Shadow of the Beautiful World

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"Mystical knowledge."

When Merlin saw Zatana appear here, he felt a headache.

Recently, the relationship between Merlin and Ruiwen is not particularly good, because of Elsa’s affairs, Ruiwen should not be able to help her like before, without Ruiwen’s assistance, Merlin’s knowledge at the mystic level is completely insufficient to deal with Zatana who learns quickly.

Every time this Miss Magician appears, her research on the power of mysticism will go deeper. Perhaps, as Rui Wen said, everyone has talents and has their own areas of expertise. The area of ​​expertise is probably the release of magic power.

As far as Merlin knows, Zathana, who was born in the magic family, is not only good at mysterious side magic, she also has a deep research on orthodox magic.

"Yes, some details."

Zatana nodded to Merlin, but she was also somewhat guilty.

She didn't need to ask Merlin for knowledge. The reason she came to the mystery house was straightforward and simple.

In order to find the whereabouts of her father, she had an agreement with the dark parchment parchment, completed three solitudes with Merlin within one year, and an in-depth exchange.

But now that there are only a few days left in the year, she has only been alone with Merlin once.

The magic closed loop on her arm has been affecting the efficiency of casting spells with the passage of time. This seems to be a warning. It is urging her not to be illusory and hurry to honor the agreement.

"Sorry, Zatana."

Merlin hesitated for a few seconds, then said frankly:

"I may not be able to help you this time. I am working on a very complex super-order magic. I must devote myself to it. Any distractions may cause my understanding of this super-order magic to be biased. "

"Super magic?"

Zatana is not an ignorant person, she is very aware of the affairs and power represented by super magic, so she immediately answered:

"It's okay, Mr. Merlin, I'm a little too reckless and came here without notifying you in advance..."

"However, all come, maybe we can talk about other things."

Zatana's hands were tangled in the back, she said to Merlin:

"I feel that you are in a bad mood, Mr. Merlin, do you have any troubles? Maybe, you can find someone who will not reveal the secret."

Miss Magician breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at Merlin and she said:

"Don't look at me as a stage magician. I was a candidate in college but psychology... Although I don't have a formal license, I think that if you encounter mental and emotional difficulties, maybe I can help."

"You need to know that for a caster like us, the mental state is still very important, it will affect many things. And in the category of mysticology, a person's mental state often determines a person's fortune. , You and I have done some research on this."

Zatana seems to have found the feeling. With goodwill, she said to Merlin:

"I mean, if there is a problem that is not solved, and the problem is left to exist, then with the improvement of power, the inner haze can easily become a more terrible thing... We are after all a spellcaster, and our spirits must It is stronger than ordinary people, and in some cases, it can affect reality."

"OK then."

Merlin hesitated for a moment, he nodded. He thought that Zatana said something very reasonable, so he said to Zatana:

"Then ask for advice from professionals."

"Well, yes."

Zatana's eyes lit up. She pointed to the sofa beside her and said to Merlin:

"Then please lie here and relax a bit, we can have conversation therapy first... Well, maybe we can go step by step and divide into two or more conversations to find the source of the problem and then solve it."

Miss Magician's eyes rolled, and she said seriously:

"If talk therapy doesn’t work, then maybe we need to do a deep hypnosis... believe me, Mr. Merlin, hypnosis sounds dangerous, but in fact, it is often used by psychologists. A means."

She glanced at the second floor of the mysterious house, where it was empty, but Zatana knew that Xuan Lan must be looking at her somewhere.

But Xuan Lanming knew she had a secret, but did not come forward to stop it, which probably explained her acquiescence.

"In-depth communication at the physical or psychological level... is there more suitable than hypnosis?"

This idea flashed through Miss Magician's mind. At this moment, she suddenly felt that she was too clever!

Under her guidance, Merlin lay on the sofa, his hands folded on his abdomen, he looked at Zatana, he said:

"can we start?"

"Well, of course."

Zatana sat on the sofa next to her. She took the pen and black notebook from her magic pocket, tilted her legs, and then brushed her long black hair, looking professional.

She looked at Merlin and she said:

"Let’s start with a simple level. I am a doctor and you are a patient, so you don’t need to hide from me... Merlin, let’s talk about your past first, I need to know about the past... don’t need to worry about me Will leak."

She seriously said to Merlin:

"After the treatment is over, you can use the oblivion spell to wash away my memory, which will not reveal your secret."

"Ok."

Merlin closed his eyes. There were some things that had been hidden in his heart for too long, and he really needed to find an opportunity to talk about it.

Isn’t there a good saying? Find someone to share the pressure, the pressure will be reduced by half.

"My birth was accompanied by a disaster..."

Merlin closed his eyes, he relaxed, and began to tell Zatana her past. Zatana listened attentively, writing from time to time in her notebook.

In addition to finding a way to travel promises, in fact, Zatana is also a person who likes to listen to stories.

Merlin's story was obviously very exciting, and soon attracted her attention.

On the second floor of the mysterious house, the figure of Xuan Lan appeared silently in the shadow of the stairs. She looked at Merlin who was talking about her past unreservedly, and Zatana, who was immersed in the story. Xuan Lan shook his head oddly.

She turned and walked back to her room, and at the moment she closed the door, she whispered:

"Some stupid girl..."

