Crimson Servant

"Merlin!"

Vivian's sudden loud shout made the Brass Dragon tremble. This kind of stress reaction was not even expected by Merlin herself. The way she raised her voice was exactly the same as Morgan's way of getting angry, causing phantom pain to appear in the back of the originally interested Brass Dragon.

After a long time, Merlin came back to his senses, suppressed the strangeness in his heart, and said: "Behave like a lady, Vivian. If you lack some etiquette education, I can give you tutoring now."

Merlin's fighting spirit was ignited at this time, just like a player who had a bad ending in the first game and couldn't wait to start the second game. The pride of the brass dragon would not let him accept Morgan's failure, and Merlin was confident that he could do more with Vivian. good.

When educating Morgan, Merlin did not pay attention to the mental training of the princess. In the eyes of the dragon mentor with a lifespan of a thousand years, Morgan's growth process was like being in a largely deleted video clip. As soon as she closed her eyes she grew up, as soon as she opened her eyes she stabbed herself.

Merlin was sure he wouldn't make a similar oversight again.

Vivian was simmering with anger at Merlin's mistake.

She was captured by Gawain, the Knight of the Round Table, and taken to the royal city. She lost the duel with Morgan, was thrown into prison, and was discovered and controlled when facing the Mind Flayer. The cause of this series of unfortunate encounters was that the Morning Star team decided to go to Lake Avenro to salvage the legendary sword.

Everything was guided by Merlin, but the reality was completely different from the information he provided.

"John trusts you. We followed your guidance and triggered the alarm when we entered Lake Avenro, attracting the Knights of the Round Table. Putting aside these dangers, there is no legendary sword at all at the bottom of the lake, only a ball of golden light. Morgan had already taken it Without the Fairy Holy Sword, we found nothing and were ambushed, all because of you, Merlin!"

The Brass Dragon was not angry at the obvious distrust in Vivian's words. What he first paid attention to was not the problem of the Sword in the Lake.

"It was you who went to pull out the Sword in the Lake, wasn't John?"

"What's the problem? Make the best use of everything. John is a magician. He trusts his magic and gave me the opportunity to wield the sword."

"Oh, it's nothing." Merlin shrugged his shoulders. The ribbed wings on his shoulders were like combs, twisting in waves. "It's just that it would be cool for a mage to hold a sword. When I was in human form, I liked a cane and a hand. Swords and magic swords will become cooler after being enchanted with elements!”

Vivian narrowed her eyes. Before facing Merlin, she imagined that the brass dragon living in the library should be a serious and knowledgeable scholar, but the reality always disappointed. Merlin is like a large Barnes, and Vivian naturally doesn't like his ungrateful personality.

Merlin likes Vivian very much. He likes to tease this girl who looks the same as Morgan, which will give him the illusion of revenge to punish the evildoers. Even if it is an illusion, it makes Merlin feel happy. This is the benefit of communicating with other races. Merlin can always find different kinds of fun.

However, business is more important. After all, Vivian seems to be in danger of turning dark at any time.

Merlin coughed twice, and his cough spurted a small ball of fire from his nostrils.

"It doesn't matter if you are the one holding the sword, Vivian, this may be fate."

"In fact, you already possess the Sword in the Lake, Vivian, but you haven't realized it yet."

Vivian didn't quite understand what Merlin meant. She remembered the fairy holy sword that Morgan showed in the duel. It had a gorgeous appearance and powerful protection. There was no doubt that Morgan was the master of that holy sword.

"No, Morgan has already taken away the fairy sword..."

Merlin shook his head.

"The sword in the lake is not the fairy holy sword!"

"I know Morgan's weapons better than anyone else, but the legendary sword I am referring to is not that sword. I have long been fully prepared for the possibility that Morgan will return to Lake Avenro."

"There is more than one legendary sword."

"The Goblin Holy Sword was cast by the goblins I commissioned back then. It was my coming-of-age gift to Morgan."

"The Sword in the Lake was forged by my dragon essence and water flow. It was born when my body died and was born in the cold lake water."

"Morgan will never take away the sword in the lake. I know her. She is a girl who is obsessed with beautiful appearance, and the same is true for weapons."

"Now, tell me, Vivian, have you touched the lake light?"

The brass dragon's gaze brought Vivian's memory back to Lake Avenro. The light and shadow broken by her fingers, as well as the beautiful scenery on the lake that she saw for the first time, and the fine scale light broken by ripples, never appeared on the lake again after she left the water.

"That's it, the Sword in the Lake?"

Vivian muttered to herself.

Merlin continued to answer.

"The Sword in the Lake, made from my bones and my essence, also has the same characteristics as the brass dragon. The Sword in the Lake hates water, and its shape will disappear in the lake water, turning into broken light and shadow reflected by the sun. You Also remember this, Vivian, the weakness of the Sword in the Lake is water. Only on land, in a dry environment, or in flames, will the Sword in the Lake show its true power like a dragon."

"It's called Sword in the Lake, but it turns out it can't fight underwater." Vivian said feeling speechless.

"You can also give it a different name. As a sword holder, you have the right to change it to a name you like more." Merlin said nonchalantly, "For example, the Dragon Calamity Sword or the Quicksand Sword, which are both consistent with the Sword in the Lake. characteristics.”

Vivian shook her head.

"No, this name will make the enemy misjudge, and may lead to unexpected results. Besides, I have no reason to reject your idea. The Sword in the Lake is a genius name, Merlin."

The brass dragon narrowed his eyes in pleasure.

"So, how do I use the Sword of the Lake? Merlin. I didn't even know it was on me."

The brass dragon's eyes shone, and Merlin enjoyed the feeling of others answering his needs. The last visitor, John Kemp, had a strange desire to win against the Brass Dragon. Instead of asking the warlock questions, he preferred to put forward his own doubts and hypotheses to lure the Brass Dragon into answering. It was a fun game, but it also took away some of the sense of accomplishment from answering.

Merlin liked a communicator like Vivian who was good at asking questions, so he explained patiently, as if he were tearing a whole loaf of bread into strips and feeding them to a toddler's mouth.

"It's a little trick. I left my own soul binding on the Sword in the Lake, and logically only I can use it. But John Camp and I discovered the cognitive bias of this world together, and we once conducted Through spiritual assimilation, I am sure that the warlock will be able to discover the mark of my soul engraved on the sword and use cognitive bias to unlock the restrictions of the sword in the lake. This is like a conventional puzzle game between us."

"As for you, dear Vivian, of course you don't have that ability."

"So, let's kick that bad boy of Vertis away, and this time, let's be more formal..."

Merlin raised his front paws, the brass dragon spread its wings, raised its head, and spoke loudly like a powerful voice of an opera hero towards the sunlit skylight. Every one of his scales was glowing, as bright as gold, and the majesty of the dragon set off a small whirlwind in the library.

"Vivian Ordiz! The warrior from another world who followed the prophecy!"

Among the swirling pages of the book, a warm light fell on Vivian's body. Merlin's face was obscured by the sun, so dazzling that it was almost platinum, and the dragon's roar seemed to come from the sky.

"I, Merlin, the Brass Dragon, hereby grant you the Sword of the Lake!"

"Take hold of it, Lord of the Sword of the Lake, and carry out your destined mission."

"The daughter of vanity will perish in the tower."

"The blood of the sacrifice will be like a new life."