Shadow of the Beautiful World

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Butler felt he had a dream.

A dream full of pain.

The chaotic and disordered memory rolled in his mind, as if sinking into the deep sea, above the floating current, only a faint light of chaos could be seen. Like a frozen person, the incomprehensible weightlessness wrapped around his soul, and in the paralysis of suffocation, he quickly fell into the darkest abyss.

He wanted to call for help, but he couldn't call it out.

He wanted to struggle but couldn't move even one finger.

He could only let that kind of dark force wrap around him, that kind of cold coldness like the skin of a snake, tightening his neck little by little.

This is a nightmare.

A nightmare that will most likely not have an end.

His memory stayed at the moment when he drank the potion given to him by the wizard with the crow mask. He only remembered an unbearable pain.

Maybe the experiment failed, maybe he was already dead, maybe this is hell.

A **** that only belongs to the betrayer and the wicked.

Maybe this is the punishment he deserves, the things he did in the past, those sins, like the collapsed mountains, can not escape, can not escape, this is the trial...

"Hi."

At the next moment, Gattler suddenly felt a pair of cold hands on his face, the clear touch from the material world, like a beacon guiding the return of the soul, suddenly lit up in front of him.

Like a call to go home, Butler tried to open his eyes in the direction where the sound came. Between the vagueness, he saw standing in front of him, holding a glass of water, and watching from the top His Merlin.

"Are you all right, John?"

Merlin looked at the old cowboy in front of him and said:

"You were yelling...was it a nightmare?"

"water!"

Butler almost subconsciously grabbed the water glass in Merlin's hand and sipped the cool water.

The cold liquid flowed through the dried throat, like a heavy rain moisturizing the dried ground, and made him groan comfortably. He had never felt like drinking water is a rare luxury.

"Continued Cup!"

He raised his head and handed the cup to Merlin, who held his arms and looked at him playfully:

"If you want to drink water, pour it yourself. Butler, the kettle is next to it. You are not a weak patient. Why should I take care of you?"

"I..."

Butler instinctively wanted to refute, but the next moment, he felt the abnormality of his body.

He reached out and touched his lower back. In the direction of the kidney on the left, the metal life support that had been embedded in the flesh had disappeared, and a real flesh was replaced.

There is temperature and touch, and when pressed gently, the nerve will pass the strange sense of oppression into his mind.

The fatal old injury left over ten years ago was recovered.

"The experiment was successful?"

It took a few minutes for Gattler to raise his head, his eyes shone with ecstasy that could not be concealed, and he looked at Merlin:

"The wizards, saved me alive?"

"You saved yourself."

Merlin took a mirror from the bed and handed it to Gattler. He said:

"My wizard friend said that your will is firm and your luck is good. The mutation test has achieved incredible good results on you. But I should have told you before that this experiment has some sequelae."

"Well, I remember."

Gattler took the mirror. He placed it in front of his eyes carelessly, looking at himself in the mirror.

What reflected in the mirror was his face. The mutation test reshaped his body. It seemed to make him several years younger, and now he looks like a 30-year-old.

But on this face, there is an obvious change that cannot be ignored.

His eyes.

The brownish-gray eyes turned into yellow pupils, and there was a thin pupil in the eyes, just like the cat's eyes. Butler also found that with Merlin's movement, his pupils were still expanding and shrinking under the change of light, just like a real cat.

"Uh, something weird."

Butler doesn't care about his changes.

He is a man who crawled out of **** once. For him, the existence of life itself does not change its essence because of these small changes. Healthy life itself is the most important.

He sat up on the bed and moved his body, feeling the explosive power from his body. He clenched his fists like a gymnast warming up, moving every joint in the body. The sounds that sounded from his body seemed to represent that he hadn't had such a smooth movement for a long time.

"Great."

Gattler put his hands in his waist, just like a middle-aged and old man, and dumped his body backwards. After a while, he looked at the sunset outside the window and let out a sigh.

"It's like dreaming."

