[Comprehensive British and American] How agents solve the single problem

05

Fortunately, Merlin also had a lot of work to do at home, and it was already late at night after he settled everything, and Phoebe fell asleep early, thus avoiding the embarrassment that she had to share the bed with him during the daytime rest.

In the early morning of the next day, Merlin went to the supermarket first, and bought daily necessities and a pair of school shoes for Phoebe—the whole set of women's formal clothes Harry brought included shoes, but the heels were at least five centimeters, given that Now that Phoebe can't even walk steadily, it's better not to challenge the limit.

As for the clothes, Merlin considered taking Phoebe out, but with her current level of communication... she was a little worried about accidents, so Merlin chose a more appropriate way.

That is to turn on the computer, log in to the Kings/man database, call out Roxy's field equipment list, select a few young styles, and ask the driver to deliver them to the door.

——It’s not that he’s lazy, where else is a better tailor than your own?

Moreover, the entire Kings/man is a female field agent from Roxy. The girls in the logistics equipment department simply regard her as a ready-made Barbie doll. They have designed seven sets of dresses alone, let alone daily wear. She can't wear it at all. .

Phoebe was still asleep when Merlin came back from the supermarket.

The girl curled up on his bed, sound asleep.Merlin knocked on the door frame after entering, "Phoebe, get up."

Phoebe buried her face in the sheet: "No!"

Merlin: "..."

If he was still an agent instructor now, Merlin would probably put the bedridden students directly into body bags and send them home.

But Phoebe was not his student, so Merlin had to go forward and patted Phoebe lightly: "Girl, the wizard will come over in a while."

"Wow."

Phoebe pulled back the quilt and revealed a tip of her head: "Okay."

She got up, still wearing Merlin's bathrobe, which could be used as pajamas.

Merlin: "Go take a shower first."

Phoebe, who was still in a daze for a second, shuddered and immediately woke up.

Phoebe: "No!"

As she spoke, she turned over and lay back down again, pulling the quilt over her head.

Just know that.

Few cats in the world like to take a bath, and white cats are no exception.Although it is not necessary to die every time, you can see how it is on weekdays by looking at Phoebe's reaction when Ms. Susan turned on the shower yesterday.

Merlin: "You're not a cat now, Phoebe, and you have to bathe every day as a human."

Phoebe huddled herself under the sheets: "I'm not human!"

Merlin: "Then we have to find a way to change back. There is no need to discuss it now. Get up."

Hearing that Merlin's tone became harsher, Phoebe reluctantly revealed half of her eyes from under the sheet.

Seeing that he did have a straight face, the girl flinched a little and got up again.

Merlin was helpless: "I know you are afraid of water."

Phoebe nodded desperately: "Scared."

"But now the water won't hurt you," Merlin advised.

"……afraid."

For a moment Merlin really softened his heart.

She tugged on Merlin's sleeve, looking pitiful, if it was a white cat, it would be scared into ears by now.

But no, Merlin never compromised on principles.

Harry sent an email just now, saying that he has contacted one of his wizard relatives, but who knows when this wizard will arrive, and whether Phoebe will be able to recover as a cat after his arrival?

If not, she would have to adjust to human life.

"Be brave, girl," Merlin said in a slow tone, "I'll wait for you outside, if anything happens, I'll definitely notify you as soon as possible."

"Mei, Merlin!"

Even the vibrato came out.

Merlin sighed: "Trust me, okay?"

He coaxed and persuaded, and finally brought Phoebe to the door of the bathroom, but the girl still clung to his sleeve.

Phoebe seemed to have something to say, she thought hard for a long time: "Merlin..."

Merlin: "What?"

Phoebe changed into a begging tone: "Come?"

Merlin: "..."

"No, Phoebe," he wiped his brow, "I can't give you any more showers."

It used to be no problem to bathe the white cat, but the situation is completely different now!

Of course Phoebe wouldn't give up just yet: "Come on!"

Oh my goodness.

To be honest, Merlin would rather help the agents deal with ten villains who are desperate to destroy the world, and he doesn't want to face the situation at this time - he doesn't think Phoebe is annoying, but it's unreasonable and he can't take tough measures The current situation is far more troublesome than saving the world.

But Merlin was Merlin, and he always had a way.

"Well," Merlin said, "how about you take a good bath by yourself, and fry fish for breakfast after washing?"

"Fried fish!"

Phoebe's eyes suddenly lit up.

Just knew it would work.

As a white cat, Phoebe developed a passion for frying fish.

