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That was a week after Merlin joined Duhovic.

The two shots aimed at Cypher made a deep impression on the dictator and his subordinates.So these mercenaries with Russian accents treated him pretty well.Merlin stayed in the laboratory for a day, and at night, he was carefully and politely invited to a local bar by Duhovic's subordinates.

Merlin wasn't interested in vodka, but he needed their trust.

So he followed them to the so-called bar.

Duhovic's country imposed a curfew, and only his people could still move freely outside by this time. The "bar" was almost full of mercenaries, and it didn't take much for Merlin to blend into the environment.

Just some soldiers, much easier to deal with than those black-hearted politicians and conspirators, he is an agent.

Originally, this night should have passed quickly, until the soldiers sitting by the window suddenly whistled towards the street, accompanied by a commotion, Merlin saw the man in the black windbreaker passing by.

"Mr. Wizard!"

That's what Duhovic's mercenaries called the black windbreaker.

"What little thief did you catch again?"

It was only then that Merlin noticed that there were two soldiers behind the black windbreaker. They were dragging a prisoner, wearing a black hood, and their hands and feet were tightly handcuffed.

Hearing the shouts from the bar, the black trench coat stopped.

"It's none of your business." He shouted across the street.

"Come and have a drink, Mr. Wizard!"

Obviously, the black windbreaker is not as cold as it looks. He heard the shouts of the mercenaries, looked at the tired men behind him, thought for a while, and dragged the prisoner into the bar.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, Mr. Wizard, just to catch him?"

The leading soldier picked up a wine glass from the bar and handed it to the black windbreaker.

The black windbreaker took it over: "Cunning spy."

Soldier: "Wizard?"

Black windbreaker: "Yes."

Merlin paused while holding the wine glass.

He turned his head and looked at the bar.Two soldiers pushed the prisoner onto a chair. He was thin and his identity could not be seen from his clothes.

"There are still wizards who dare to come to Duhovic's side, thinking that they don't live long enough?"

The soldier sneered a few times. He seemed to have a good relationship with the black trench coat. He boldly walked up to the prisoner and grabbed his hood.

"Let me see who is so bold—"

— When he took off the prisoner's hood, the whole bar fell into silence.

When he saw his face clearly, Merlin felt that the blood all over his body became as cold as the snow outside the window.

It's Phoebe.

His Phoebe, his girl, was firmly handcuffed, and the shackles were connected, hanging directly from the collar around the neck.Her mouth was sealed with tape, probably because she was afraid that she would read the spell.

Apparently no one thought that the black windbreaker caught a witch this time, and she was quite a young girl.

Phoebe's blond hair was scattered in a mess, she looked around vigilantly, and almost immediately locked her eyes on the corner where Merlin was.

Merlin stood up abruptly.

He deliberately pushed the glass to the ground, the glass hit the floor, and the sound of shattering shattered the silence of the bar.

"Phoebe?!"

Phoebe watched Merlin walk in front of him coldly. He unceremoniously pushed away the soldiers in front of him and tore off the tape on the girl's mouth.

The black windbreaker tilted his head: "Do you know each other?"

Merlin: "Of course."

Damn.

Merlin looked directly into her eyes, trying to find something out of it - but there was nothing, nothing.

"Why are you here?"

He asked with just the right amount of shock.

Who sent you here, why did you send you a liaison officer, and do Aurors and Kings|man have any plans to respond?Merlin still had a series of questions, and of course it was impossible for him to ask them in this kind of place.

Damn!

Merlin's plan was well thought out, but Phoebe Lovegood would never appear in it.

"Merlin."

Phoebe's voice was still sweet and soft.She raised her hand, and the chains on her wrists collided with each other with a crisp sound.

Her hand reached for Merlin's cheek.

"Is that you?"

Then before Merlin could reply, Phoebe slapped Merlin hard in front of all the hirelings.

Clear applause echoed throughout the bar.She didn't hold back her hand, this palm caused Merlin to turn his head sideways, and then a burning pain burst from his face.

"You traitor!!!"

He probably got it.

So Merlin put on an angry expression, and he stretched out his hand like an enraged beast.

The stunned soldiers finally came to their senses.

Amidst the boos and laughter, Merlin grabbed Phoebe's hair severely.

——He really didn't want to do this. Phoebe didn't like others touching her hair. Merlin could have grabbed her neck, but if it didn't leave any scars, it might make these murderers suspicious.

This is the most vicious-looking threat that does not cause any actual harm.

