Shadow of the Beautiful World

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The note that Merlin discovered was left over 300 years ago.

Calculating from time, the cane and the note of the violent warrior should be the "sage" written by the French priest. After leaving the mountain village of Lyon, he lived in Seville, Spain for more than ten years before putting it into the ruins of the church. Below, in a crypt full of medieval corpses.

Judging from the meaning of the note, the information about the cane of the Berserker might indeed have been released by the mysterious Asgardian himself. This is like a trial. It seems to be to pick out some qualities, Such as "wisdom" or "courage" people.

Indeed, from Norway to France, from France to Spain, this journey was definitely not easy in the era of more than 300 years ago. It may not be as good as the epic Odyssey in Greek legend, but it is definitely not something ordinary people can accomplish.

Merlin packed the parts of the three walking sticks into a black canvas bag. Without hesitation, he rented a car in the city and followed the road signs to the address left on the note.

In more than 300 years, there has been enough earthshaking changes in one place.

When Merlin arrived at his destination, he found nothing but a forest in front of him.

This disappointed him a little.

It seems that even the Asgard people from God Realm can't anticipate changes in time and world affairs.

He parked the car outside the forest, carried the canvas bag and stepped into the forest. In the sight of Lingshi, Meilin spent more than ten minutes and finally found it on an open space deep in the forest. In view of the traces of the house that year.

He placed the parts of the three walking sticks on the ground, leaning against the trunk next to him, so he closed his eyes and rested.

Nearly 4 hours later, at sunset, Merlin suddenly opened his eyes.

Viktor, the spirit body that has been flying in the air, shared visual information overlooking the ground with him. On the road from Seville to the forest, a speeding car was coming.

It hardly turned, rushed straight to the forest where it was.

After almost 30 minutes, the car stopped at the edge of the forest. A man in a black suit, with a felt hat, carrying a handbag, dressed like a gentleman, full of books, and wearing round glasses on his nose The old man, leaning on his cane, walked slowly towards the place where Merlin was.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

The old man, to be precise, said that the Asgard who was hiding on the earth, Elliott Randolph, put his handbag on a stone, with a trace of apology, said to Merlin leaning against the trunk :

"I have a lecture this afternoon. Although I know of your arrival, I must complete that lecture. 300 students are eager to get valuable knowledge from me, and I cannot let them down."

"It seems that you are still a respected teacher, well, a noble profession."

Merlin straightened his body. He looked at the Asgardians who were indistinguishable from other old men. He asked softly:

"But I'm curious, what class do you teach? Asgard history?"

"Well, it seems you know a lot."

The old man slowly took his glasses off the bridge of his nose. He blinked, and his blue eyes flashed a light of scrutiny. He looked at Merlin up and down. After a while, he said:

"You are a demon sorcerer, no wonder you are interested in what I left behind. Oh, almost forgot, let's introduce ourselves first, my name is Elliott Randolph, emeritus professor of history at the University of Sevier , Specializing in the study of medieval beliefs and civilizations, and is also a mystic. This name is not only my identity on earth, but also my name when I was in Asgard. What about you? Adventurer."

"My name is Merlin."

Merlin replied:

"As you said, an adventurer who is very interested in aliens."

"I mean, your profession...you don't look like an ordinary wizard."

Randolph, standing on a cane and standing 5 meters away from Merlin, said:

"Please forgive my curiosity, but I must confirm that you are capable of fulfilling my entrustment. I cannot just send someone to die, which is not in line with your morality."

"You ask about my occupation, at least you should tell me your occupation."

Merlin asked:

"I mean, your occupation when you were in Asgard, not your current disguised identity...but let me guess first, should you be a soldier? Maybe a commander or something."

"When I was in Asgard, I was a stonemason."

Randolph said frankly:

"A stonemason living in Alfheim, I am well known for his craftsmanship, and even Father Odin has heard of my work."

"Later I thought that using a warhammer to smash the enemy’s head would not be more difficult than I did stone carving, so I joined the army of Odin, when the Nine Kingdoms under the command of the God King had a serious rebellion, the Frost Giants With the aid of their artifacts, they invaded Midgart, the earth, and I followed the legion into the rebellion of the earth."

"That should have happened around 500 AD. We fought against the army of frost giants in the Nordic Plains. That battle was extremely tragic. The army of the raging warriors I was in was annihilated...When I woke up from the battlefield , The King of God has taken the army to chase the defeated Frost Giant, they left this world... and I stayed."

"This is what my story is all about."

"500 AD..."

Merlin repeated this time. After a while, he looked up and looked at Randolph. He said:

"You arrived in the small mountain village of Lyon in 1540, that is to say, you spent 1000 years in Northern Europe before you started your journey in continental Europe. I am curious, in the past 1000 years, what are you doing what?"

"Thinking very sharply, Merlin, I thought you would pay more attention to the story of Asgard, my hometown."

Dr. Randolph looked around. He pointed to the stone next to him and made a "please" gesture to Merlin. He said:

"That's a very boring and long story. If you want to listen, we'd better sit down first... You see, I'm old, and standing for a long time is very unfriendly to the old man's body."

Merlin did not refuse. He stepped forward and sat next to the old man. He took a bottle of vodka from his pocket and handed it to Dr. Randolph.

As we all know, when telling a story, you need to adjust the wine. This is the tradition!

"Um, good taste."

Dr. Randolph did not reject Merlin's goodwill. He took the wine bottle, twisted it easily, and poured a sip into his mouth. He relaxed and said to Merlin:

"Do you know the origin of the Vikings?"