"Just like moths fighting fire, then...playing fire and burning yourself."

"Master Da Vinci, I have persuaded your great-great-great-great-great-granddaughter, but unfortunately, she did not take my warning, so no matter what happens later, it has nothing to do with me."

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While Merlin and Zatana performed the "talk therapy" at the psychological level, in another place in the human world, to be precise, in a private mansion in Washington, a slightly weird calling ceremony was taking place. In progress.

Several shady, very dark wizards dressed up around a hospital bed are casting some kind of curse similar to a cult ritual.

On the hospital bed in front of them, there was an expressionless, weak female patient.

This is an ordinary person who became a vegetative a few years ago. Her family has abandoned her. She is facing a miserable end, but at the moment when she is about to be thrown out by the hospital, a charitable foundation helps her.

Helped her to pay off the medical expenses, and then helped her to be transferred to the hospital. Now, this poor man who has no one cares, appeared at the scene where the magic was released. Her body will be used as a container to carry A soul about to return from the dead world.

"Click"

Along with the low and horrifying chants of the dark wizards, the cold wind blew up in this dim basement, which was mixed with a weeping wailing enough to scare ordinary people into urine pants, just like a road leading to The door to **** is being opened as well.

Soon, a slender slender soul appeared slowly in the cold magic wind, her face was grim, just like the legendary ghost, she turned around the hospital bed in the ritual center twice, and then in other With the assistance of the black wizards, little by little attached to the vegetative.

"Click"

There was another weird soft sound, and the vegetative who had been in a coma for several years slowly raised his hand and made a "stop" action.

The black wizards' spellcasting stopped immediately.

They leaned aside in awe with respect, waiting for the leader to wake up.

In the category of occultism, there is a unique connection between spirit and flesh. Unless the spirit is strong enough to allow the soul to exist alone, even for the black wizards, it is necessary to realize the play and remodeling of the soul and the body , Is not so easy.

But there are always exceptions.

A few minutes later, in the dim basement, the vegetative reached out with difficulty and pulled the syringe off her wrist. She used her muscle-shrinked arms to prop up her body, leaning slowly against the head of the bed.

A wizard immediately handed her a cup of viscous, green mucus-like potion. The latter took it, raised his head, and drank the disgusting liquid.

"call..."

She took a breath.

This potion seemed to moisturize her dry soul, and she soon recovered to the point where she could move and talk.

She looked up and saw the red skull octopus emblem on the wall opposite her, which made her snort quite dissatisfied. Then she looked down at her body again, and a moment later, with strong dissatisfaction, she said in a hoarse voice like tearing the cloth:

"Poor magic induction, weak physical fitness, even running...why don't you just take a doll as my new body? Can't you find a better body?"

"Don't blame them, my dear lady."

A voice rang from the side of Madam Hydra who had just recovered. She turned her head and found that there was a special communicator on the bedside table, and a familiar voice was ringing from the communicator.

"Our enemies are watching us, they are sensitive and dangerous, and they are always ready to pierce the sword into our chests, so we must act in a low profile. This poor Ms. Larson, we can already find, The person who best meets your requirements."

"She's... well, how do you say that word? Muggle? Ma chicken? Or dumb cannon?"

The voice that made Lady Hydra feel familiar said ridiculously:

"Sorry, I'm not a wizard. I don't understand these titles with a strong sense of distinction and irony. In fact, I think these things need to be eliminated in the new order."

"Enough, "Speaker"!"

Madam Hydra waved her hands in disgust, and her most loyal subordinates quickly left the basement. After they left, Madam Hydra picked up the communicator and hung it on her ears with some difficulty, and she lay back On the hospital bed, it seems that he intends to sleep with his eyes closed.

She was killed by Merlin on a desert island in the Caribbean a few years ago, and her soul wandered in the world of death for a long time before she could feel the call. She is really tired now, and this body is a dumb cannon, she may It takes a long time to recover to the casting ability as before.

The worst thing is that that failure caused Madam Hydra to lose the most important things.

The Dark Book...

The book that gave her strength has abandoned her and may have found another master, which is really disappointing.

"Enough, Pierce..."

Mrs. Hydra, um, call her "Larson", this is the name of her second life.

Larson lowered his voice and said in an impatient tone:

"Pierce, you brought me back at this time, certainly not to talk to me about class and irony. I know that you Hydra are unreliable! You only think of me when you need me. ,Right?"

"Don't be so angry, ma'am."

At the other end of the communicator, Lord Pierce was attending a cocktail party organized by celebrities. While holding a glass of wine, he smiled and lifted an old friend, then turned around and said softly:

"In the past few years, not only have you suffered bad luck and blows, many people have died, or have fled. The person who killed you has already killed many of our peers, he and Ph.D. The combination of Rui even forced us to push into the shadows."

"I don't want to save you, really, but I also need to protect myself first."

Pierce took a sip of wine and walked slowly to the balcony. He looked at the dark night before him and said softly:

"He is a keen, the best and the best hunter. His eyes are all over the east coast. Any clues may be noticed by him. But fortunately, we still found the opportunity."

"Oh?"

Mrs. Larson said playfully:

"Are you going to fight back?"

"Ok."

Pierce stood alone in the quietest part of the reception. He carried the glass and whispered:

"You can't hide forever, listen to me, I have a plan..."

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