West's Summer [Comprehensive English and American]

If Wester still has any expectations for his own character, it must be that he can always seize the most imperceptible turning point at every corner of his life, and try his best to get back to life again. The edge returns to the world.

But now, for the first time, the boy has genuine doubts about whether he can walk out of this forest alive.

"..."

Silence stood on a mossy tree root, confronting at least a dozen wild wolves around him.West dialed the weird black earring on his right ear, and confirmed that there were no human brain waves within his sensing range, and his face became even more ugly.

——If I still survive to go back, the first thing to do is to beat Tony Stark into a piece of steel... the kind that can't be buckled if it is embedded in the wall.

He cursed that unreliable dwarf radish and his unreliable converter in his heart.West sniffed the bloody smell in the wind, and really didn't know whether he should be glad that he passed through the space-time fault unscathed, or lament that he fell into an inaccessible forest as soon as he was squeezed out of the space crack, and It was so hard to die that it happened to bump into a pack of hungry wild wolves looking for food.

...God knows how long these wolf cubs have been hungry, and how aggressive they will be in front of delicious food.West thought so expressionlessly.And look at his own current state: he is blind, his mental power is greatly weakened, and even with the increase of black technology, he still can't search anyone's brainwaves so that he can assimilate his consciousness and exert his abilities... For God's sake , to be so unlucky, if he didn't die here today, I'm afraid he would find it unbelievable.

Moving slowly and quietly.Every time they took a step back, the wolves in front of them also moved forward slowly, forming a rather strange confrontation.For West now, it is indeed very difficult to capture the brain waves of animals in a large area, let alone control, it is very difficult to even give them a little instinctive fear... Do your best to expand the damaged mental power to the limit, But still nothing.He carefully picked up the branches he stepped on, focused his attention on vigilance, and decided that even if he was seriously injured, he would give these hungry beasts a little taste.

Leaning slightly, lowering the center of gravity, protecting the vitals of his neck.At the same time, the roar of the beast seemed to be getting closer.West leaned against the moss-covered tree trunk behind him, made a wrong step, and was about to avoid a wild wolf that had already pounced on him from the right, but his movements suddenly stopped.

"call out--"

The sharp piercing sound of arrows suddenly sounded from several different directions, drawing long wind patterns in the air.Including the leading male wolf who was roaring and pounced on the young man, half of the entire pack of wolves were killed or injured in an instant.Not long after, more than a dozen messy brainwaves broke into West's sensing range together, shouting one after another, driving away the remaining beasts, and quickly wiped out the danger in the nearby jungle.

"Hey, are you okay...!"

The neighing of the reining horse was heard not far away, and across half a gentle slope, these knights wandering in the barren mountains had already seen the figure who had just narrowly escaped death under the tree.

Walking a few steps forward unconsciously, West blinked doubtfully but happily.Although he couldn't see anything and couldn't use his eyes to confirm it, there was no doubt that these familiar brain waves—

"Serena?...Merlin! Isn't this Serena?!"

Sure enough, after seeing the boy's appearance clearly.Arthur, who was the first to stop, yelled in disbelief.The corners of West's mouth twitched, and just as he was about to say something, a shocking burst of strong emotions burst out of the messy brain waves, which was also mixed with the muffled sound of something heavy falling to the ground, and the exclamation of the knights. , and the sound of footsteps stumbling among the fallen leaves, startled him suddenly.When he came back to his senses again, someone had already grabbed his wrist so hard that he could even hear the wailing before his wrist fractured.

"merrrrrrrlin!!!"

His voice trembled from the pain, and at the same time, there was a trace of inexplicable guilt.West stepped back unconsciously, clinging tightly to the wet tree trunk. Although his eyes couldn't see anything, it didn't prevent him from accurately recognizing the person from the brain waves.

He didn't speak, didn't move, just stood there with red eyes.If West could see Merlin's expression now, he would never have imagined that such an undisguised fragility and happiness would appear on the face of the black-haired mage who was never afraid of anything.Just like a drowning person finally grasping the driftwood for survival, the desert finally ushered in the torrential rain, soaking the whole heart under the water, and getting redemption from the regret that almost drowned people.

