The Death Knell

"Leave it to you, Naughty Master, I need to know all the information in his mind."

Su Ming unpacked his cloak and handed the Wind Demon to Merlin. As for why he was still called the Naughty Master, it was because from the current point of view, it was better to pretend not to know anything.

At least in the absence of the Ancient One Master, there is no benefit in being too actively involved in magical things at the level of the almighty universe.

However, the search for the whereabouts of Ancient One had to be put on the agenda again. Su Ming believed that Ancient One knew about Merlin's affairs, but said nothing and left the explosion to Deathstroke. This was a bit strange.

Merlin didn't see what Su Ming was thinking. He touched his beard, as if he was looking at ingredients, and scanned Feng Mo up and down with bright eyes.

The wind demon wanted to escape in elemental form, but was immediately wrapped up like a rice dumpling by dozens of Settorak red ribbons. The old mage's casting speed was so fast that it seemed as if any magic was at his fingertips.

"Don't even think about running away. From now on, your lifelong experiment number will be 10086. Just follow me, Jie Jie..."

Merlin smiled strangely and dragged the wind demon away. Before leaving, he did not forget to say back that the information would be sent to him immediately.

Charles shuddered. Fortunately, the old mage had no intention of experimenting on mutants, otherwise he would always feel that he was in danger.

He actually didn't know that Merlin's experiments on mutants were almost complete on No. 9527. Sinister's superpowers were extremely comprehensive, and the natural experiment directions were also very wide.

"My travels will start here in London. Mr. Wilson, I'm leaving." Charles pointed in the direction of the door and asked tentatively.

Su Ming nodded, took out a stack of dollars from his pocket and handed it to the little bald head: "Be careful when you go out, call when you run out of money, and that side is not the door, that side is the toilet, Naughty Master's prank, The door is on the other side.”

After saying that, he pointed in the opposite direction of Charles, where there was another door.

"Uh, thank you." Charles took the money, sighed helplessly, lowered his head and walked away.

The magician's territory is like a maze. The New York Temple is okay. Charles also passed by it when he came here. The black archmage there is named Master White. The entire temple is in order, although there are many unknown places leading to it. The doors are like nesting dolls inside one another, but at least they are still within the understandable range.

But the London Temple is like the inside of a Rubik's Cube. Under the magnificent appearance, these rooms, stairs and even doors are all constantly changing, as if they are completely different every moment.

Sometimes you remember that behind the door is the living room, but behind the door is the kitchen or the dungeon. Sometimes you're standing on the stairs and the stairs suddenly start to move, docking to a place you didn't intend to go. Sometimes the room is even turned upside down, and the furnishings and other people in the room are stuck to the ceiling like anti-gravity.

Charles felt that he might not get along with things like magic. His thinking was too rational and it was difficult to understand those mysterious and mysterious things.

Seeing Charles walk away in despair, Shirley crossed her arms and sat on the sofa nearby: "What should we do next?"

"Now that Magneto's matter is over, I used the condition of avenging him in exchange for him taking the blame for Monaco and Steve. Charles didn't want anything, so I gave him money, which is considered a fair deal. .The next thing is my own business, find the root of the hatred, kill him, empty his family fortune as the price for disturbing my vacation."

Su Ming also sat on the sofa, picked up the teapot on the table next to him and shook it. It was empty, there was no sound of water, but there was a child-like laughter, like being tickled.

"Hahahaha......"

He put the teapot back in its place expressionlessly, took out the wine bottle from his small bag, and handed Parham and Shirley a bottle of beer each.

Ciri rolled her eyes. Deathstroke was probably the only one who could remain so calm when faced with such a weird prank.

"So where is he?" she asked.

"Anyway, he abandoned the moon base. I'll just let the aliens take over it from now on. As for where Mustache is now, we have two clues. One is from Howard's side, looking for the production location based on the remains of the robot. .The other one is Feng Mo. If his master Black Heart has some kind of deal with the Führer, then they must have some kind of transaction channel."

Parham drank half of his wine, and then he fed the remaining half to his horse with one arm. Watching the black horse gulp down the remaining wine, he smiled and rubbed its neck with his arm:

"Since Black Heart and the devil are involved, then I am also responsible. Leave those half-human and half-demon warlocks you mentioned to me."

"That's fine, but I think that the last time we fought against the Führer, his robot chose to self-destruct. This behavior is very similar to the Japanese style. At the same time, he took out a giant sea monster before, and Steve and Peggy also Being imprisoned at the bottom of the sea means that the U Demon is still cooperating with him. These are the other two clues, but there is no need to follow them, just keep an eye on the mustache."

