I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

When Merlin saw his dear His Excellency the Duke again, he was overwhelmed to find that His Excellency the Duke had undergone a suspected qualitative change——

He just didn't look at it for a while.

The Duke, who had always adhered to the principle of "magicians must be long-distance", seemed to have suddenly awakened, and instantly realized the true meaning of whether long-distance or close combat is the most convenient.

Merlin: "..."

Merlin: "My dear..."

The background accompaniment is the dull sound of brooms hitting people, interspersed with some people's wailing as if they have seen a ghost, in short, it is not too pleasant.

For a person who is usually calmer, when he gets angry, it is like a rainstorm that is ready to go, like a thunderstorm that has been brewing for a long time, and the momentum is extremely scary.

Coincidentally, the magician was lucky enough to witness this really good-tempered gentleman really angry.Ah, is this luck or misfortune? !

All right, let's quickly turn the subject back.

At this time, His Excellency the Duke is not angry.So, things are a little different.

Merlin only felt in a trance that this was probably the first step towards the majestic Lord Duke ten years later.

Ten years later, Duke Cyril left a deep impression on him. Even when it sounds now, his heart beats slightly stagnant, and then speeds up crazily—of course, there is not all the feeling of "heartbeat" in it.

He still has a little... the bad feeling that he might not be able to take much advantage from now on?

Cautiously calling twice, the Duke—unsurprisingly ignored him.

Merlin could only continue to fulfill his lover's entrustment and help him take care of the two little human ghosts whose eyeballs were about to pop out.

Leaving aside the red-haired kid, the focus is on the blonde hair.

The magician has seen him in the future.

Yes, the future—although it has only a soul, and has only seen one side—a blond kid who has grown up to become a great person.

At that time, Merlin realized that this blond kid who was going to be Cyril's disciple would never be a cute and well-behaved child like Artoria (Lily limited).

Just like now.

The little blond-haired devil has only known dear Cyril for a day, and after a few words, they have already become familiar to this level.

The shocking time was much less than that of the red-haired companion, as expected, he was mentally prepared, and his ability to accept was exceptionally good.

"awesome……"

The blond boy let out a low voice that was deeply attracted.

Then, he raised his head and asked the white-haired "weird" who came without warning: "Excuse me, are you someone Mr. Cyril knows?"

"……Well?"

The magician lowered his head, with a smile on his face: "Yes. My little friend, Mr. Cyril and I have a very-very close relationship."

The blond kid seemed to understand, and it seemed that he was pretending to be unintentional but actually finding fault on purpose.

"Oh, that's right. But sir...Mr. Cyril seems to use all honorifics to you?"

"..."

"Because if you are a person with a good relationship, generally speaking, you won't be so polite. Ah, sir, don't get me wrong, I didn't doubt your meaning, you and Mr. Cyril must have known each other, I just think, um, It's kind of weird."

"..."

Merlin (with a forced smile): "Ha, ha ha."

The atmosphere was tense for a while.

As expected of a black-hearted student who won't please the teacher's lover, Merlin discovered this so early, so he could be prepared early.

Afterwards, the magician, whose intimacy was questioned, stopped talking.

Coincidentally, Giotto didn't speak any more, and concentrated on admiring the heroic posture of the future teacher.

The reserve's silence lasted until about 10 minutes later.

"Okay, the cleaning is over."

The blond young man who seemed to really feel like he was doing housecleaning put down the broom and said quite satisfied.

The original tables and chairs in the bar were cleaned up together with the malicious people who broke into the place, and most of them were thrown out, leaving only the bar and the wine on the wall behind the bar.

Cyril looked around and estimated in his mind how to plan the distribution of the clinic's rooms through visual inspection.

After estimating, I have a decision in my heart.

"I'll tidy up here later, move all the things I need, and do some preliminary preparations... Well, it should be able to open soon."

There was a relaxed joy in the voice, he clapped his hands just now, and looked back at the three people who were left on the edge.

"Did it scare you?"

This question was addressed to the two children.

Giotto: "No, sir, you are wonderful."

G (stunned by the shock, so he can only shake his head in a daze): "..."

Cyril: "Hey, I was really scared. I'll give him some calming medicine later."

In fact, he didn't do anything that could be called "terrorist", and he didn't even get bloody. The "weapon" was a broom, which could do anything terrible.

That is to say, a little more momentum, a little more contrast between front and back—that’s all.