"It’s not very clear, but they should be the looting civilizations rising around 800 AD. Their earliest, real large settlements should have been born earlier, around 600 AD... wait, you mean Yes, your 1000 years were spent in the Viking tribes and kingdoms?"

Merlin looked at the old professor beside him in surprise, he said:

"And the Vikings sincerely believed in the legend of priest Odin and the Nordic gods, and it was their plundering on the European continent that spread the beliefs of the Nordic gods across Europe... If you think about it carefully, the Nordic gods The conversion of the country to Catholicism seems to be in the 14th century AD, which coincides with the time when you left there."

"So, you spread the Scandinavian mythology, and you have been a **** stick in Scandinavia for those 1,000 years?"

"Who taught your history?"

Dr. Randolph was dissatisfied and said:

"Everywhere is wrong... The origin of the Nordic mythology has nothing to do with me. In the BC until the 2nd century AD, the Rainbow Bridge channel between the nine kingdoms was still connected. The Nordic mythology was originally dispatched by the **** Odin The messengers of the Nine Kingdoms spread, as for the collapse of that faith... well, I admit that I struggled against the invading Catholic faith in the 14th century, but I failed, so I left the land. "

"As for what I was doing in those 1000 years... believe me, I am definitely not just a magic stick."

The old man seemed to recall his tumultuous years. He took a sip of wine and slowly said to Merlin:

"I was then, but the ‘god’ of those tribes and kingdoms, a **** who really walks on the earth.”

"You? God?"

Merlin looked suspiciously at the old man who seemed to be able to blow down with a gust of wind. He said:

"If this is true, then the chiefs of those tribes are too easy to fool."

"You look down upon me, earthman."

Dr. Randolph extended his left hand and said to Merlin:

"Don't look at the literary spirit I'm dressing up in. This doesn't mean I won't beat you down on the ground...what do you think the Asgards are?"

Merlin didn't answer. He held out his hand and held it with Randolph's left hand. At the next moment, the two men exerted force at the same time.

Now that the dark magic is expanding and the seeds of power continue to sublime, Merlin's pure power has exceeded the strengthening limit of super soldiers. Although it has not been specifically measured, the power at the time of full power explosion will definitely not be weaker than 1.5 tons.

The problem is that at the moment when the fingers of two people were exerting force at the same time, Merlin immediately felt the pain from the bones of his hands.

He was defeated.

In an instant.

This means that the pure old man beside him, whose pure power is far above Merlin.

"Hah, do you know now?"

Watching Merlin sway his left hand, Dr. Randolph smiled proudly. He said:

"Ordinary people in Divine Realm are 3-5 times stronger than humans on earth, and their strength is far more than yours, not to mention, I am also the commander of the elite legion under the king of God. I am also a warrior. I also learned some rune magic. Although I can’t hold lightning like legend, it’s okay to release a few sparks."

"Merlin, the people of that era were very foolish. Superman's power and some tempting words are enough to make you a true "god". What's more, I live on the top of a mountain in Sweden, where the sun rises and When it fell, it defeated the entire Nordic warriors who came to challenge me for 99 consecutive days. Countless people witnessed my "miracles". They were willing to follow me in the next hundreds of years."

Speaking of which, Dr. Randolph became more distracted. He took a sip of wine and said to Merlin:

"But the game of playing "God" is actually not that fun, especially when the game lasts for nearly 1,000 years, I am very tired. Facing the incoming Catholic faith, I tried my best, but I still failed Turning the tide, on the day they announced their conversion, I left the snowy ground."

"You are right."

Randolph sighed:

"I am indeed a magical stick. In retrospect, it should be the 1,000 years I wasted. I could have completed my global trip 1,000 years in advance, but I wasted my precious time on meaningless things. ."

"Then why don't you go back to Asgard?"

Merlin asked:

"From your description, you should not be considered a deserter. I think that Odin, the **** king, should not blame you."

"For a while, Merlin, I really wanted to go back."

Dr. Randolph looked up and looked at the sky under dusk. He silently drank the wine in his hand. He said:

"But I can't go back."

"The Rainbow Bridge of Unicom is closed. From the end of the war in the 5th century AD to the present, I have only seen it open a few times, but it disappeared after only a short time."

"Something must have happened that caused God Realm to give up control of Midgart. That must be the real big event... Can you understand? Merlin, in front of such a big event, Odin will not be because of a The lost veteran specifically opened the Rainbow Bridge and picked me up."

"You don't know what happened?"

Merlin frowned and asked:

"But the French priest said that you can use the cane of the raging warrior to let him see the sight of God's domain. Are you lying to him?"

"No, I didn't deceive him."

Dr. Randolph shook his head. He said:

"I just showed him my memory, it’s not fake. But the cane of the raging warrior is the weapon of the warrior, not the weapon of the witches, it’s not so magical... Besides, in 1675, I finished After voyage around the world, after seeing the scenery of Midgart, and seeing the different civilizations bred in this world, I suddenly felt that living on earth is not an unacceptable thing."

He said to Merlin:

"When the hope of going home is slim, I chose to live in peace. Now I live well, with my own career, my own students, my own life...especially after entering the new century, your technology Development has given me a sense of witnessing the rise of another Asgard, although in my opinion, you are still very primitive."

"You mean, Asgard is actually a technological civilization?"

Merlin asked with interest.

Dr. Randolph nodded. He said:

"We are a civilization that develops together with technology and magic. It is a very advanced civilization in the entire universe. Well, enough gossip, Merlin, I have confirmed that you can complete my entrustment."

He looked at Merlin, he said seriously:

"If necessary and appropriate, send me a message."

"To whom?"

Merlin asked.

"To my son in Asgard."

Randolph said:

"His name is Scole... the son of the stonemason."

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