"Serena..."

His voice trembled more than he did.Merlin murmured like this, as if he wanted to say something more, but in the end it was only silence.

With a movement of the fingertips, the backhand brought the mage's wrist into the palm of his hand.West sighed silently, hesitated for a while, but still slowly raised that unrestrained arm, trying to give his former cohabitant an incomplete hug.

"Nice to see you again, Merlin."

Smiling, he patted the mage's straight back comfortingly.It seems that since the first time we met, Merlin has always been fascinated by him, just like his favorite heavy rain in midsummer, lightly and lightly reflected in those light gray eyes, wet, instantly It can soak every inch of your soul through.

"You guy..."

The stiff body gradually relaxed, and he also raised his hand, tightening West's slender but not thin waist.The black-haired mage groaned from his throat. Whether it was intentional or not, he suddenly put his whole body weight on the young man. As a result, both of them lost their center of gravity. They just slid and sat against the tree trunk in a hugging position. on the ground.

"You're too thin, Serena." Merlin grinned at the bones on the boy's body, and lowered his head dissatisfied, complaining in his ear.

"...Merlin!!"

Feeling the warmth that belongs to the human body instantly cut off the cold and humid cold of the forest, and covered every inch of rushing blood with scalding heat.West trembled all over, and pushed the mage's shoulder amidst the good-natured chuckles of the knights, and the tips of his ears turned red instantly.

"Okay, okay, you guys." Having been tormented by the low pressure of his servants for more than half a year, now that he has found the long-lost West by accident, Arthur can finally breathe a sigh of relief:

"Since that's the case, let's stop here for today's hunting... I think Merlin and Serena should have a lot to talk about."

"Yeah, maybe there's so much to talk about tomorrow."

He turned his head and gave the knight Gao Wen who laughed the most.Merlin didn't delay, pulled West up from the ground, turned around and walked towards his mount.Among the knights, the big Percival had already volunteered without waiting for Arthur's order, and led the last empty horse to the young man.

"Fortunately, I got an extra set today. Maybe it's because I have a premonition that you, Serena, are coming back."

Wink happily.The black-haired mage said with a smile, and was about to push the rein into the young man's hand, but suddenly found that his face was distressed, and the corners of his mouth were pursed uneasily.It seemed that he wanted to say something, but it was a bit difficult to say.

Merlin raised his eyebrows suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

"...my eyes can't see, Merlin..."

Although I don't want to talk about this issue in public, but there is really no other way.West sighed, stretched out his hand and touched the big white horse that rubbed against his cheek with aggrievedness, his tone was a little helpless:

"So, can someone please bring me back? ... If it is still named Pendragon?"

……

In fact, the road back to Camelot is not a long one.

Since it was a routine hunting activity for the king and the knights, West was rescued from the wolf's mouth at the very beginning.Therefore, they didn't have any cumbersome prey to transport except weapons, and they packed lightly, and soon saw the magnificent outline of Camelot's castle.

"You're back, Serena."

Giving West a polite hug, Gwen happily took the boy's hand and looked him up and down, remembering something, and smiled a bit slyly:

"In this way, our Merlin won't have to frown every day, always rejecting girls who want to ask him out."

I was a little bit emotional that I hadn't seen her in half a year, but that clever maid had become the queen of the entire Camelot, but I heard such a sentence out of the blue.West stared in disbelief:

"Want to ask him out? Or the girls? Gwen, are you sure you're talking about Merlin?!"

"..."

The onlookers King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table burst out laughing.

Compared with Gwen's obvious joy, Gaius' relief is more restrained.The moment West entered the door, he dropped the medicine pestle in his hand, and the old doctor stared at the young man for a while, as if he really wanted to copy the broom and beat up the little bastard who made him fearful, but in the end he just stepped forward, He patted him on the shoulder with relief.

"Just come back."

As he said so, he carefully looked at the young man's dark eyes and his haggard face that couldn't be concealed.Sighing silently, he shook his head towards the mage who had an expressionless expression beside him.

Gasping for breath, West felt Merlin's hand gripping his wrist tightened.

