Shadow of the Beautiful World

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Butler's off-road vehicle galloped in the sun at noon. His destination is the nearest airport.

The order he accepted was to take over the forces that took root in North America under the death knell in the shortest possible time. The Hydra hidden in the dark does not lack ordinary soldiers, but the soldiers under the death knell are all warriors trained by the method of the Assassin Alliance. Compared with ordinary soldiers, they are better at hiding assassinations and have a strong action force. It is an elite warrior that Hydra badly needs.

In fact, during this period of time, the inside of Hydra was also quite calm.

The banker, one of the important members of the Hydra in North America, suddenly dies, which brings other leaders like a warning bell, but the deeper the hiding, the power left in the organization because the banker died The vacancy also attracted other people's covetment.

In recent months, the power struggle within Hydra has almost reached a peak.

Of course, these bad things have nothing to do with Butler. He has deliberately alienated himself from those guys. After seeing hope for the recovery of his injury, he is less willing to sink deeper in this quagmire.

However, the orders from the high level still have to be executed.

Gattler hadn't lived enough. He didn't want to be killed by the suddenly appearing black wizard with an Awadaso life spell on one night.

He is not afraid to compete with any assassin, but magic...that is not the field he is good at.

Just before arriving at the airport, Butler's cell phone suddenly rang. He looked at the number, put the phone in his ear, and asked in a pleasant voice:

"Hi, Merlin, why do you think of calling me? Is there something I need old John to help?"

"Gattler, are you in Paris?"

Merlin, already in Europe, asked:

"I have something to talk to you about. A wizard I know is currently studying a magic ritual that strengthens the body and removes injuries. He needs several volunteers to join. I thought of it the first time. you."

"Maybe, he can help you completely solve the troubles in your body and can make you stronger. The only requirement is that you may need to spend a month as an experimental subject, so I am interested. ?"

"Oh? Such a good thing? It's like a pie in the sky."

A light flashed in Gattler's eyes, and he asked anxiously:

"What is the success rate?"

"It's hard to say, but the wizard promised that he can guarantee the safety of the experimenter."

Merlin, who was standing on the street of the French city of Lyon, hesitated for a moment, and he decided to tell Gattler everything calmly:

"You can understand that it is a body-strengthening biological experiment, er, although it is carried out in a magical way. It will transform the body of ordinary people into extraordinary bodies similar to aliens. In this transformation process , Your body will be implanted with a special magic substance that will repair all damage to your body."

"So, regardless of whether the transformation experiment succeeds or fails, as long as you can survive, Gattler, you will have a very healthy body. And if you are lucky, you can become a Steve-like .Superman like Rogers."

"The opportunity is rare, consider it."

"it is good."

Not much hesitated, Butler looked at the time and said:

"I'm currently in South America, and I'm carrying out the tasks assigned by the World Security Council. I might return to Europe in two days and call you by then. Boy Merlin, we haven't had a chat in a long time. Let's have a meal together. "

"Row."

Merlin says:

"Then I will wait for your call."

"Wait, don't hang up first."

Gattler suddenly remembered some rumors he had heard in the Hydra organization before. He lowered his voice and asked:

"Are you still investigating the inner ghost in SHIELD recently?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Merlin asked.

"It's nothing."

Butler told:

"You have to pay attention to safety, Merlin, those guys don’t look very good... Speaking of this, when I was sniping in the Ten Rings in Europe in recent years, I also found some clues that might help you. I went back from South America After sorting out the information, we will talk about it later."

"Ah, very good."

Merlin nodded:

"Then I look forward to the good news you brought me."

After a while, Merlin hung up the phone and he looked up, looking at the mountainous area further south of Lyon, which was one of the destinations of his trip to Europe.

Thalia handed him the remaining two pieces of parchment with the cane of the violent warrior, one of them was in the mountain.

Although to this day, a complete rage warrior cane has not been of much help to Merlin, but Merlin is not too much for this extraordinary magic weapon.

Even if you can’t use it, you can use it for people under your command.

He is no longer alone, and he has to think about those who follow him.

In a remote corner, Merlin changed into a raven, flapping his wings, flying across the sunny sky, and flew towards the southern mountains. Under him, there was a blooming sea of ​​flowers, which looked quite beautiful.

"Elsa seems to be in this flower field and hunted her first prey, which is a daytime demon."

Merlin looked at the sea of ​​flowers below, and he remembered the stories Elsa told him.

"Lyon, this is also the place where Elsa was born. The Bloodstone Estate seems to be somewhere on the outskirts of the city. Maybe I should visit it and see the manor of the devil...well, forget it. When the second time Elsa returns home, come together."

Merlin said to himself:

"I don't know where Master White Wolf's former manor site is. It seems to be in Southern Europe. If you can find it, you might be able to find some good things from it."

"However, if you think about it, forget it."

"A guy like the white wolf will definitely leave a lot of bad things with bad taste. Maybe there are any traps and the like. If he hurries in the past, he may be in danger. Not to mention his wife is a dangerous warlock. Well, none of the female warlocks recorded in history are any fuel-efficient lamps."

While thinking about these messy things, Merlin flew into the mountainous area quickly.

Viktor the Spirit Raven is already waiting for him in a valley in the mountains. Vikter is now the pioneer general of Merlin, but wherever Merlin wants to go, Victor will investigate first.