Su Ming leaned on the sofa and explained the plan to the two of them. Parham really had to be brought with him. Neither he nor Ciri had the means to attack elements and souls. Ghost Rider could make up for this shortcoming.

Besides, last time Su Ming borrowed the Ghost Rider from Mephisto, there was no time limit for the loan, right?

So as long as you don't pay it back, it means you can always borrow it...

"Then we just sit and wait like this?" Xili turned the bottle in her hand, she couldn't sit still.

No matter what she is investigating, she is very impatient, that's just her personality.

Su Ming shrugged. Merlin said he would give the news later, so it would be soon, so he took out a stack of small cards from his pocket and slapped them on the table next to him.

"How about a game of Gwent?"

Xili pursed her lips and turned to look in the direction of the door. Gwent was not fun at all. Who wants to play cards? !

.............................

The results of the interrogation came out. When Merlin returned to the reception room, he found Deathstroke and others dragging a coffee table over and sitting on the carpet playing mahjong for three people.

"Okay, Sanqueyi didn't even call me." As he said that, he rolled up his sleeves and planned to sit down for a few laps: "I'm telling you, I feel like I'm in good shape today, ugh! ugh!"

As he spoke, he actually raised his hands and moved his fingers continuously, blowing on each hand.

Su Ming reached out and stopped him who was about to get on the table: "If you weren't so slow, do you think we would be willing to play mahjong? Besides, the four players are obviously here."

Merlin looked at the black horse next to the table. The black horse's big eyes were also looking at him, and there was a moment of silence in the air.

After a moment, he pointed at Parham's horse with a trembling finger: "You actually brought a horse to play mahjong?! You are crazy... Do you know that its eyes are on both sides of its skull, and The neck is also longer than yours, so it must have read the cards."

Shirley pushed the cards in front of her into the pile, stood up and stretched her waist: "It sounds like you won't cheat with magic when I play with you. The last time I played with Hamil, he actually dared to make a blank statement... ..."

"Huh? Isn't it about competing to become better in Magic Mahjong?"

Instead, Merlin looked at Deathstroke with a puzzled expression. Playing mahjong or poker, no matter what the game is, rubbing and changing cards, and printing cards on the spot, aren't they common sense in the magic world?

Once the magic is used, the cards will automatically bloom, and happiness will be over.

Su Mingtou waved his hands. He already knew that he couldn't play cards with the magician: "Okay, Naughty Master, we are just passing the time. Tell us your information. There are more serious things. I will wait for the opportunity." Let Monaco and Mordo play with you."

"Well, that's fine. You can also eat roast rabbit while playing with Monaco." Merlin nodded and put the matter down: "But unfortunately, I'm afraid I can't give you any good news. According to the confession of No. 10086, The Warlock Commando was indeed formed with a black heart. He originally controlled the 'Farmer' through magic, intending to show his demonic power and lure more mortals into his control. But this was just a casual move on his part, one to test the card. Ma Taj's attitude was, secondly, to avoid Mephisto's attention and absorb the fallen souls. But after Germany was defeated, he discarded this useless tool."

Su Ming pinched his chin and pressed his fingers on the stubble of his beard: "Did Black Heart let go after World War II... So who is commanding this team now? It's impossible for him to act spontaneously to help Mustache. Bar?"

Merlin adjusted his glasses, and a cold light flashed across the two pieces of glass: "Indeed, there was always a black wizard who took over, but his motive was purely out of hatred for Kama Taj."

"Oh? Tell me." Su Ming smiled.

Merlin didn't show off. He walked aside and picked up the funny teapot, poured black tea out of it and drank: "Master Gu Yi has several direct disciples, haven't you counted them yet? Jibo, Druid, Modu, Whoever Kama Taj is missing now will be the bad guy."

"Ji Bo, it is said that a long time ago he was knocked down in the Himalayas by my 'Millennium Kill'. I thought he was dead. It turns out that keeping quiet for so many years was just a bad thing."

Su Ming sighed. He had almost forgotten about that short man's bald head. What left the deepest impression on that man was that Jibo's hairstyle was very distinctive. He had a bald head and the hair on both sides looked like airplane wings spread out. That kind of Standard Dharma God hairstyle.

"He has long since taken refuge with Karu, the supreme mage from another dimension. That woman is Ancient One's old enemy. Jibo will not die that easily." Merlin held the teacup and gently blew the tea leaves on it.

"Now that we know it's Jibo, the problem is simple. Kill the mustache this time and clear the door for Kama Taj."

Su Ming patted his chest, and the black and yellow armor immediately wrapped him up. He led the people to the small balcony outside the window, pulled out the golden God Killer, and pointed his sword at the sky with a heroic posture:

"Heimdall!"