Shadow of the Beautiful World

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Outside Merlin’s tavern, the night has begun to envelope Kandahar City.

The news of the militants and jihadists' diplomatic fire in the city has been returned. All the people who have been to the scene are rumoring the horror scene. Dozens of people have died, and it has been bloodshed.

A panic about the coming of war spreads uncontrollably among the crowd. The worst part is that no one in the city can come forward to stop this terrible panic.

It's like an unstoppable plague of mind, it will eventually erupt.

It will kill the last hope of all life in the city before the real war destroys the city.

In many cases, fear is a more destructive force than swords and bullets.

But in this quiet tavern, everything seemed to be isolated.

On the flat table next to him, the soldier’s breathing had become smooth. Although it was still very weak, the rhythmic breathing represented that he had passed the most dangerous period.

A life was saved.

This should have been a glorious thing, but neither of the two in the tavern paid too much attention to it.

In the face of Merlin's inquiry, young man Lincoln Campbell from Ohio seemed a little silent. He drank the wine from the glass, with a slight drunkenness, and said to Merlin:

"You said you can modify the memory?"

"Not modification, but forgetting."

Merlin explained:

"Of course you can do the modification. But it is more troublesome. To modify a memory, you need to match other magic. I generally don't like to do meaningless things."

"Then after I tell you my secret, can you help me modify my memory?"

The young man looked at Merlin and he said:

"Modify me as a person who has a deep hatred of alcohol and wants to be a good doctor, hoping to spend a lifetime peacefully. Oh, yes, I hate violence extremely, and make my personality gentle...you can do it ?"

"Yeah, young man, you have so many demands."

Merlin stroked his wand, and Lola was beating in the palm of his hand, as if responding to his master.

He looked at Lincoln and he said:

"I can do it, but I'm curious. The secret you revealed is not worth me doing. And why do you want to be such a person? You said you want to hate alcohol, but what I see is A young man immersed in alcohol... You are avoiding something with drunkenness, right?"

"If drunk can escape pain, how perfect this world should be."

Lincoln chuckled, and he said:

"I'm really paralyzing myself with alcohol, but that's not really what I want. Every time I wake up, that kind of suppressed pain is doubled, and I fell in love a year ago. For years, I love my girlfriend, I still have ideals, and I still have a future. But now, I have nothing."

"I let her down again and again, alcoholism, domestic violence...I'm a scumbag."

The young man’s smile was full of pain, he said:

"But Mr. Merlin, have you encountered that kind of situation? The situation where you are sober, but you can't control your irritable emotions, the kind of situation where you love her explicitly, but still can't help venting your anxiety Despair in her..."

"Oh Nope."

Merlin shook his head, and he said bluntly:

"The men who beat women are scum. Fortunately, that's you, not me."

"Yes, I'm scum."

Lincoln said seriously:

"So I hope you can change my memory, change my character, and give me a second chance to start again."

"Compared to this, I am more curious, how did you become like this?"

Merlin pointed to the wine glass in Lincoln's hand. He said:

"A lot of people drink alcohol and use alcohol to paralyze fear... but in fact, this behavior will only be counterproductive. What are you afraid of? What are you escaping from? Those things are carried by you with a mysterious person Does it matter if they appear in Afghanistan?"

"Have!"

Lincoln gritted his teeth and pointed to his heart. He said:

"I have a devil in my heart. After the night of my 18th birthday, it woke up and roared to rush out of the cage. That was instinct, longing for violence and destruction."

"I thought I was cursed, but then I found out that it was not a curse. It was talking to me, and in every silent night, it was urging me to find the key to release it."

"Since then, I have been afraid of the night."

Lincoln poured himself another glass of wine, and he lifted his neck and sipped that spirit in a way that surprised Merlin.

He says:

"Only when I’m drunk, can I be quiet...to be really calm. I didn’t hurt her deliberately, but I just... just couldn’t control it. That voice sounded in my soul, it was eager to wake up ."

"No, there is no demon in your body."

Merlin looked at the young man who looked like nonsense in front of him. He definitely said:

"In terms of my knowledge of demons, if you are a demonic believer or parasitic, you can't even live in my car. Okay, the time for dumb puzzles is over, Lincoln, I can help you Plastic art, tell me now, what is your secret?"

"Inhumans."

Lincoln spoke a strange word.

Merlin froze for a moment. He had never heard of the term. After a while, he asked:

"Alien? What does this mean?"

"I'm not too sure either."

Lincoln said frankly:

"The word is the mysterious man who appeared in the bar and brought me from Cincinnati to Afghanistan. He didn’t tell me much, he just told me that the call in my heart is not a curse. It’s that the great heritage flowing in the bloodline is instinctively eager to recover. He told me that he will take me to my real'home'."

"He told me that I don't need to be afraid anymore."

There was a sardonic smile on Lincoln's face. He said:

"Shet! Does he think I am a child? Just let me follow him with just a few words... just let me abandon everything I have in this world, just because of what the hell's inheritance! But do you know? Mr. Merlin, I have no choice..."

"He didn’t give me a choice at all, he just grabbed my arm like that, I saw the blue light beating, I saw the light swirling in the sky, just in the blink of an eye, I appeared in the corner of the city of Kandahar ."

The young man grabbed his hair, he was already drunk.

He gritted his teeth and said:

"He didn't even give me... a chance to say goodbye to her. Damn it! Damn it! Who wants to come to this ghost place? Who wants to be a loved one with that monster! He has no eyes!"

"Ok?"

Merlin was interested. He looked at Lincoln. He said:

"Describe to me the mysterious man who took you away. You said he has no eyes?"

"Yes."