Speaking of which, it is a luxury for the wizard to use the guardian of the gods to do the investigation.

It takes a huge amount of magic power to maintain the God of War guard. The cost of the magic power is not easy for the wizard, but for Merlin in special circumstances, he can’t wait for the magic power in his body to be close to dryness at all times. , So Victor stayed with Merlin almost 24 hours a day.

It's like Merlin's magic summon.

This is also a very rare thing for the guardian of the gods.

"Oh!"

Seeing Merlin approaching, Victor, struggling on a lush centuries-old tree branch, made an iconic tweet. Merlin folded his wings and fell very wisely beside Victor.

He stood on the branch in the form of a bird, looking towards the valley town below. At the edge of the town, near the foothills, there was an ancient monastery.

There is Merlin's destination and the location marked in the second treasure map.

According to information found by Merlin in Lyon’s library, this monastery located in the mountains is said to have been established in 1543. It is almost 500 years old, even in the second most chaotic world in Europe. During the war, there was no damage.

According to legend, when the German army entered Lyon, some soldiers tried to rob the monastery, but they eventually failed. The wing was less than 5 kilometers away from the town. The whole army was annihilated in the mountain area, and the place was miraculously intact.

According to some rumored legends, the mysterious power from the monastery sheltered this remote town and the hundreds of refugees stranded in the town.

These small stories also proved from the side that this monastery does not seem to be simple.

"Go down and see."

Merlin flapped his wings and landed on the roof of the monastery in a gliding manner. Then, under the shadow cloak, he quietly entered the hall of the monastery.

The moment he stepped into the hall, the wolf head pendant hanging on Merlin's neck began to buzz.

"My badge is shaking, there is a strong magic disturbance near here."

Merlin's eyes lit up. He held the badge and walked back and forth in the silent monastery in the direction of the magic shock, and finally stepped into a very old church that was about to collapse.

At the front of the church, Merlin discovered a dark cell at the edge of the base under the icon of Christ.

He pried open the dark compartment with a dagger, and saw a stuffed thing wrapped in wolf skin inside.

"This is it."

Merlin took out the thing wrapped in the wolf skin, he opened the wrapped fur, and saw a half-meter long, gleaming silver weapon, similar to the weapon of the halberd blade.

It has a shuttle shape as a whole, with a blade on one side and a sharp convex curved blade on the other side. On the handle under the blade, there is a Rune symbol similar to the cane in Merlin's hand. Text.

Obviously, this is what Merlin is looking for.

But beside the sharp blade, Merlin also saw a hand pierce made of parchment paper. From the material point of view, it was definitely a very old thing.

Merlin wrapped the sharp blade in wolf skin, put it in a magic pocket, and then took a wad of money from the pocket and put it in the dark cell. This was an exchange of the sacred heritage he took from the monastery.

This money is not much, but it is not a problem to repair this church that is about to collapse.

He turned into a raven again and left the place quickly. Ten minutes later, he returned to the city of Lyon. In the hotel where he lived temporarily, Merlin sat on a chair and opened the quaint handwriting.

Not surprisingly, it was written in French.

Merlin had to fetch a French dictionary from the front desk again, and while translating it, translated the records.

"The saints I witnessed came from the north."

This is the first sentence of that hand.

Like a mythical story lost in history, this is a note written by a monk living in the middle of the 16th century, recording his contact with a "sage".

Merlin continued to stumble and read.

"He arrived at the newly built monastery in the village on a sunny summer day. He was very tired, like a long-distance traveler."

"I saw a weapon wrapped in wolf skin on his back. He was a dangerous traveler."

"He was begging for water in the village, and my sister Erlan gave him a bowl of water and some food, and invited him to be a guest at my house. This is not good, it means that my younger sister seems to The brave traveler became interested."

"The fact is that as I expected, the traveler lived in the village, and at the spring equinox of the next day, he married my sister."

"I think he has some kind of secret. When I pray to the Lord, he always looks very disdainful, which makes me very angry."

"I argued with him, but beyond my expectations, he knew the Lord even better than my pastor who graduated from the seminary. He could even describe the landscape of heaven that I yearn for."

"That towering towering into the clouds, there has never been a mountain of light shining in darkness."

"The angel in armor, with wings on his back, a beautiful face, and a trumpet."

"That magnificent, palace of gods decorated with sermons in the clouds, and the garden covered with exotic flowers and grass, with milk and honey everywhere."

"The scenes that he described are more accurate than any description of heaven in any classics, as if he had seen him in person... who is he?"

"I had a question, which made me unable to sleep overnight, and finally, on Christmas Eve in 1546, I could no longer bear the torture of that question, so I asked my sister to ask the saint the mystery of all this."

"The saint likes to drink wine, so I bought all the output from the nearby winery for nearly three months, and the saint drank those wines cleanly overnight. While I was hiding beside me, The drunk saint knew the answer I wanted..."

"If you are reading my notes, if you are a believer in the Lord, for your faith, then please end here."

"The next thing I want to say is not a secret that sincere believers should see."

Reading this, Merlin shrugged. He is not a believer. In fact, he is an atheist.

So the next moment, he turned the pages of the book decisively and looked at the story about the "sage" from the north recorded by the monk.

He admitted that he was attracted by the secret left by this monk who existed nearly 500 years ago.

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