West's Summer [Comprehensive English and American]

Arthur Pendragon felt that something was wrong with his valet recently.

Generally speaking, although Merlin looks a little dazed, works a little slower, is a little disrespectful to the prince, and has all kinds of magical flat throwing skills, there is no doubt that his mental state is still within the range of normal people... And now, watching the little servant with a smirk on his face holding a rag and repeatedly mopping the same floor for half an hour, the newly crowned king of Camelot really can't convince himself that there is something abnormal about Merlin these days. It was all an illusion of his imagination.

"Merlin." Putting down the quill pen in his hand for reviewing documents, Arthur rolled his eyes with ease, "Wipe the bedroom floor like this, are you trying to murder the king?"

"……Oh."

Glancing at the shiny stone bricks under his hand, Merlin froze for a moment, then changed the place with the bucket and continued to giggle.

"..."

Arthur is now absolutely sure that there must be something wrong with this kid.

"Mei-Lin--" elongated the tone, and each sound seemed to be revolving in the air thousands of times.All Camelot knew that whenever the king called his manservant by his name in that tone, it meant that someone was in trouble.

"Yes, sir?" Reflexively standing up, Merlin still had an unexpected expression on his face.

"You'd better tell me honestly—" Leaning on the back of the chair, Arthur put his arms around his chest, and raised his chin at the little manservant, "are you going to the pub again behind my back, or going to the forest with some girl On a date?"

"of course not."

Never able to figure out how he would leave Arthur with the impression of "going to pubs whenever he has time" and "going to girls when he has time", Merlin didn't hesitate at all, and immediately opened his mouth to retort:

"Do you think I'm as idle as the royal cabbage every day?"

What he said was true.As Arthur's personal servant, he has to get up early every morning to make breakfast for the king, serve the king to get up, accompany him to the council hall, train with the knights, clean the room, wash clothes, polish armor, clean the stables, etc.; and as the last The great mage Emerys, he still has time to practice magic, endure the bad temper of some royal idiots, and protect Arthur's life from being accidentally lost... To be honest, he came to Camelot Te's life in the past few years is more tiring than his previous 20 years combined.

For example, he was just distracted for a few minutes because he thought that there was an unusual boy like him in the family, and Arthur was like a bear smelling honey, forcing him to give him a satisfactory Explanation... Although, even if he tells some lies casually, the dish without IQ will not be able to hear it.

"Merlin, I think you may have been living too well recently."

And Arthur obviously missed the point that Merlin wanted to express.In fact, no matter what they were talking about before, as soon as the words 'Royal Caitou' came out, he would be completely distracted as if his tail had been stepped on.

Just put your feet on the table too.Arthur picked up a silver wine glass and played with it, squinting at his servant who would never learn to respect the king:

"My shirt needs to be washed, my chain mail needs to be polished, the room needs to be re-made, and those boots in the corner... oh yeah, since you have time to talk back to me, of course you don't mind By the way, brush the horses of the entire knight order, shall we?"

"..."

Completely speechless.The mage absolutely believed that if he dared to say no, Arthur would make intimate contact between the cup in his hand and his head.

——His fate has been tortuous enough, there is no need to add the item of 'being smashed into a fool by his own Destiny'.

Obediently turning around with a pile of dirty clothes in his arms, Merlin secretly rolled his eyes towards the ceiling.The moment he stepped out of the door, he dodged to the side very skillfully, just in time to watch a certain silver plate fly out from his cheek, and hit the wall opposite the corridor with a bang.

"Remember to bring me dinner on time."

Behind him, the proud king added lazily.

"I'd rather forget about it myself." Following the wind, the servant's last voice was sent far away, and Merlin obviously snorted from his nose:

"Your belt has run out of holes, mylord."

Arthur: "..." Hehe.

Therefore, when West heard the movement and raised his head, the first thing he saw was not a living person, but a large pile of "tacks" who didn't know what they were, stumbled and walked out the door.

His eyes twitched unconsciously, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the familiar brown short boots under the sundries, and the looming bright drool pocket.He sighed silently, stretched out his hand and stroked in mid-air, floating all the things that were about to bury him in Merlin's arms.

"Bringing these jobs home to do again, Gaius hasn't kicked you out yet?"