Cats can’t eat human food, oil and salt are very harmful to them, so Merlin has fought countless times with white cats over fried fish—she is a cat who is so persistent that she will steal food from the refrigerator by herself, but now Phoebe wasn't a cat anymore, and Merlin wasn't going to stop a young girl from eating fried fish.

He was also thankful that Phoebe's taste had survived.

"How," Merlin asked, "whether it's a deal or not?"

"Ok!"

Tempted by delicious food, Phoebe finally mustered up the courage and let go of Merlin: "You are outside."

Merlin nodded: "Of course."

She then carefully closed the door.

I hope she can remember Ms. Susan's teaching and take a bath properly.

Merlin thought it should be fine, Phoebe is really smart - yesterday she faltered, but today she can walk to the bathroom on a standard catwalk.

This confidence continued until the sound of water inside the door stopped abruptly.

He glanced at his watch, ten minutes had passed.

"...Merlin?"

Phoebe's soft voice sounded from inside the door.

"What?" he asked, leaning against the wall.

"water."

what's the situation?

Apparently Phoebe's vocabulary isn't good enough for her to verbalize her needs.

Then the door opened, and Phoebe, who was wet all over, was holding a bath towel, all|top|top|bottom|not|silk|not|hanging, and her snow-white skin and exquisite curves could be seen at a glance.

Merlin: "..."

He closed the door expressionlessly.

Phoebe:?

Merlin: "Phoebe, cover yourself with your scarf."

"Cover your body?"

"Like yesterday."

There was silence in the door.

After a while, the door opened again, and Phoebe carefully exposed half of her body from the bathroom: "OK?"

She imitated how Merlin wrapped herself in a quilt yesterday, and wrapped the bath towel around her body, at least covering the key parts.

That's more or less.

Merlin: "Okay."

Fortunately the apartment was well heated, otherwise Phoebe would have caught a cold.

Phoebe's trouble was that she couldn't solve the wet state. Merlin went into the bathroom, picked up another towel, wiped off the dripping water from the girl's long hair, and then took out the hair dryer from the bathroom locker.

Phoebe backed away instinctively when she saw the hairdryer.

Of course Merlin doesn't need a hair dryer, that's for the white cat.

"Come here," he said.

Phoebe was reluctant, having been terrified of hair dryers since she was a cat.

But with the temptation of frying fish in front of him, Phoebe was heartbroken, and slowly moved to Merlin.

She averted her eyes in fear the moment the hair dryer was turned on.

A few seconds later, Phoebe opened her eyes in surprise. She wanted to look sideways at the electrical appliance in Merlin's hand, but he held it down: "Don't move."

Phoebe: "Ah."

Merlin: "What?"

Phoebe pointed to the hairdryer, then to her ear.

... Merlin probably understood.

The white cat is afraid of the hair dryer because of its sudden sound.

The hearing of cats is much sharper than that of humans, and the earth-shattering sounds for white cats are within the acceptable range of humans.

I have to say that her surprised and novel appearance is quite cute.

Merlin laughed unconsciously: "It will be fine soon, girl."

He helped her dry her hair, and when Merlin turned off the hairdryer, she immediately grabbed it.

The girl carefully observed the monster in the past, and pointed the air outlet at her cheek, and pressed the switch from a distance.

The hair dryer turned on suddenly, and the hot air blew her face.

Phoebe: "Wow!"

Taking advantage of her attention being drawn away, Merlin tidied up the bathroom.

Just before he was about to persuade Phoebe to let go of the hairdryer, the doorbell rang.

Merlin was startled, and then realized that it might be Harry's wizard relative.

So he turned and looked at Phoebe: "You wait here."

Phoebe: "Yeah."

Merlin walked down the stairs and opened the door to the apartment.

Standing outside the door was a man with long black hair and a handsome face, wearing an ocher velvet coat, unrestrained and chic.

He took a quick look at Merlin: "Good morning, sir."

Merlin: "You are..."

"Sirius Black," he replied, "I was contacted by a Muggle relative of mine, Harry Hart, who thought you had encountered a troublesome magical creature—"

"—Merlin!"

Phoebe's voice came from behind.

She stomped and ran downstairs, deftly as if she couldn't walk yesterday.Phoebe held the scattered bath towels in her hands, and the white cloth was hanging precariously on her chest. The girl's fair shoulders and thighs were all exposed to the air.

"It fell!" she said to Merlin, tugging at the towel.

Merlin: "..."

Sirius: "...Sorry to bother you."