Shadow of the Beautiful World

At midnight, Merlin came out from the burning fireplace of his house.

He was holding a black box in his hand, which was filled with various alchemy materials. And in his pocket, it was full of spells he had just copied. Although he couldn't find a powerful soul protection spell, Merlin barely made it back in this exchange.

He copied many spells from the great wizard's library, enough to keep him full for the next few years.

Merlin put the transcribed spells in a box in the basement, and then began to fiddle with those bottles and jars. He was dealing with the alchemy materials he had just obtained. Those materials were very cumbersome and complicated. It seemed that Merlin was planning to make a complicated potion.

And indeed it is.

A few years ago, he had found the method of making the Animagus potion from the Death Eater Bellatrix, but he had not been able to find the materials to make this complex potion.

This is very natural, as a very high-level spell in Transfiguration, as a permanent type of transfiguration spell, its production method should be cumbersome and difficult.

To be honest, this ability can't improve Merlin's combat effectiveness or self-protection ability, but it is very important and useful for Merlin's work nature.

Ms. McGonagall's transformed into a little cat, even Merlin couldn't see through it, which proved that the effect of the transformation spell was really amazing.

But to be honest, Merlin felt the really tricky factor when he actually started making this potion.

It's not that it's so difficult to make the potion. Merlin can be regarded as a skilled potion maker now. The main problem is that some steps of making the potion are very annoying.

Just like the first step.

It required Merlin to hold a carefully selected single leaf of the Mandrake in his mouth for an entire month.

During this process, the leaves must not be damaged in any way.

And at no time should the leaf be swallowed or taken out of the mouth, once Merlin did so, the whole process would have to start all over again.

This was a very torturous process, which meant that Merlin had to keep silent to the maximum extent for a month, and this was only the first step.

But fortunately, in the face of such a situation where silence must be maintained, Merlin had a substitute.

He put the cleaned mandrake leaves under his tongue, it tasted like cool mint, and then took out an alchemy product that he made a few months ago from the drawer.

It was a silver pendant with strange round holes on it, and while it was floating, the wind passed through those round holes, making a whistle-like sound.

But it's not a whistle.

Merlin wrapped the pendant around his wrist, and after coughing a few times, without moving his mouth, his voice rang out from the pendant on his wrist.

It's really torture.

The voice was not very clear, like having a cold, somewhat chaotic. But it is no problem for daily communication.

It's a soundmaker, some wizards call it an external tongue or a second tongue, and it was originally intended for wizards who couldn't speak, and has since been used in some weird ways.

For example, some dark wizards will carry sound generators with them, this is to prevent themselves from being unable to use magic to counterattack after being affected by the Silencing Curse.

Under water, or in a vacuum where the air has been drained, wizards can also use sound generators to communicate with each other.

Merlin sat on the edge of the chair while sucking the mandrake in his mouth, and began to process the remaining materials.

To become an Animagus requires a full eight stages, and the materials used in each stage are different. Merlin must prepare all the materials in advance, and this is a long and complicated project, not a day It will be ready.

Fortunately, after experiencing the vampire war, Merlin should have a long period of leisure, and he has enough time to prepare.

While waiting for the medicine in the crucible to melt, the idle Merlin picked up a piece of paper at hand, and he looked at the wishing spell recorded on the paper. Although this spell had already marked a very high failure rate, Merlin I think I still need to give it a try.

After all, the spell looks interesting

He pulled out his wand, and the sound generator wrapped around his wrist simulated the sound of Merlin chanting a spell. With the rotation of his wrist, dark red magic power was injected into the wand. With the light shining, Merlin used the wishing spell for the first time.

aiowanting!

swish

In a flash of light, a weird thing jumped into Merlin's hands as if it appeared out of thin air.

He put down his wand, frowned, and looked around at what was in his hand.

It was black, silky, hollowed out, very light and comfortable to the touch, similar to clothing. Merlin put the thing under his nostrils and sniffed it lightly. He could smell a familiar smell on it.

If he remembered correctly, he should have smelled it 8 years ago, a special perfume smell.

Spirit butterfly's pajamas

Merlin looked at the black silk pajamas in his hands dumbfounded, he had a headache and didn't know what to do with the things in his hands.

No wonder the great wizards gave this spell a bad evaluation in the back of the book of wishing spells, so this is the reason

Is this spell a joke?

It should be Carol's pajamas.

Merlin complained with a sounder, he wanted to throw the pajamas into the trash can, but after thinking about it, he still took it, walked into the room, and threw it into the washing machine.

Merlin leaned against the outer wall of his own yard, and in the light of the calm and bright moonlight, he raised his head and looked at the stars above his head.

Maybe it's because the distance is too far, maybe it's because the relationship between him and Carol is not true love. In short, although the result of this wishing spell is funny, it also accidentally broke some entanglement in Merlin's heart.

Perhaps, the relationship between him and Carol is more of a sympathetic sympathy for warmth, an emotion of helping each other, under the influence of alcohol, breaking through the shackles of reason.

Maybe it's time to let go.

He wanted to light a cigarette, but Merlin finally gave up on the idea because of the mandrake in his mouth.

He put his hands in his trouser pockets, under the moonlight, he said softly:

Everyone can see that I'm alone. It's too bad that even Samuel is starting to care about my private life. Maybe, it's time to find a girlfriend.

He took out his cell phone from his pocket, looked through the address book for the call he hadn't made in 8 years, and finally, Merlin pressed the call button.

After a few seconds of waiting, the familiar, lazy voice appeared beside Merlin's ears.

Hello? Who are you? Call at this hour, are you in need of a beating?

