Shadow of the Beautiful World

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At midnight, Merlin stepped out of his burning fireplace.

He carried a black box filled with various alchemy materials. In his pocket, he was filled with the spell he had just transcribed. Although he couldn't find a powerful soul-protecting spell, Merlin barely returned to the original exchange.

He copied a lot of mantras from the wizard’s library, enough to make him “full” in the next few years.

Merlin put the transcribed spells in the crate in the basement, and then began to fiddle with the bottles and jars. He was dealing with the alchemy materials he had just gotten. Those materials were tedious and complicated. It seemed that Merlin was going to make a complex potion.

In fact, this is indeed the case.

A few years ago, he found the method of making Animagus potions from Death Eater Bellatrix, but he has never been able to find the materials to make this complex potion.

This is very natural. As a very high-level spell in Transfiguration, as a permanent type of Transfiguration spell, it should be complicated and difficult to make.

To be honest, this ability does not bring Merlin combat effectiveness or self-protection ability, but it is very important and useful for the nature of Merlin's work.

Ms. McGonagall's little cat turned out to be unbreakable for Merlin, which proves that the effect of the transformation spell is indeed amazing.

But to be honest, Merlin only felt the real tricky factor when he actually started making this potion.

It's not that how difficult it is to make potions. Now Merlin is also a skilled potion maker. The main problem is that some of the potion production steps are annoying.

Just like the first step.

It requires Merlin to have a carefully selected, single leaf of Mandela grass in his mouth for a full month.

During this process, the leaves must not be damaged.

And at no time should you swallow the leaves or take them out of your mouth. Once Merlin does this, the entire process must be restarted.

This is a very tormenting process, which means that Merlin must remain silent to the maximum extent within a month, and this is only the first step.

Fortunately, in the face of such a situation where silence must be maintained, Merlin has a substitute.

He put the washed leaves of Mandela grass under his tongue, which smelled like cool mint, and then took out an alchemy product he made a few months ago from the drawer.

It was a silver pendant with eccentric round holes. Between the waves, the wind passed through the round holes and made a whistle-like sound.

But this is not a whistle.

Merlin wrapped the pendant around his wrist. After a few coughs and his mouth didn't move, his voice rang from the pendant on his wrist.

"This is really torture."

The voice was not very clear, like a cold, somewhat chaotic. But there is no problem for daily communication.

This is a "voice generator", some wizards will call it "external tongue" or "second tongue", it was originally prepared for the wizards who can not speak, and was later used in some weird places.

For example, some black wizards will carry a sound generator with them, this is to avoid being affected by the silence spell, they can not use magic to fight back.

Under water, or in a vacuum space where the air is evacuated, wizards can also use sound generators to communicate with each other.

Merlin sat in a chair while holding Mandela grass in his mouth, and began to prepare the remaining materials.

To become Animagus, it takes eight stages, and the materials used in each stage are different. Merlin must prepare all the materials in advance. This is a long and complicated project, not a day. It will be ready.

Fortunately, after experiencing the vampire war, Merlin should have a long period of leisure, he has enough time to prepare.

While waiting for the medicine in the crucible to melt, Merlin, who was idle, picked up a piece of paper on his hand, and he looked at the "Wishing Curse" recorded on the paper. Although this spell had marked a very high failure rate, Merlin I feel that I still need to give it a try.

After all, this spell looks quite interesting...

He pulled out his wand, and the sound generator wrapped around his wrist simulated the sound of Merlin's mantra. As the wrist turned, the dark red magic was injected into the wand. Before the light gleamed, Merlin used the wishing spell for the first time.

"AccioWanting! (Wishing Curse)"

"Uh"

In the flash of light, a weird thing seemed to appear out of thin air and jumped into Merlin's hands.

He lowered his wand, frowned, and looked at what was in his hand.

It was a black, silky, hollowed-out, light and comfortable to touch, similar to clothing. Merlin put the thing under his nostrils and sniffed it gently. He could smell a familiar smell on the thing.

If he remembered correctly, it should have been smelled once a year ago, a special perfume smell.

"Lingdie's pajamas..."

Merlin looked at the black silk pajamas in his hands, crying and laughing.

No wonder that the wizards are behind the book of the wishing mantra, and they all give it a bad rating. So this is the reason...

Is this spell funny?

"It should be Carol's pajamas..."

Merlin spit out with a sounder. He wanted to throw the pajamas into the trash, but after thinking about it, he took it, walked into the room, and threw it into the washing machine.

Merlin leaned against the outer wall of his yard. In the light of the calm and bright moonlight, he raised his head and looked at the stars above his head.

Maybe it was because the distance was too far, maybe it was not true love between him and Carol. In short, although the result of this wishing mantra was funny, it also unexpectedly broke a certain entanglement in Merlin's heart.

Perhaps, the feelings between him and Carol are more of the same disease to hug the group to warm... It is the emotion of helping each other under the influence of alcohol, breaking through the shackles of reason.

"Maybe, it's time to let go."

He wanted to light a cigarette, but Merlin eventually gave up the idea, considering the Mandela grass in his mouth.

With his hands in his trouser pockets, under the moonlight, he said softly:

"Everyone can see me alone, and even Samuel started to care about my private life...it's too bad. Maybe, it's time to find a girlfriend."

He took the phone out of his pocket and looked at the phone in the address book that he hadn't made in eight years. Eventually, Merlin pressed the call button.

After a few seconds of waiting, the familiar, lazy voice appeared in Merlin's ear.

"Hello? Who are you? Calling at this time, do you owe it?"

"Miss Lingdie, this is Merlin."