You can tell by looking at G's appearance. Hearing the words of others is not as effective as seeing with your own eyes. This sentence has also been proved to be the absolute truth.

Cyril: "Hahaha."

Although the whole process is cheated by magic, as long as it is a general cleaning, it will consume a lot of energy.

After greeting him, he put down the broom. The blond young man was a little out of breath, but his face stained with sweat and a slight blush was particularly bright.

A magician can ignore the complex emotions of being offended by the troublesome human kid, and concentrate on being intoxicated by such a dazzling and bright scene.

"I don't want to take my eyes off your face for a second."

Now he is no longer worried about his lover who seems to be violent all of a sudden, and expresses his feelings from the bottom of his heart: "Honey, I have changed my mind, you should be more lively."

Cyrillic:"……"

The blond-haired young man looked over after a while, and this puzzled and slightly surprised expression...

"Your Excellency Merlin, when did you come?"

Merlin (suddenly speechless): "..."

"Wait, we talked to each other before - so it was a conditioned reflex, did you not notice me from the beginning!"

"Sorry, maybe I accidentally forgot."

Cyril did not show a guilty conscience. Really, how could he, who is upright, noble and pure, have such unkind thoughts.

"Come here, what's the matter?"

He said: "Actually, I also want to ask you something, about where you threw that poor child... I thought I would go to you later, but now it saves a little trouble."

"... Well, I also came here to tell you, that little—— the original owner of your body, I brought him into this world too. However, he still wants to find someone to match him with as before. I'm sorry, let's play for a while before talking."

The complicated magician explained.

"Really?"

"really."

"Well……"

"Don't make an expression that seems to suspect that I have tampered with it—really, really!"

"Ok."

Cyril ended the topic, although he didn't directly express his belief or disbelief.

"That."

Still going back to the original question.

"I see, thank you for coming to tell me. But, do you have anything else?"

"........."

puff.

I heard.The magician thought to himself, he heard it, and at this moment, there was a relaxed laughter from the human kid who really couldn't like it.

This is a naked declaration of war.

Logically speaking, Merlin would not be as knowledgeable as a child, he is not a human being, and there is no need to be angry with insignificant people——

"Ah, I just think, you must be short of manpower here? So come here to see if there is anyone who can help."

The Flower Magician is very flexible.

However, if Cyril said in the next moment that there is no shortage of manpower, there is no need for help from others...

Merlin would want to cry without tears.

Cyril: "No."

Hearing these tentative words, Cyril's expression also added a bit of depth.

His eyes skipped over the expectant face of the magician, and lingered on the two children for a while, as if he was thinking about whether there was no need for this occasionally reliable, but most of the time annoying magician.

"Excuse me--"

"Ok!"

"Please list your strengths and weaknesses within 1 minute, and the reasons you think can impress me and let me hire you as a doctor in the clinic instead of others."

"...Hey? What? Wait, is this the meaning of an interview? I volunteered to work for free. I don't want any compensation, so—"

Cyril said seriously: "Even if you say that, I can't really treat you as a free laborer."

Well, he has now mastered the technique of naturally and effectively keeping distance from the haunting magician lord, and it looks really good now.

Merlin stayed there for at least ten seconds.

Although, he reacted next, quickly organized his thoughts, entered the role of the applicant, and listed his advantages with eloquence:

Merlin: "I'm very friendly. When the doctor is busy, you can do reception work and logistics, or help you with things, no matter which aspect is completely fine."

Cyril: "This advantage is not very prominent, I think it is easy to find the same helper."

Merlin paused, pretending not to hear a blond brat's perfectly fitting "I can do it."

He continued to work hard: "The above are all trivial matters, the key point is strength. You know my strength, at least I am a reserve member of GrandCaster—"

Cyril: "But, I'm just running a small clinic here. It's too extravagant for His Excellency Merlin to come to my place and borrow your strength."

Merlin still didn't give up, he would become more and more courageous with frustration.

"There are still important points, I can-"

The third advantage listed has just opened a picture, but I can't finish it.

Cyril (clapping hands quickly): "Okay, one minute is up. I'm sorry that you failed this interview, thank you for your participation, welcome to come back next time after you have fully prepared - it doesn't matter if you don't come, goodbye."

Merlin (as if struck by lightning): "Xi, Cyril?!"

Unexpectedly, it would be this result.

But it's not really a surprise.

As the interviewer, Cyril occupied the absolute home court and control. He acted like a gust of wind, and after catching the magician off guard, he sent the sluggish magician away reasonably.