Miss Lingdie, I'm Merlin.

The sound from the sounder echoed in the microphone of the mobile phone, and Merlin said in this special way:

Still remember me?

Oh, Mr. Five Million, I remember.

The female mercenary on the opposite side immediately regained her spirits, and she asked back:

Are you calling to hire me?

I remember you said it before

Merlin says:

Being friends with you is $10,000 a day, right?

right.

Psylocke said:

Ten thousand a day, no bargaining!

All right.

Merlin roughly calculated the balance in his bank card, and he said to Lingdie:

Then let's come for a day first, and have a drink with an old friend, is it okay?

OK.

There was no hesitation on Lingdie's side, and she agreed immediately. But she reminded one thing:

Just being friends, I mean, if you do other things it costs extra money.

Don't worry, we're just friends.

Merlin replied:

I have no other meaning, at least not now. Where are you now? I'll go find you.

Well, Las Vegas, at my house, I'm on vacation recently.

In a casino far away from New York, Lingdie, who was lying lazily on the bed, gave her address. She stood up lazily, planning to tidy up her room so that she could receive this friend who had not been in touch with her for several years.

But at the moment Lingdie stood up from the bed, with the sudden distortion of the light in the room, Merlin appeared in front of her just like that.

Even for a well-informed female mercenary, this way of appearance is too surprising.

worst of all

A woman who lives alone and has an informal personality. When she is alone at home, she usually dresses um, more casually.

ah!

Spirit Butterfly let out a scream, she covered her chest with her hands, and shouted to Merlin:

Turn around! Damn! Is teleportation so great? Can you just break into someone's house like this? You're so rude! Add more money! It's 20,000 today!

Uh, fine.

Merlin admired Lingdie's perfect figure, and then turned around obediently.

Behind him, Lingdie put on her clothes quickly. She hadn't seen her for several years. The female mercenary was still the same, almost no different from the image in Merlin's memory.

There was indeed no difference at all, as if time had stopped flowing on her body.

Merlin still remembered that Lingdie said that she had lived for a long time, and it seemed that she also belonged to the category of old monster.

It's quite messy here.

Merlin frowned, looking at the messy bedroom in front of him, all kinds of clothes were thrown on the ground casually, as well as the wrappers of the finished snacks, several broken cups, and a full ashtray.

Looking at the things in front of him, Merlin suddenly realized that Lingdie might not be as perfect as he remembered.

Memory always instinctively modifies those old friends. The longer the time passes, the more perfect the image of those old friends will be. In fact, they are also human beings, and they also have shortcomings.

sourgify!

reparo!

Merlin flicked his wand, and under the infusion of magic power, it was as if a pair of invisible hands had swept across the luxurious mansion of Psylocke. The scattered garbage and broken containers were all sorted out at a very fast speed.

The stains on the clothes were cleaned and hung in the closet, the scattered rubbish was thrown into the trash can, the dust on the carpet was washed off, and finally the full ashtray was also taken care of.

A few minutes later, Miss Lingdie, who changed into a long dress and tidied her hair, walked out of the bathroom. What she saw was a brand new room, as if it had been cleaned by the best housekeepers.

It was so clean that she couldn't even settle down.

Oh, so, are you a wizard now?

Lingdie stood behind Merlin with her hips akimbo, and she said with a little surprise:

I knew that your life would not be that simple. When you were weak, someone spent 5 million yuan to save you. Now it seems that the 5 million yuan is worth it, right?

The two have not met each other for 8 years, but unexpectedly, after meeting, there is not much alienation between them.

This is probably because Merlin is an emotional person, and Lingdie, her slightly indulgent character determines that she is not the kind of person who will be changed by time.

It's worth it. Without that day, I wouldn't be where I am now.

Merlin turned around. He closed his mouth and smiled, but his voice echoed in the room with emotion. He looked at Lingdie and asked:

How have you been these past few years? Is everything going well?

Weird guy.

Lingdie glanced at Merlin, she stretched out her hand to brush her hair, and said boredly:

That's it. I keep taking missions, making money, spending money, and then taking missions and running all over the world. Occasionally, I will take a vacation. You came in time. I'm going to fly to Europe tomorrow. live.

After finishing speaking, Lingdie looked at the time, picked up the red handbag on the table, and said to Merlin:

Let's go.

Huh? What are you going to do?

Merlin asked suspiciously.

Go drink.

Psylocke said:

Didn't you come to ask me for a drink? I know there is a good bar nearby. I am very dedicated. If you spend money, I will naturally fulfill my promise, won't I?

I don't like places with a lot of people, so let's drink here.

Merlin reached out and took out two bottles of amber wine from his pocket, and shook Psyltery. He said with a sounder:

1873 rum, I bought it from the wizard, want to try it?

Yo, the taste is good.

Lingdie giggled, she threw away her handbag, turned around, took out two goblets from the wine cabinet, and put them on the delicate white coffee table.

Merlin waved his hand, and the lights in the room went out. The next moment, he threw four dark red light balls into the air, illuminating the room with dim lights. He took out two more candles from his pocket and put them in the Lit on the table.

In just an instant, the atmosphere in the room became quiet, and the scent of roses released when the candle was burning made the room adorned with light a little ambiguous again.

sit down.

Merlin pulled out a chair for Psyltery very gentlemanly, and the latter sat on the chair very ladylikely, and Merlin sat on the other side. He picked up the wine bottle and poured wine for the two of them.

Ding

With the light sound of the collision of the wine glasses, the mellow wine was sent into the mouth.

When old friends meet again, what kind of sparks will be sparked between the two in this late night?