"Your things are still in your room."

He couldn't see it, and it didn't mean Gaius couldn't see the guilt and pain in the eyes of the black-haired mage.Camelot's court physician reluctantly picked up the medicine pestle, put it on the table, and motioned for Merlin to take the boy back to the house and have a good talk:

"Don't think too much, go and rest for a while, Serena. I will cook your favorite dishes tonight."

"Thank you, Gaius."

He was staggered by the mage.Somehow knowing that he was not feeling well now, West only had time to thank the old doctor, then stumbled up the stairs and walked into the hut where he had lived for several months.I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but in this small space, he always finds it difficult to breathe... Especially, when there is a mage with a gloomy face quietly behind you, who is staring straight at you— —West swears with the dignity of a telepath, after falling off a cliff in front of him, his life and death were unknown for half a year, and he came back in a mess, now Merlin is absolutely thinking about how to give him baked.

"Merlin."

The door was closed with a bang, and there was a roar that pierced the eardrums in the air.West sighed and didn't turn around. In this situation, he didn't think it would be a good choice for Merlin to look into his eyes and talk.

"I've been looking for you for four whole months, Serena."

His expression was a little dazed, as if he remembered watching the death knight's long sword penetrate the young man's chest, bringing out a series of extremely beautiful blood flowers in mid-air.Merlin's pupils trembled, his eyes fell on West's slightly messy short brown hair, and his voice was so soft that it was almost a whisper:

"I searched every inch of land under the cliffs of Barton Mountain, all the riversides, caves, and villages you might be in, and I didn't let go of any of them. I even used magic secretly...but I couldn't find you anywhere. "

"Later, I went to the druid tribe and asked the most powerful fortune-teller in the world for help. But he told me that the crystal ball cannot predict your fate. You don't seem to exist in this world at all. Even the old gatekeeper The spirit world in charge has never received your soul after death."

He smiled wryly, and he could still hear the slightly apprehensive advice from the druid priest.It seems that from the very beginning, this group of guardians of nature had an inexplicable hostility towards West, just as they had repeatedly warned Emorys that his fate would turn the boy over.Even at that time, West had already proved his loyalty to his friends to King Arthur and the wizard with life and death, but he still never gave up persuading him to stay away.

Merlin believed that there must be a reason for this.But he has already hurt West once because of those misty prophecies. If the so-called fate is slowly practiced in this way, then, for this magical boy, he is actually more willing to follow his heart's desire and intuition.

"So, I regret it now."

Unable to suppress the annoyance and bitterness in his tone any longer, Merlin took two steps forward and grabbed the brown-haired boy's shoulders with a firm attitude that could not be refused.Even though West has already closed his eyes by reflex, he can still imagine from the black and blue eyes that being immersed in a world full of darkness, for a once high-spirited son of heaven, how cruel and cruel it must be. despair.

"No one can restrain you, Serena... You obviously have the ability to protect yourself, but you always pretend to be an ordinary person because of me, and you almost died because of it... This is what none of us want to see .”

"After all, that's obviously my destiny. I shouldn't, and I can't ask you to live in my way."

He stretched out his right hand to cover his chest, with a pious expression, as if making the most solemn and irrevocable oath in his life.Just like when he set foot on the land of Camelot ignorantly and ignorantly to go to a pre-destined destiny, when he sent Arthur to the throne and realized the future of Emerys and the Eternal King, he also Still won't stop there... No matter whether it is a part of fate or a variable that escapes reincarnation, all he cares about is the existence of West.

——You have done enough for me, for us.Next, let me protect you.

Not as a son of the ancient religion, not as Emerys, but just Merlin, the one who picked up West in the forest.

There seemed to be a sigh in the void, like a bridge connecting the past and the future, washed by the mage's constant flow of thoughts.The gears of fate are still turning endlessly, but one day, the dusty magic box will be reopened, and the soul from the distant future will pry the entire horoscope and save the loved one from the desperate sentence given by the gods come out.

In a distant place, there seemed to be faint bangs of the breaking of the life wheel.

The moment the mage embraced the boy, their futures finally overlapped with each other.

At this point, there is no turning back.