The sound from the sounder echoed in the microphone of the mobile phone, Merlin said in this special way:

"Still remember me?"

"Oh, Mr. 5 million, I remember."

The female maid across the line immediately came to her mind, and she asked:

"Are you calling to hire me?"

"I remember you said..."

Merlin says:

"Be friends with you, ten thousand dollars a day, right?"

"Correct."

Lingdie said:

"Ten thousand a day, no bargain!"

"Ok."

Merlin probably calculated the balance in his bank card, and he said to Lingdie:

"Then come for a day first, find an old friend for a drink, is that alright?"

"Okay."

There was no hesitation in Lingdie's side, and he agreed with a sip. But she reminded:

"Just be friends, I mean, if you want to do something else...additional money is required."

"Relax, just friends."

Merlin replied:

"I don't mean anything else, at least not now. Where are you now? I'll go find you."

"Well, Las Vegas, at my house, I was on vacation recently."

In a casino far away from New York, Lingdie, who was lying lazy on the bed, reported an address. She stood up lazily and planned to clean up the room to receive the "friend" who had not been in contact for years.

But at the moment Lingdie stood up from the bed, with the sudden twist of the light in the room, Merlin appeared in front of her in such a way.

Even for well-informed female maids, this way of playing is too surprising.

The most terrible thing is...

A woman who lives alone and has an informal personality. When she is alone at home, she usually dresses up...well, it is more casual.

"what!"

Lingdie screamed, her hands covered her chest, and shouted to Merlin:

"Turn it! Damn it! Is it great to be a teleporter? Can you just break into someone else's house so casually? You are too rude! Add money! Today's 20,000!"

"Uh, okay."

Merlin admired the butterfly's perfect figure, and then turned obediently.

Behind him, Lingdie quickly put on his clothes. After a few years, the female maid was still the same as before, almost the same as the image in Merlin's memory.

There is really no difference at all, as if time stopped flowing in her.

Merlin still remembered that Lingdie had said that she had lived a long time, and it seemed that she also belonged to the category of "old monster".

"Here, it's messy."

Merlin frowned, looking at the messy bedroom in front of him. Various clothes were thrown casually on the ground, as well as wrapping paper for finished snacks, several shattered cups, and a full ashtray.

Looking at these things in front of him, Merlin suddenly realized that Lingdie might not be as perfect as he remembered.

Memory always instinctively modifies those old people. The longer the time, the more perfect the image of those old friends. In fact, they are also people, and they also have shortcomings.

"Scourgify! (Cleaning Charm)"

"Reparo! (Repair Curse)"

Merlin shook his wand, and in the infusion of magic power, it was like a pair of invisible hands sweeping through the luxurious mansion of the spirit butterfly. The scattered garbage and broken containers were all sorted out at a rapid rate.

The stains on the clothes were cleaned, and then hung in the closet, the scattered garbage was thrown into the trash can, the dust on the carpet was also washed away, and finally the full ashtray was also taken care of.

A few minutes later, she changed a long skirt and sorted her hair. Lady Lingdie walked out of the bathroom and saw a brand new room, as if cleaned by the best housekeeping.

She was so clean that she couldn't settle her feet.

"Oh, so, are you a wizard now?"

Lingdie stood with her arms on her hips and stood behind Merlin. She said with a little surprise:

"I knew that your fellow's life would not be that simple. When you were very weak, someone would spend 5 million to save you... It seems that the 5 million spent is worth it, right? "

The two haven't seen each other in 8 years, but unexpectedly, after the meeting, there was not much alienation between the two.

This is probably because Merlin is an emotional person, and Lingdie, her slightly indulgent character determines that she is not the kind of person who will be changed by time.

"It's very worthwhile. If you don't have that day, you won't be me now."

Merlin turned around, he closed his mouth and smiled, but he echoed in the room with emotion, he looked at Lingdie and asked:

"How have you been in the past few years? Is everything going well?"

"Weird guy."

Lingdie glanced at Merlin. She reached out and plucked her hair, and said boredly:

"That's it, take the task non-stop, make money, spend money, and then take the task again... The whole world runs, occasionally taking a vacation. You came fairly timely, I will fly to Europe tomorrow , Just got a job."

After talking, Lingdie looked at the time. She picked up the red handbag on the table and said to Merlin:

"Go."

"Huh? What are you doing?"

Merlin asked doubtfully.

"Go drink."

Lingdie said:

"Don't you come to me for a drink? I know there is a good bar nearby. I am very dedicated. If you spend the money, I will naturally fulfill my promise, shall I not?"

"I don't like places that are crowded, just drink it here."

Merlin reached out and took out two bottles of amber wine from his pocket and shook the spirit butterfly. He said with a sounder:

"The rum of 1873, I bought it from the wizard, would you like to try it?"

"Yo, good taste."

Lingdie grinned, she threw away her handbag, turned around, took out two goblets from the wine cabinet, and placed it on the delicate white coffee table.

Merlin waved his hand and the lights in the room went out. At the next moment, four dark red **** of light were thrown into the air by him, and the room was illuminated with dim lights. He took two candles from his pocket and put them in Lit on the table.

In just a moment, the atmosphere in the room became quiet, and the rose fragrance released when the candle burned gave the room embellished with light a hint of vagueness.

"sit down."

Merlin was a gentleman who opened the chair for the Lingdie. The latter was also very lady-like in the chair. Merlin was sitting on the other side. He picked up the wine bottle and poured wine for the two.

"Ding"

Between the soft sounds of the collision of the wine glasses, the mellow wine came into the mouth.

When old friends meet, what kind of sparks will there be between the two in this late night?

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