Lincoln said:

"Ordinary face, short gray hair, nose, mouth, ears, but the face between the nose and the forehead is flat. There is no eye structure at all, as if the eyes never existed."

"Except for his eyes, he looks no different from a normal person. He is wearing a gray trench coat and a tie."

The young man shook his head dizzy, he said:

"I was terrified, really. I have never seen anyone like that, I thought he was a mutant, but he told me that he had nothing to do with the mutant. He was a stranger, a person who inherited the ancient times Heir to the blood of the gods, he told me that there are many people like me in his home."

"anything else?"

Merlin asked:

"Did he tell you anything else? For example, where is his home? His organization, stranger situation, ability, or other secrets?"

"He didn't say exactly where."

Lincoln leaned back in his chair, he said:

"He only told me that the name of "home" is called "afterlife". It is a paradise in the Himalayas, a place where strangers live. I only spent less than 20 minutes with him and he hurried Leaving, as if something important happened. He asked me to wait for him in Kandahar and he will come back as quickly as possible."

"He told me that what happened on the night of my 18th birthday was a sign of alien blood awakening. I needed to be exposed to a quirky, seemingly misty thing to complete the transformation from human to alien , And the things that are essential for strangers are on their side."

"Ok..."

Merlin nodded.

The information disclosed by Lincoln does not seem to be false.

But strangers, this organization, or the existence of race, Merlin had never known before. Even in the documents left by Ms. Carter, there are no clues.

The existence of mutants is no longer a secret, but what about these strangers that look very similar to mutants?

If things are really as Lincoln said, if the inheritance of aliens can be traced back thousands of years, then in what way do they achieve generation after generation of concealment?

Also, why do strangers live in the Himalayas? And listening to Lincoln's meaning seems to be a stranger, it means to completely cut off contact with the outside world?

Do they want to organize a small civilization?

Or do they simply disagree that they are part of human civilization?

The more Merlin thought, the more weird this thing was.

Looking at Lincoln, he asked:

"What's the name of the stranger who took you away?"

"Gordon."

The drunk Lincoln said:

"He told me that his name is Gordon."

"Well, I haven't heard of it."

Merlin shook his head in disappointment.

A few minutes later, Lincoln stood up swayingly and opened his arms in front of Merlin’s eyes. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He said:

"I told my secrets, and all the secrets, I don't have anything left, have told you. Mr. Merlin, now fulfill your promise."

"Modify my memory and free me..."

"I will beg you."

Merlin looked at the lifeless expression on the young man's face in front of him. He shook his head and said to Lincoln:

"I want to tell you in advance that if your anxiety really comes from your instincts, then even if you modify the memory, it is impossible to maintain it for too long. I can’t modify your soul, and I can’t modify your instincts, even if it is temporarily suppressed , When it breaks out again, you will only be more painful."

"bring it on."

Lincoln said quietly:

"Whatever you do, let me change back to who I am. Even if it is only one day..."

"Then..."

The wand in Merlin's hand waved, and the light of the Forgotten Charm jumped at the top of the wand, but at the moment when Merlin's wand was about to touch Lincoln, a strange blue light suddenly appeared in the closed tavern.

A figure emerged from the light, and when he reached out, he would grab Lincoln.

But Merlin responded faster.

His body suddenly shattered into billowing black smoke, covering Lincoln as a whole, completely blocking the hand that stretched out.

The blue light collided with Merlin's black mist in this narrow room, and Lincoln, shrouded in it, made a painful howl.

The blazing red flare in the black mist intersects with the blue light.

After just a few seconds, in a deep cry, the blue light dissipated as strangely as it appeared. Merlin's figure also reunited in front of Lincoln after a moment.

The drunk young man was sweating all over his body at this moment. He could see that, just now, at the most terrible time, the hand of the alien Gordon who appeared in the blue light was less than 5 inches away from him distance.

But the mysterious Mr. Merlin repulsed him.

No, not just repel.

Lincoln saw the black fighting knife in Merlin's hand, and the blood on the blade.

"He bleeds."

Merlin picked up the handkerchief and wiped the blood on the blade of the fighting knife. He said to Lincoln behind him:

"But his ability is tricky. If he must take you away, it will be a real big trouble..."

"Then what should we do?"

Lincoln, who was awakened from drunkenness, looked at Merlin, who wiped the blade, and he couldn't help but ask:

"If he comes again, what should he do?"

"We? No no no."

Merlin shook his head. He turned around and said to Lincoln seriously:

"It's you, you should think about what to do."

"What I can tell you is that I had a similar experience with you. In fact, your real trouble is not the kind of call in your heart. Lincoln, you have not realized the true core of the problem."

Merlin put away the fighting knife and he said to the dazed young man:

"Bad things have happened and your life has been ruined. Whether you want it or not, you can't go back in the past. What if I modify your memory? Can you forget these things, the girl who hurt you? Can you forget? Can people around you forget?"

"Child, listen to me."

Merlin held out his hand and patted Lincoln on the shoulder. He said in a long tone of gravity:

"I have faced the same choice as you, as a person coming over, I want to say..."

"Think about it."

"Do you continue to miss the past and indulge in the pale pain until you can't extricate yourself until you mess up your life?"

"Let's say goodbye to the past, put down the burden, move forward lightly, and meet the story prepared for you with courage."

"You... what you need is not confession, not salvation, but acceptance of reality."

Merlin put away his wand and said to Lincoln, who was still there:

"I mean, if you are destined to be a stranger. Don't be pushed by that Gordon to make a decision. You are an adult, you should understand that when you do anything, you have to decide ..."

"Shake it in your own hands!"

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