Chapter 838:

"Sincerely, what dream?"
"What dream? Why, I had a dream in Arthur's court-a person who never existed; I am talking to you, this dream is just a product of imagination."
"Oh, yes, it is true! Is it a dream that you will be burned to death tomorrow? Oh, answer me!"
It is painful to experience my shock. Now I start to think that my situation is serious, dreamy or dreamless. Because I know from the strong experience of lifelike dreams in the past that even being burned to death in a dream is not a joke, and it must be avoided anyway, whether it is fair or dirty, I can do it. So I pleaded:
"Ah, Clarence, good boy, I only have one friend,-because you are my friend, right?-Don't let me down; help me design some ways to escape this place!"
"Now, but hear your own words! Run away? Why, guys, the corridor is guarded and armed."
"No doubt, no doubt. But how much does Clarence have? I hope not much?"
"Full score. Someone may not want to escape." Pauses-hesitating: "There are other reasons-and heavier."
"Others? What are they?"
"Well, they said-oh, but I dare not, indeed I dare not!"
"Why, poor boy, what's going on? Why shrink? Why tremble?"
"Oh, peace of mind, there is a need! I do want to tell you, but-"
"Come on, come on, be brave, be a man-speak out, there is a good buddy!"
He hesitated, one was out of desire, the other was out of fear. Then he sneaked to the door, peeping and listening. Finally approached me quietly, pressed his mouth to my ear, quietly told me his terrible news, and with a timid fear, a timid man ventured on the terrible ground, talking about those mentioning death Things.
"Merlin weaves a spell about this dungeon in his malice, and no one in these kingdoms will essay in such a desperate way to draw a line with you! Now, God tells me that I have already told! Ah, yes I'm better and have mercy on a poor boy who is kind to you; because you betrayed me, I'm lost!"
The only really refreshing smile since I laughed for a while. And yelled:
"Merlin committed a spell! Merlin, fortune-telling! That cheap old liar, that tattered old ass? Bosh, pure Bosh, the stupidest Bosh in the world! Why, in my opinion, all naive, idiots , Chuckle-the chicken liver superstition led by it is happening, oh, Merlin!"
But Clarence bowed his knees before I was halfway through, and he wanted to panic.
"Oh, beware! These are terrible words! If you say these things, these walls may crash us at any time. Oh, call them back before it's too late!"
Now, this strange exhibition has given me a good idea and made me think. If everyone around is as honest and sincere as Clarence is afraid of pretend magic, then of course a superman like me should be shrewd to try to take advantage of this state. I continued to think and made a plan. Then I said:
"Stand up. Stand together; look into my eyes. Do you know why I laugh?"
"No, but for our blessed wife, don't do it anymore."
"Well, I tell you why you laugh. Because I am a magician myself."
"You!" The boy took a step back, holding his breath, because the thing suddenly hit him. But his performance is very, very respectful. I quickly noticed this. It shows that a liar does not need to have a reputation in this shelter. People are always ready to accept his words, there is no such thing. I recovered.
"I have known each other for 700 years, and he-
"Seven Huns-"
"Don't bother me. He has passed away thirteen times and is still alive, and every time he travels under a new name: Smith, Jones, Robinson, Jackson, Peters, Haskins, Merlin-every time he appears I always use new aliases. I met him in Egypt three hundred years ago; I met him in India five hundred years ago-he always wanders around and walks around; he makes me tired; as a magician, he does not mean Pull away; know that he has some old common sense, but never surpassed it, and will never do it. He is good enough for the provinces-one night stands, this kind of thing, you know-but my dear, he shouldn't do it for experts Preparation-there should be no real artists anyway. Now, Clarence, here, I want to stand with your friends. In return, you must be mine. I want you to do me a favor. I want You tell the king that I am a magician-and the supreme supreme staff and chief of the tribe. I hope he can understand that I am just here quietly arranging a disaster. If Mr. Kay’s project is implemented and it does any harm to me, this Will make the fur fly in these areas. Will you give it to the king for me?"
This poor boy is in such a state that he can hardly answer me. It's a shame to see a creature so scared, so upset, so depressed. But he promised everything. On my side, he made me assure me over and over again that I will continue to be his friend and will never oppose him or have any attraction to him. Then he walked out of his way, like a sick person, with his hands pressed against the wall.
Now I think of this idea: how careless I was! When the boy becomes calm, he wonders why a great magician like me should beg a boy like him to help me get out of this place. He will put this and that together, and will see that I am a liar.
I was worried about the unconscious mistake of an hour, and at the same time, I called myself a lot of tough guys. But in the end I suddenly discovered that these animals had no reason. It's that they never put this and that together; all their conversations show that they don't know the difference when they see it. Then i rest
However, once a person rests in this world, he will continue to worry about other things. In my opinion, I made another big mistake: I sent the boy out to threaten his good boy. I plan to invent a disaster in my spare time. Now, those who are most willing, most eager, and most willing to swallow miracles are those who are eager to see you show it. Suppose I provide samples upon request? Suppose I should be asked to name my disaster? Yes, I made a big mistake; I should invent disaster first. "What should I do? What can I say to spare some time?" I'm in trouble again; in the deepest trouble...
"There are steps!! They are coming. If I only have a moment to think.... Okay, I already understand. I'm fine."
You see, that is a solar eclipse. I always think of Columbus or Cortez, or how one of them, with a brutal force, with the eyes of a fool's diet, I saw my opportunity. I can play by myself now, and I will not steal, because I should be ahead of those parties by nearly a thousand years.
Clarence walked in, was subdued, distressed and said:
"I passed this message to our king, and he made me go straight in front of him. He was even frightened to the bone and was ordered to immediately expand your clothes and put you in fine clothes and put it away. On the bed. It happened to fit a great person; but then Merlin came and spoiled everyone; because he convinced the king that you were crazy and didn’t know what you were talking about; and that your threat was nothing but stupidity and doing nothing, they Arguing for a long time, but in the end, Merlin said mockingly: "So he doesn't have a name for his heroic disaster? It's really because he can't. This thrust suddenly shut the king's mouth, but he was of no avail. Therefore, he reluctantly goes all out to defend you, but he still implores you to consider this confusing case, point out the source of the problem, and name the disaster. If so, you have already determined the nature of the incident and when it occurred. It's coming. Oh, madam, don’t hesitate; procrastination at this time has doubled and tripled the danger of surrounding you. Oh, you are wise, please tell the disaster! "
When I am together to make a deep impression, I let the silence accumulate, and then say:
"How long have I been locked in this hole?"
"It was well spent yesterday, so you shut up. It's 9 o'clock in the morning."
"No! Then I slept well, decisively. It's nine o'clock in the morning! But at midnight the complexion is very thick and it's in the shade. Is that number 20?"
"Twenty-Yes."
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