He counted a few pieces of chain mail that were too dirty to be seen in the air, as well as small things like clothes, boots, and rags.West turned around from the window, watching the boy grab the berries on the table and eagerly took a big bite, his eyes were full of smiles that even he didn't know.

"It's better to use magic when you bring it back." Muttering vaguely, Merlin waved his hand in the air with the fruit, his brows and eyes frowned:

"Arthur always gave me so much work that I couldn't do it without magic. Casting spells in the palace is easy to be discovered by others, so I had to bring them back quietly."

"Is that so?" Smiling and shaking his head, West snapped his fingers, and the pile of clothes in mid-air that needed to be cleaned by the mage seemed to have become conscious, and they were neatly stacked on the table: "But at home In fact, it is easy to be discovered, right? After all, there are not a few people who come to Gaius every day, and most of them have no habit of knocking on the door."

Just like the Kovan knight who opened the door without saying a word when he was still recuperating in bed a few days ago.If it weren't for the fact that he could feel that he was not malicious from the brainwaves, and Merlin came back in time, the two of them might have a fight in Gaius' hut.

"Cough... Gao Wen is always like that, just get used to it, don't mind." Apparently knowing what the young man remembered, Merlin secretly bent his mouth, and stared at West without blinking with a pair of big wet eyes, full of anticipation :

"What's more, isn't there you? No matter who it is, as long as you get close to here, you will remind me to take back the magic in time, right!"

"...that's true."

Xin said that I have only been here for a few days, and you have already learned how to handle me.West shrugged helplessly, but was not annoyed.Instead, he dragged a chair from the corner and watched the black-haired mage happily recite the spell while dutifully serving as his human siren.

Satisfaction watched the young man obediently stand by the side, pretending to let him do whatever he wanted.Merlin turned around among the clothes that had started to be cleaned automatically, obviously feeling very accomplished about his achievements.

At that time, more than half a month had passed since the mage picked up a certain half-dead 'hermit' in the forest.With his own strong resilience and the careful care of the doctors, West has already been able to get out of bed alive and continue to harm the world.And since the first in-depth memory search, West, who knew what kind of era it was, quickly established a very harmonious friendship with Merlin. For the young man, the history here is obviously the same as the one he once read. There is a big discrepancy in the previous King Arthur stories. A mage who concealed his identity and served as the king's servant is really interesting; and for Merlin, although West denies that he can use magic, there is no doubt that his strange powers are related to his own. Just as different.And sometimes, it's really exciting to have a companion who knows your true abilities and can also do things that others can't. At least, you know that you are not the only one in this world. He can be with you Looking at the world from the same angle and looking at the world with the same gaze, you will no longer always feel an indescribable loneliness as before.

After experiencing the magic of being telepathically telepathic that day, and listening to Wester gossip about a lot of things like "mutants" and "superpowers" that he didn't understand, Merlin also treated him. The boy who was picked up has a general understanding.He didn't quite know where he came from, but he didn't reject, or even hoped that West would stay here, in Camelot.And because he doesn't know how he fell into this timeline, and he's not sure whether using the time ability will cause any permanent irreversible effects on his body, West doesn't seem to be planning to leave for the time being.So the two of them conspired with Gaius and declared that West was a relative of Merlin, but he came to Camelot to visit relatives but was favored by the court physician, so he stayed to help him.

"Looks like I'm going to raise another son."

Because Merlin's arrival had occupied the only storage room in the hut, West could only live with that kid.Gaius sighed and asked someone to move a bed and squeeze it into the room where there was no room left. He was worried that the cost of living would double again in the future.

"Although I'm a doctor's apprentice in name, I spend most of my time serving Arthur. Gaius really needs someone to help him."

I am very satisfied with this arrangement.Merlin didn't complain about having another big living person stuffed in his room, but was glad that someone could help him while he was at work... This way Gaius didn't have to ask him to wash the tub after he came home half dead from exhaustion. Pot _(:3)∠)_.

West obviously did not let them down.After being warned never to use his abilities in front of others, he was really like an ordinary teenager, carrying Gaius back and forth between the various houses in Camelot every day with a backpack on his back, and occasionally being unable to send When he needed it, he would also take the initiative to go to the forest to help pick herbs and so on—the berries in Merlin’s mouth just now were his achievements in the morning—after living for so many years, it is not without experience of surviving alone in the wild, such a trivial matter Apparently it wasn't hard enough for him.