He looked back at Merlin. He was very sincere and said without a trace of hypocrisy:

"Thank you, Merlin, really, sincerely, thank you."

He looked at Merlin's eyes, and he said very seriously:

"I will repay you! I swear!"

"Don't hurry to thank me first, the mutation test is indeed done, but there are some follow-up things I need to tell you."

Merlin waved his hand. He stood up and said to Gattler:

"follow me."

Merlin took Butler down the stairs and onto the lawn of his home. In the light of the setting sun, he took out two training wooden swords from his pocket and threw one of them to Butler.

The old cowboy took it and waved decently. He carried the wooden sword and looked at Merlin. He said:

"Why? Boy Merlin, is he finally coming to challenge his predecessors?"

"Do not."

Merlin raised the wooden sword and put on the sword dance, he said:

"I have to let you use this new body as soon as possible, Gattler, it's a very serious thing... don't you want to accidentally pinch her wrist?"

"You bastard!"

Gattler scolded, he said:

"You should call Liv sister."

"It means you understand."

There was a smile on Merlin's mouth, he said:

"You may not understand the meaning of the extraordinary body, but it does not matter, you will understand it soon. Are you ready?"

Gattler put the wooden sword on his chest and put on a defensive posture. He said:

"Come!"

"Uh"

Merlin's wrist turned, and the wooden sword made a precise trajectory in the air, and fell towards Gattler, blocked by the old cowboy with a wooden sword. But this is only the first blow. For the sword dance that emphasizes attack speed and skill, the first blow is blocked, which means that the subsequent storms are coming.

Between the turning of Merlin's body, the wooden sword in his hand also cut a diagonal arc, just like the waves of the storm. Under the rapid change, the wooden sword in the hands of Gattler also changed its direction. Trying to block the second blow again, but unfortunately, as an agent who is more familiar with firearms, Gattler's swordsmanship can only be said to be not bad, but it is slightly worse than the real mastery.

"Snapped"

Merlin's wooden sword hit Gartler's shoulder, making him feel a tingling pain, and then his arms, chest, waist, thighs, and neck.

Less than 2 seconds later, Gattler wasted a few steps in Merlin's sword dance wasted, which was able to avoid the violent storm of sword dance.

"That won't work, Butler."

Merlin stopped at the same place, and the wooden sword in his hand once again showed the starting style of sword dance. He said:

"With your perception, don’t just like a reckless beast and just think about counterattack... I mean, your eyes, your ears, your senses, you can hear the sound of the wind, you can see the sword You can even smell the smell that erupts when the grass under the feet is trampled.

"The mutation test you accepted is a continuation of the ancient heritage. You must understand it in the shortest time and be familiar with it."

"We can replace this fighting sword with books."

Butler rubbed his sore wrist and said to Merlin:

"Or give me a gun, let's compare and shoot."

"No, Butler, you still don't understand."

Merlin's expression became serious:

"You can already see'they' without any external force, which means they can see you too...I don't want to hear of you being attacked and hospitalized the next day after sending you back to Europe ."

"they?"

Gattler heard a hint of admonishment from Merlin's words, and his expression became more serious. He asked:

"Who are they?"

"Demons who sneak into the world, ghosts looking for prey, or high-level vampires wandering the world, dangerous creatures that are invisible to the naked eye..."

Merlin says:

"Not all aliens can be solved with guns, and not all aliens are so weak. Butler, now whether you want it or not, you have stepped into their world. In that cruel world, you can only Choose two identities, either prey or hunter..."

"You mean, these eyes?"

Pointer pointed at his cat's eyes whose eyes became very slender in the sun. He said:

"This is what you said, is the trouble caused by conversion?"

"Not just."

Merlin sighed in relief and said softly:

"In addition to agents, you have to learn to accept your new identity...you have to learn to become a demon hunter."

"Hunter?"

Gattler moved his shoulders, and a smile of interest appeared on his face:

"It sounds very interesting, I have a hunch, this will be a great experience, so, then you are my instructor? His Excellency Merlin."