"Did they send you here, or did you come here yourself?"

Merlin grabbed Phoebe's hair, forcing her to look at him.The soldiers couldn't see Merlin's expression from this angle, so he winked at Phoebe.

The latter blinked: "Fuck|Your!"

"..."

This was the first time Merlin had heard Phoebe swear.

Even though it was inappropriate, Merlin still felt that the "Fuck" uttered by her soft voice was different from others.

Merlin adjusted his expression, raised his hand in disgust, and stretched out his hand to the black windbreaker: "The key."

Black Windbreaker: "What do you want to do?"

He grabbed Phoebe, and the petite girl was almost fell to the ground by Merlin.

"If you have to put a collar on her," Merlin said, holding back his anger, "I have to do it myself, the key?"

"The president does not allow any wizards to appear within the country's borders." Hei Fengyi remained unmoved.

"Then it's you and Cypher who should leave first."

After Merlin finished speaking, he took a deep breath and eased his expression.

He had only been here for a week, and he couldn't have a bad relationship with this wizard. He came here in exchange for Duhovic's trust.

"Listen, Mister Wizard," he continued, "I will explain this to the President, and I will bear all the consequences, which have nothing to do with you."

The black windbreaker glanced suspiciously at the struggling Phoebe.

"Who is she?"

"……my lover."

"Not anymore!!" Phoebe said, kicking Merlin's leg.

God, that hurts enough.

Her kick was precise and hard, and it landed just where Merlin's prosthetic leg connected to his thigh.He took a deep breath and pulled Phoebe to his eyes: "You—"

"—a traitor," said Phoebe, staring at him, "vain and self-righteous."

Inexplicably, Merlin felt that Phoebe's words were sincere.

The black windbreaker was silent for a moment, and he was also considering the stakes: Duhovic needed Merlin, and the black windbreaker didn't want to offend him.

Besides, Merlin has already said so much.

"Then you'd better take good care of your little lover," Hei Fengyi tossed the key to Merlin and warned, "Don't let her run away again."

"I will."

Merlin took the key blankly.

"I have plenty of ways to keep her from getting out of bed."

Amid another burst of laughter, Merlin dragged Phoebe out of the bar.

Fortunately, his apartment was very close to here, and seeing her thinly dressed appearance, Merlin was afraid that Phoebe would catch a cold.

He took her back to the apartment as quickly as possible, without saying a word until Merlin locked the door tightly.

Phoebe took two steps forward, turned around, and before she could stand still, Merlin gently pressed her against the wall of the living room.

"Why are you--"

Merlin landed a heavy punch on the side of Phoebe's face.

His palm hit the wall with an earth-shattering muffled sound, and Phoebe shut her mouth automatically.

There was a bug in the living room porch, and that was the only way he could alert Phoebe.Merlin silently released the shackles on her hands and feet, then pinched the girl's chin and looked at the iron ring around her neck.

This should... not be handcuffed by physical methods.

There is no gap in the entire hoop, and it fits snugly on Phoebe's skin.No wonder Hei Fengyi gave him the key so simply, Merlin thought, this iron ring should be the biggest reason.

Putting the iron ring aside temporarily, Merlin looked Phoebe up and down again, and after confirming that she was not injured, Merlin lowered his voice: "Come with me."

Merlin brought Phoebe to the bedroom. He first turned on the computer and played music that sounded like a quarrel, and then his tense body completely relaxed.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, and belatedly realized that he was breaking out in a cold sweat.

Merlin really didn't dare to imagine what kind of situation she would have to face if she was not so coincidentally in the bar and the wizard was not so coincidentally passing by at this time.

Fortunately, there are no assumptions in this world.

"That slap," he said, "who taught you that?"

The force was precise and crisp, and until now his cheeks were still aching, Merlin didn't think a girl who graduated from a wizarding school would be so skillful.

Phoebe stood where she was. She first took a look at the surrounding environment, and then said confidently, "Uncle Harry taught me."

Very well, he knew it.

At least she didn't sneak here by herself, Merlin comforted himself from the bottom of his heart, and Harry's knowledge of this proved that they had a plan.

"What's the situation now?"

"I should ask you that."

Phoebe frowned.

"You just leave, no explanation and no contact," she said. "The Ministry of Magic is almost crazy. They say you and Cypher are going to start a war. Wizards and Muggles are looking for you. I don't understand—" "

"—Phoebe, listen to me..."

"Listen to me first!"

The girl is very angry.