"What are you going to do later, Serena?"

It is estimated that he has brought himself into the identity of "West relatives".Merlin familiarly slapped the young man who was in a daze and thought, and he didn't have the slightest awareness of a patient recovering from a serious injury. The nickname was easy to pronounce.

"Ah? Probably to see if Gaius needs help."

Being photographed was a bit dazed, and he didn't react for a while, West subconsciously said:

"He should be finishing the potion soon, and then I will be responsible for delivering those things to those who need them... Well, it seems that he wants me to clean his leech tank?"

"... Seriously, that's not exactly fun work."

Probably remembering his own tragic experience, Merlin's shoulders visibly shook.Although he was indeed trying his best to express his sympathy, West still felt that the expression on this kid's face still looked like gloating.

Raising his eyebrows, he stretched out a finger and nodded it on his forehead as if threatening.He watched the boy's face drop instantly, and he raised his hand to signal himself to surrender. A smile flashed across his blue eyes: "It seems that you are so thoughtful... Before I came, you must have been tortured." Are you crazy?"

"No."

'Deng Deng' ran into his small room, took out his and West's clothes and threw them into the cleaning magic.Merlin responded casually, picked up two more fruits from the table, and threw one into the boy's arms.

"Anyway, don't come back too late. I'll come back and cook for you after I deliver dinner to Arthur... I know you also think that Gaius is only good at making potions."

The end of Merlin's sentence paused very delicately.The corners of West's mouth twitched, obviously knowing that the boy must have thought of the scene when he tried the old doctor's soup for the first time—although he tried really hard not to spit it out, but whoever saw it With his distorted expression that he couldn't help himself, everyone should understand what the hidden evaluation of that bowl of soup is.

—Anyway, at the end of the day, Gaius did not speak to West again.

"It will be May Day in a few days, and the palace should be very busy. Arthur will hold a dinner party at that time, and I think you will like it there."

Chanting the mantra silently, in an instant, the piles of clothes and chain mail were automatically folded in mid-air and neatly stacked.The black-haired mage picked up his achievements of the afternoon, blinked at West, and then hurried out of the room to start the next job.

——To be honest, it is really convenient to have Merlin to do housework.

He looked around at the house that the boy had tidied up with magic before he left.West rubbed his chin, thinking of the Xavier manor that hired many part-time workers to clean it every month. If he could keep a Merlin at home, it would definitely save him a lot of trouble.

"Almighty healer..."

With a smile, I said such a sentence with emotion.The 'hermit' under the fence shrugged, and then picked up the shoulder bag hanging by the window.After all, mutants had to eat anyway, so Gaius would not kick himself out of the house one day, so he had no choice but to accept his fate and help the doctor with some chores.

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Meanwhile, somewhere in the Camelot border forest.

In the dim hut, a candle that was about to burn out kept flickering, reflecting a small yellow silhouette on the ground.At the simple wooden table, the once high-spirited Princess Camelot sat quietly, raising her eyes to look at the man standing restlessly in front of her, her pupils filled with endless coldness and evil.

"Best assassin among the Saxons, eh?"

Playing with the exquisite dagger in her hand, Morgana smiled casually, and said softly, "I want you to kill Arthur Pendragon, can you do it?"

"Of course." As if smiling, the man leaned over to salute, with his head buried very low, but it was not difficult to hear the imperative in his tone, "As long as it is what you order, I will do it exactly."

"Very well, let's do it at the May Day dinner... As long as Arthur dies, I will be the only legitimate heir of Camelot."

Standing up, his eyes were full of sharp viciousness and madness.She paced a few steps in the narrow wooden house, as if she suddenly remembered something, and stopped in front of the man again.

"Remember, if possible, kill the servant Merlin next to Arthur. For some reason, because of that kid, our plans always fall short at critical moments."

"……I see."

There was a little cold sweat on his forehead, and a trace of fear flashed in the man's eyes.Straightening up, he hesitated for a while, and finally said cautiously: "But, Merlin?"

"He is Gaius' apprentice. If you don't find him with Arthur, then you must be with Gaius." Raising her chin, Morgana said lightly:

"Since they are all to be killed, then kill all possible threats together... If you can't do it, you don't have to come back."

"...yes, mylady."