Shadow of the Beautiful World

Old Stan was very interested in talking, probably because he got a lot of interesting feedback from Merlin's story. In short, when he left Merlin's house, he had already written down a lot of content in the small notebook he carried with him.

In order to ensure that Old Stan would not be involved in these strange events, Merlin only picked out some background stories and told him, but for a cartoonist, a complete story background is enough for them.

Within that logical and self-consistent framework, they can play freely and draw wonderful stories one after another.

After seeing off old Stan, Merlin returned to the living room, and it was time to get busy with business.

He turned off the lights in the house, then picked up his cell phone, and dialed the number Stan had brought. Unsurprisingly, the call was quickly transferred to voicemail.

In fact, Merlin suspected that the phone number left by the mysterious old Steve was just a channel for him and Ms. Carter to collect information from the outside world. After all, they disappeared so completely and left a farewell letter behind, which meant that they didn't want to be found.

Not to mention the doubts about old Steve, if all of this was planned by Ms. Carter, one of the best agents of the last era, then it would be really difficult to find their current hiding place relying on Merlin alone.

But the good news is that Merlin is not alone.

He has friends, and they are very proficient in searching for these data information.

Merlin hung up the call to the voicemail box, typed with his fingers on the keypad of the phone, pressed a series of numbers that looked like garbled characters, and then pressed the call button.

After several relays, he was once again in touch with his Cybertronian friends.

This time it was Bumblebee who answered the phone.

Hello, Merlin, Flying Over Mountain is currently performing an infiltration mission, and it can't answer you. Do you need any help?

Bumblebee's voice is still so full of grooves. A complete sentence contains more than a dozen completely different sound clips, just like listening to a funny performance that has been pieced together.

I need your help tracking down a signal.

Merlin has already adapted to the straight-forward personality and conversation style of the Cybertronians. He didn't have too many pleasantries and got straight to the point. He said to Bumblebee on the other end of the phone:

I have a phone number, and I want the physical location of the communication tool carrying this number. It may have achieved multiple 'jumps' through some means. I want to get the starting location of this signal. Can you Tracked it down?

Okay, it's not difficult.

Bumblebee replied in that grooved voice:

But now I have to support the infiltration operation of Flying Over the Mountain. I will give you an answer in 4 hours at the latest. Please wait patiently.

Speaking of which, where are you now?

Merlin could vaguely hear the faint roar coming from the background of the bumblebee's communication, as if something had been detonated. He asked:

Sounds like a fight.

We're in Europe.

Bumblebee said bluntly:

To be precise, in the ruins of the Chernobyl city.

After realizing that the plan to directly search for the fire source failed, Fei Guoshan and I changed our approach. We are currently searching for the hidden Cybertron Merlin around the world. The information you gave us is correct. We are not the first batch of mechanical life to reach planet C-53.

The Cybertronians hiding in this world are not dense, but they can't be said to be few. And many of them have problems with logical thinking.

Oh, that means, you're actually looking for new friends who share your interests, right?

Merlin said clearly:

Do you have any clues now?

not yet.

There was a hint of anticipation in the queer voice of the bumblebee, as it said:

The Cybertronians here are either exiles or interstellar thugs who fell accidentally. They are not easy characters to deal with, but we have gained a little bit so far. Maybe you will be able to see it the next time we meet. Our new friend.

very good.

Merlin wrote down the information calmly, and then replied:

Then I won't disturb your work, please contact me if you have any news.

beep

Bumblebee was more direct. Before Merlin hung up the phone, the communication ended abruptly, without wasting even a second.

This group of mechanical life really doesn't understand the habits of human beings very well. Although they are very polite most of the time, they sometimes make people feel a little depressed.

They undoubtedly have souls, but the cold iron souls probably have difficulty understanding certain customs among flesh and blood creatures.

Merlin put down his cell phone, and in the dark living room, he sat quietly on the sofa, sorting out his thoughts.

He is currently working on two things. The search for clues to the obelisk has been handed over to Hill. If Hill can find Colonel Hale of the Ministry of Defense, then there will be new clues for this line to be traced.

And trying to contact Ms. Carter is to find clues about Jiaying's daughter. Of course, there are still many things that Merlin wants to know about Ms. Carter, such as the real story of old Steve, and the information about Hydra in Ms. Carter's hands. Information.

Merlin can be sure that Ms. Carter's understanding of Hydra is much deeper than that of everyone in S.H.I.E.L.D.

But now both things are stuck in the waiting phase.

Merlin didn't like waiting.

Maybe I need a proper push.

He thought for a few minutes, then took something out of his pocket.

That page from the book of the dark god.

In the brief communication with the demigod Ye Jackal of the underworld, Merlin learned some information about the book.

The Book of Darkness is the manifestation of the power of the ancient god of the underworld, Sithorne. It claims to be omniscient. As long as the price can be paid, the book can bring any knowledge he or she needs to the user.

Of course, the scope of this knowledge cannot exceed the ability of the god of the underworld, Sithorn.

Moreover, this book follows a very simple rule, that is, the desired information is directly proportional to the price the user has to pay.

There is no doubt that this is dangerous stuff.