When she got angry, her delicate cheeks were covered with a faint blush.

"Uncle Harry thinks that you may have been threatened by Cypher, or Duhovich. After learning about your arrival in Eastern Europe, he confirmed this. Since Duhovich and Cypher need new research, Uncle Harry Said that you don't have to worry about your personal safety, but he is worried that Cypher used magic to manipulate you, so let me come over to check the situation first."

"He sent you here?!"

Merlin thought Harry must be crazy.

Phoebe, a little girl, broke into Duhovic's country alone, wouldn't he be afraid of any accidents happening to his niece?

"Who else but me, do you want me to ask someone from the Ministry of Magic to arrest you?" Phoebe countered.

She had never been so tough on Merlin.

The girl who had always been in his arms and acted like a baby, put on a mocking tone.That hurt a bit, but Merlin couldn't care less now.

"Does Harry have further plans?" he asked.

"Tomorrow Roxie will arrive as an arms dealer and underworld leader."

"No," Merlin said, "Duhovic found Eggsy's bug."

"But he doesn't know who did it."

That being said, Merlin still felt that it was too risky.

He didn't care much about the question of whether he was wanted or not.Far away in Eastern Europe, still in Duhovic's territory, as Harry speculated, he was safe.

But now with the addition of Phoebe, that might not be the case.

"My plan and Cypher's," Merlin sighed, "is to gain Duhovic's trust, to obtain tangible evidence of his terrorist attacks and dictatorship. Then send them out .”

"So you're sane and you're not under any threat."

"No, it's just because this is a good opportunity to bring down Duhovic. If the British government and the Ministry of Magic don't arrest me, he won't believe me."

"Then?"

"And here you come, Phoebe. Harry shouldn't have sent you here, and I can't quite guarantee your safety."

"And then?"

"..."

He was a little confused about what Phoebe meant.

Merlin looked up at Phoebe.

The young girl stood in front of him, clenched her fists, her clear gray eyes were full of anger.Their eyes met, and no one spoke for a long time.

Until Phoebe's rapid breathing returned to normal little by little, her mood seemed to calm down a little.

"Have you considered your own safety?" she asked.

Merlin couldn't answer her.

All the man could do was reach out his hands silently, trying to give Phoebe a hug, but she refused.

Phoebe shook his hand away.

She even loosened her tightly clenched fingers: "Don't accuse Uncle Harry of his judgment, I can accuse you of the same position."

Merlin: "..."

"I'm not made of glass, Merlin, I'm an Auror, and Uncle Harry chose to trust me," said Phoebe seriously, "Kings|man doesn't want to lose the logistics officer, and I don't want to lose you, that's why I'm standing here reason."

Having said that, Merlin lost all ground for questioning.

And he had to admit, it turned out better than he'd expected—he'd imagined that Phoebe would be pissed off, that she'd cry and ask him why he did it, even if it was her own impulse.

Merlin underestimated her, and fortunately he underestimated her.

A complex emotion spread from the bottom of his heart, similar to sour satisfaction.He looked at Phoebe's still angry face, and carefully raised his palm.

He was afraid that she would hide away again, but not this time.

Calloused skin brushed against Phoebe's, her eyelashes fluttered, and then the girl closed her eyes, her cheek tilting unconsciously toward his palm.

Merlin couldn't bear it anymore, he pulled Phoebe into his arms almost forcefully.

Still the scent of orchid shampoo, still the familiar temperature.He leaned against her shoulder, kissing Phoebe's neck and shoulder.

"Merlin," Phoebe said aggrievedly, "I miss you so much."

So is he.

In this world of ice and snow, Merlin felt the warmth from his heart for the first time.

The two hug each other and lie down.

Phoebe snuggled into Merlin's arms tightly, wrapping her arms around him, as if she was afraid that he would leave without saying a word.Merlin didn't ask how she came here, and how she was caught. It was too late and not the right time.They have plenty of time to discuss the details slowly.

She was very tired, and almost as soon as she lay down, Phoebe fell into a deep sleep.

But Merlin couldn't sleep, he stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.

As Phoebe said, Merlin can temporarily give up his own safety, but he cannot give up Phoebe's.

You have to rearrange your thinking.

The author has something to say: Yesterday a girl guessed that it was May Linli who voted to hurt Phoebe, who would have guessed it! .jpg is actually Uncle Harry personally instructing Phoebe how to beat people.

Thank you, Young Master Ah Qi, and the CEO for smiling charmingly at you for your land mines, so kind!