present..."
"No, I mean, how did you live so long?"
Merlin asked another question, he said:
"Has the life of the demon hunter not been so long?"
"Oh, this one."
Geralt turned around. He looked at Merlin and shrugged. He said:
"Because I have a warlock wife who is very powerful in alchemy... there are no demon hunters of the same age as me, so they are old and I am still alive."
Speaking of which, Geralt grinned, smiled, and said to Merlin in a tone of coming:
"So, little boy, you must keep your eyes open when you look for your wife in the future."
"This is a matter of life and death. By the way, it looks like you are very smart. Do you want to play the Kunter game?"
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