"At this time, call me... tutor!"

Merlin stepped forward, almost exactly the same way of attacking.

"Snapped"

The first sword was blocked.

"Snapped"

The second sword was blocked.

"Snapped"

The third sword was blocked.

Gatler held the sword alone, his breathing became slightly heavier, the pupils in his eyes also became wider, his ears vibrated slightly, as Merlin said, after consciously mobilizing the power in the body For the first time, his senses of the demon hunter were activated, a world more vivid than ever before, at this moment in front of Gattler.

More real, clearer and more nuanced, just like advancing into another real world.

Even Merlin's mysterious swordsmanship seemed to become slow.

It's like...it's like the whole world is in slow motion at this moment. Gattler even had a feeling that as long as he was ready, he could even easily avoid the bullets, even reaching for the flying bullets.

"It's not difficult."

The old cowboy said softly:

"Are you going to the second stage of training?"

"Do not."

Merlin responded, and the sword dance started again, and this time, the wooden sword fell more than three times faster than before.

Just found a little confident Gattler, almost instantaneously, was hit 4 times by the wooden sword, between the unbalanced footsteps, the whole person fell to the ground in awkwardness.

"Sword Skill Training...Now, officially start!"

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Four hours later, in the early evening, the bare-chested Gattler sat on the lawn of Merlin's house, holding a tube of latex-like potion, and wiped it on his blue and red skin.

Merlin was sitting next to him, holding a bottle of wine in his hand, feeling the wind in the night, and looking at the stars in the sky.

"You bastard, you can't do anything."

The old cowboy complained:

"I don't even know, when you still have such a powerful sword technique, when did you learn it?"

"Not long ago, I learned from an old man."

Merlin took a thing out of his pocket and put it in front of Gattler. It was like a special card with some weird patterns on it.

"what is this?"

Butler asked curiously.

"Quent brand."

Merlin shuffled to Jatler while adeptly shuffling:

"To be a good demon hunter, combat skills, alchemy, and magic seals are important, but an exquisite card skill is also important. In the circle of demon hunters, the Kunt card can convey a lot of information, if you If you want to make friends quickly in this circle, then learning Quint is a very good way."

"Uh, it sounds weird."

Gattler picked up a card and put it in front of him. He looked at Merlin who shuffled. He hesitated for a few seconds and then said softly:

"Are you still following the dangerous guys?"

"Ok."

Merlin nodded. He put a stack of cards in front of Gattler. He said:

"It's been quite smooth recently. I killed one of their top executives. It should be a faction...but those guys have many factions. Maybe I killed the only weakest one."

"You can't do it alone."

Butler picked up his hand and looked a little clumsily at the description of those cards. He said:

"Ferry is very qualified as a backup. He can always find the news you need from everywhere, but he is not good at fighting, and he is a big fan, and he is seen by everybody in every move. Merlin, you need some trusted helpers."

"Ok?"

Hearing this, Merlin looked up and looked at Gattler. He said:

"what do you mean..."

"Let me help you."

Gartler threw a card, he said:

"You trust me almost unconditionally and give me a life...I have to do something for you."

"This..."

Merlin said hesitantly:

"You have a wife and a family, I can't just..."

"Do not be silly."

Gattler laughed and said:

"Liv has Meiwa blood, so she won't be a woman at home. I meet with her less and more often. I'm alone most of the time. And I can help you collect some news in Europe, Most importantly, no one knows that I am already on your side."

"Remember what you learned during agent training?"

"At any time, there must be a hole card."

Gattler said to Merlin:

"I am your card!"

"Then...okay."

Merlin took a deep breath and said:

"Then come together and be a snake catcher!"

"Ding"

At this moment, if there was a non-existent sound, it sounded in Merlin's ear, like a dice flipping to the ground, he looked around, trying to find the source of the sound, this action was by Butler Captured, the old cowboy asked:

"what happened?"

"It's nothing."

Merlin rubbed his forehead and said:

"Keep playing cards..."

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