Merlin has used this page before, and he knows that this book seems to have its own consciousness, but compared to a book that gives birth to wisdom in time, Merlin is more inclined to believe that the book of darkness is actually self-exile beyond countless dimensions The eyes of Sithon, the god of the underworld, to observe the changes in the world.

In other words, every time he communicated with the Dark God Book, he was most likely communicating directly with the ancient Hades.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like you are seeking skin from a tiger.

Merlin's fingers stroked the parchment-like pages, he was a little hesitant to use this seemingly convenient thing, but in fact it concealed great hidden dangers.

By the way, I have another way.

While thinking over and over again, Merlin recalled a spell he had obtained before.

That monkey version of the wishing spell.

That Merlin only used it once, and in the end he summoned the funny thing called Psychic Butterfly Pajamas.

In the dark, he drew his wand.

Merlin intends to use this spell again. Although the note on this thing states that it has a high chance of failure, compared to using the dark book to obtain clues, the wishing spell is obviously safer.

At least judging from the introduction of this thing, it does have a very small chance of actually fulfilling the wish of the spell caster.

Maybe if I'm lucky, I'll be able to summon the stolen obelisk directly.

While moving his wrist, Merlin poured magic power into the wand. He said to himself, even though he didn't quite believe the possibility that was infinitely close to zero.

But this spell can be used once in 24 hours, even if it fails, there are no serious consequences.

It's like throwing dice. If you're lucky, you can make a lot of money.

The beautiful colorful light of the monkey version of the wishing spell lit up amid Merlin's soliloquy, just like lighting a candle in a dark living room.

Merlin closed his eyes and tried his best to recall the obelisk's information in his heart. A moment later, when the light faded, a heavy object fell silently into Merlin's hands.

Cold, steel-like thing.

Merlin opened his eyes, and saw a broken metal key with nicks in his hand.

He was overjoyed, he had already planned to have nothing to harvest, but now he really summoned something. It's like a gambler who dropped a coin and hit the jackpot.

Merlin raised the key in his hand and looked through it in the dark, trying to find some information, but the next moment, his expression became weird.

Todorov Building, underground area d5? What does this mean?

Merlin held the key in the palm of his hand. It was an ordinary brass key, but Merlin could not directly determine the connection between this thing and the obelisk.

It sounds like a building, and it's a bit too difficult to find it just by a name.

The monkey version of the wishing spell rarely works, but the problem is that what it brings to Merlin is a completely incomprehensible message.

I knew it wouldn't be that easy.

Merlin shook his head, put the key away, and put it in his magic pocket. Then, he turned his gaze to the pages of the book of the Dark God that was spread out on the table in front of him.

Merlin picked up the pen, he thought for a few seconds, and then wrote a sentence on the page.

What the hell are you?

The moment his handwriting was completed, it quickly became dim, as if it had been erased by an invisible eraser.

In the next second, a line of beautiful square characters appeared on the page of the book, as if an invisible hand was holding a pen and writing. It was the answer of the Dark God Book to Merlin.

The answer is simple, just one word.

you guess.

hehe

Merlin's expression became unfriendly in the dark night, this bastard, ever since it fell into his hands strangely, has been sneering and sneering, and even frightened him once.

swish

A flame like embers danced on Merlin's finger. He put his finger close to the page, and swished down a sentence.

Speak well, or shut up forever!

The next moment, the answer from the Dark God Book appeared on the page.

It also inherited the short, powerful, and deeply visible style of writing, but the content seemed to be provocative.

Burn it at your own peril.

Um

Seeing this answer, Merlin hesitated for a moment, and finally extinguished the flame on his finger.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

A moment later, he wrote on the page again:

Are you Sithorne? Or the book of darkness?

The handwriting in front of Merlin's eyes quickly became blurred, and the answer he wanted quickly appeared in front of his eyes.

Yes, and neither.

Um.

Merlin nodded. Although the sentence in front of him seemed like nonsense, the hidden meaning was not simple at all. The pages of the book were not torn off by him, just think about it, how could he just tore off a part of something like the Dark God Book?

So Merlin wrote on the parchment again:

Why me? What is your purpose?

Soon, the answer appeared, still very short.

Because 'they' thought it was funny.

'They'? Interesting?

Merlin savored the answer. He knew that the answer was definitely not as simple as interesting, but he rationally did not continue to ask. Obviously, someone was manipulating the direction of this dialogue, and Merlin did not want to fall into the trap of being driven by curiosity. In the trap, he changed the subject and wrote another sentence.

Why did Ms. Carter take away Jiaying's daughter?

This time, Parchment did not answer immediately, but gave an option.

Giving? Or giving back?

What do you mean? Explain.

Merlin quickly wrote down a sentence, and the parchment quickly gave an explanation.

If you ask for an 'answer', there must be a price.

Complete a task, or give something back.

Merlin frowned. He stopped writing and looked at the blood-red explanation on the parchment in front of him. After a while, he wrote another sentence.

What tasks do I need to accomplish? What do I need to give back?

The parchment's answer slowed down a bit, as if the existence behind it was thinking. After ten seconds, two blood-red choices appeared on the parchment in front of Merlin's eyes.

Finding the hidden secrets of Bleecker Street.

Or your eyes.

PS:

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