"Snapped!"

During the previous general cleaning, the door of the bar, which was accidentally missing a small piece, was closed heavily.

Through the gap at the upper left, it seems that the white-haired magician's face, which was extremely sluggish after being beaten by the wind and rain, can be seen at a glance...

"Pfft."

cough.

Cyril coughed lightly, thinking that his throat was just itchy just now, and he didn't take the opportunity to make an inappropriate sound.

Turn the perspective back again.

The teenagers, who were forced to watch an inexplicable interview, were able to speak when they saw that the weird and thoughtless incident finally came to an end.

"Who is that white-haired uncle who was kicked out? Don't you care about him?"

At this time, G still hadn't realized that the magician he subconsciously called Uncle White Hair was actually the man who had appeared in his dream.

As for "Uncle"... Well, the special hair color of white is still very confusing, isn't it?

"You don't have to worry about him. Anyway, Your Excellency Merlin always does such meaningless things."

Cyril stabbed the magician in the heart without changing his expression, and then walked forward under the gaze of the two teenagers.

That direction is where the only remaining bar mentioned above is located.

After he walked around the bar, he placed his left hand on the semi-circular bar table.After stroking it a few times, I am very satisfied with the feel and quality of this table.

"We'll build a consulting room around here, and the closet at the back can just be used to store medicine bottles."

"Well, there's so much wine left, let's keep it for now. Next, we need to repair a few wards..."

"..."

"Hello, Giotto."

Seeing the blond young man wandering around in the emptied basement, and listening to the whimsical chants from his mouth, G—yes, it was him again—unexpectedly grabbed the companion who seemed to want to go forward.

"Now I believe what you told me earlier, but."

Another new problem appeared, and G still felt that this young man who appeared suddenly was very abnormal: "Is his brain okay? Look at this, he is either a rich man or a nobleman. He actually said that he wants to stay in the slums and open a family." Clinic?"

Sure enough, it was still too fast.

Under the premise that there is no foreshadowing at all and the development of the situation is still so ups and downs, it is difficult for people to judge whether it is a good thing or a good thing for orphans like them who have nothing to mix with mysterious people from outside.

"Is it fast? Well, that's right, I also think it's a bit fast."

G: "Right, so it's better to be careful, don't be so—"

Giotto: "For the clinic, there should be a lot of preparations in the early stage? It is definitely not feasible to open it in one day. Yes, it is better to take it slowly, G, this is where we will do chores in the future. It is not too late, go now Help!"

"...What, Giotto?!"

Whether you like it or not, after stepping into the territory of the original bar, the teenagers are destined to become the handyman of the future clinic.

Therefore, they should also actively participate in the early operation of the clinic.

Cleaning, decoration, item purchase and other things do not need two small ones to do it. Cyril can do it all by himself, and by the way, let them see the tip of the iceberg of the strength of the person who will be in charge of the clinic in the future.

The youngsters can really help, they can only provide information and reference opinions to the "doctors" who have just arrived, and go outside to publicize, try to let as many people know as possible, probably at the beginning of next month, there will be a shop near the garbage dump special clinic.

That's right, there is the prefix "special".

At the very beginning of sending them out to run errands, Cyril told them about the specific peculiarities.Judging from Giotto and G's first stunned, then stunned, and finally unable to hide their weird expressions, we can see how "special" they really are.

"My clinic may not charge patients a prescribed amount of medical fees, but that doesn't mean it's free."

Clinics will charge patients for payment, but the payment is not limited to money.For patients who are shy in their pockets, they can exchange with items they own that [they think] are valuable.

"What do you call something that you think is valuable?"

At that time, both Giotto and G had this question at the same time, and they couldn't understand it.

"Sir, do you have any misunderstandings about the slums? The people living here...have nothing, so there is nothing of value to exchange for."

"No. No one is really nothing."

Cyril denied it outright, and his attitude was very firm.I don't know what he is insisting on at this time.

"it's actually really easy."

He explained to the teenagers: "It is something that has a certain importance in their hearts. There is no money to pay for the medicine. If the person feels that his labor is valuable, then he can stay in the clinic and do a few jobs. The chores of the day are exchanged with hard work and sweat. If he thinks his singing is valuable, then he can sing a song."

"Oh, your expressions seem to be telling me that this is too simple and perfunctory—or something like that."

"Not really. You can't just find something and say it's valuable. It has to come from the heart. I will judge for myself."

"...such a clinic will collapse within a few days."

G said that there is really not much hope for the future prospects of the working place.This rich man is so naive, is he working as a doctor?

That's not how money is spent. How many people in the slums can afford the consultation fees. If this continues, there will only be one result, that is, doctors who are stupid and have a lot of money will pay for themselves.

"Hehe." The person who was destined to lose an unknown amount of money still laughed so happily.

"Don't worry, I didn't come on a whim. Before I met you, I was the owner of the potion shop, and the main purpose of running the shop was not to make a profit. It's just a different form now, and the essence remains the same as before. There are many."

"and."

Sitting behind the renovated bar counter—now the doctor's work table—the man rested his chin on his right hand, and there seemed to be thousands of soft lights in his green eyes.

He chuckled lightly, and said in a leisurely voice, "It's easy to get precious gifts from others. Speaking of which, I still earned it."

"..."

"This is absolutely—Giotto's holy father even more than Giotto!"

G so shouted.

And the holy father who was used to measure it heard it, and laughed without embarrassment.

"In this form... well, it's really amazing!"

Giotto boasted again, that is, he was really sincere, and he was so good-looking, so he didn't appear to be exaggerated at all.

"Impossible things seem to be coming true before our eyes. Mr. Cyril! If there is anything else to do, please don't hesitate to leave it to us!"

"Is it so motivated? Haha."

Cyril admired the youth's vitality very much, so he let them run outside without worry.

Giotto and G are working hard every day to publicize the clinic whose opening date is getting closer and closer.However, Cyril seemed to have forgotten about the effect of the propaganda, and never asked.

He is no less busy than the two men doing odd jobs, and even busier.

Many times, Cyril is not gradually being transformed into a clinic stronghold.The two of Giotto didn't know where he had gone, and when they came back, they only saw that the things in the house increased little by little, but they didn't see Cyril's people.

——Fortunately, the "doctor" who didn't see anyone all day didn't forget the two of them. When he was able to see him a few times, he left enough living expenses for them and gave them amulets. It is said that they can Resist damage from external forces.

However, it is also because of this.

Giotto was troubled.

If you can't meet Mr. Cyril, you can't tell him that the clinic's publicity...in fact, there is not much progress.

The two teenagers have worked very hard.

When they were running around, they never slacked off, and they covered almost all the places they could go with their feet.

A new clinic is going to open in the slums, which is definitely a good thing for people who can only pray to God when they are sick or injured.

In addition, the rules of this clinic are novel, and what needs to be paid is by no means expensive. In the eyes of the teenagers, it is not a heavy burden, and anyone can go.

Giotto must have been the happiest of those who got the news.

He really hopes that people can get good treatment. Mr. Cyril—Dr. Cyril is also an exceptionally reliable person, and he works hard to promote it.

However, the result of such efforts is...

Few people believed their words.

Most people cast suspicious eyes, or simply did not listen to them, and walked away indifferently.

"How can there be such a good thing in the world. Can you cure a disease without paying? Besides, it's still in that place—stinky brat, do you want to be beaten!"

"Don't talk, don't talk. Children, go back to sleep."

"Wait, we're not talking nonsense! There's already—"

"...G, don't worry, take your time."

G was very angry at one point.

He used to be the one who didn't believe in being a doctor temporarily. After running for so many days, he kept getting frustrated. Instead, he couldn't stand it. He wanted to find someone with a bad attitude and swearing a few times. Argue, but are stopped by Giotto.

Even if you try to make it to the day before the agreed clinic opens—or, the day it opens.

The situation has not improved yet.

"It's ok."

Doctor Cyril, who finally learned of the situation, said optimistically.

On the opening day, he got ready early, then sat in the doctor's seat, let the two teenagers rest, and waited patiently.

From early morning to noon, the door with the doorbell was silent, not even the sound of the wind passing by.

From noon to evening.

Night fell.

The clinic, which is suffering from poor business, is about to close its doors.

The doctor was still sitting there, with his eyelids closed, as if he was closing his eyes and resting his mind.

"Tsk, no one came?"

G couldn't sit still anymore, and he was suffocated.

Giotto glanced at the patient Dr. Cyril, and was about to speak to comfort him.

Just then.

"Jingle - jingle -"

An exceptionally crisp tinkle suddenly sounded, breaking the silence in the room.

Teenagers: "!!!"

"Finally, is there a patient here!"