Shadow trail of the beautiful world

Chapter 310 35. Treasure Hunter

Gartler's SUV sped along in the midday sun.His destination is the nearest airport.

The order he accepted was to take over the several forces that took root in North America under the command of Death Knell in the shortest possible time.The Hydra hidden in the dark does not lack ordinary soldiers, but the fighters under Deathstroke are all warriors trained by the method of the Assassin League. Compared with ordinary soldiers, they are better at stealth and assassination, and they are extremely mobile. It is the elite fighter that Hydra desperately needs.

In fact, during this period of time, the interior of Hydra was also quite uneasy.

As one of the important members of Hydra in North America, the sudden death of the banker brought warnings to other leaders like a wake-up call, but while hiding deeper, the power left by the banker's death within the organization The vacancy also attracted other people's coveting.

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

Of course, these bad things have nothing to do with Gartler, he has deliberately alienated himself from those guys, and after seeing hope for his own recovery, he is not very willing to sink deeper into this quagmire.

However, the order from the top still had to be executed.

Gatler hadn't lived enough, he didn't want to be killed by a dark wizard who suddenly appeared one night with an Avada Kedavra.

He's not afraid to take on any assassin, but magic...that's not his field.

And just as he was about to arrive at the airport, Gartler's cell phone rang suddenly. He looked at the number, put the phone to his ear, and asked in a pleasant voice:

"Hey, boy Merlin, why did you remember to call me? Is there anything Old John can help you with?"

"Gartler, are you in Paris?"

Merlin, who was already in Europe at this time, asked:

"I have something to talk to you about. A wizard I know is currently researching a magic ritual that can strengthen the body and remove injuries. He needs a few volunteers to join the experiment. I immediately thought of you."

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

"Oh? Is it such a good thing? It's like pie falling from the sky."

A gleam flashed in Gartler's eyes, and he asked eagerly:

"What's the success rate?"

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

At this time, Merlin who was standing on the streets of the French city of Lyon hesitated for a moment, and he decided to tell Gartler everything calmly:

"You can understand that it is a biological experiment of body enhancement, er, although it is carried out in a magical way. It will transform the body of ordinary people into an extraordinary body similar to a different kind. In the process of transformation , your body will be implanted with a special magical substance, which will repair all damage to your body."

"So, regardless of whether the transformation experiment succeeds or fails, as long as you survive, Gartler, you will have a very healthy body. And if you are lucky, you can also become a person similar to Steve .a superman like Rogers."

"The opportunity is rare, think about it."

"it is good."

Gartler didn't hesitate too much, he looked at the time and said:

"I'm in South America right now, and I'm on a mission assigned by the World Security Council. I may return to Europe in two days, and I'll call you when the time comes. Boy Merlin, we haven't talked for a long time, let's have dinner together then. "

"Row."

Merlin says:

"Then I'll wait for your call."

"Wait, don't hang up yet."

Gartler 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 S.H.I.E.L.D. alone recently?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Merlin asked.

"It's nothing."

Gartler exhorted:

"You have to pay attention to safety, Merlin, those guys don't look easy to mess with...Speaking of which, when I sniped the Ten Rings Gang in Europe in the past few years, I also found some clues that might help you. I came back from South America. We’ll sort out the information later, and we’ll talk about it when the time comes.”

"Ah, very good."

Merlin nodded:

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

After a while, Merlin hung up the phone. He raised his head and looked at the mountains a little further south of Lyon, which was one of the destinations of his trip to Europe.

Thalia handed him the remaining two parchments that recorded the Berserker's staff, one of which was in the mountain.

Although a complete Berserker cane is not of much help to Merlin today, but Merlin does not have too much of this extraordinary magic weapon.

Even if you can't use it yourself, you can use it for your subordinates.

He is not alone anymore, he also has to think about those who follow him.

In a remote corner, Merlin turned into a raven, flapped his wings, flew across the sunny sky, and flew towards the southern mountainous area. Under him, there were seas of blooming flowers, which looked quite beautiful.

"Elsa seems to have hunted her first prey in this flower field, which was a daytime banshee."

Merlin looked at the sea of ​​flowers below, recalling the stories Elsa told him in his mind.

"Lyon, this is also the place where Elsa was born and raised. The Bloodstone Manor seems to be somewhere on the outskirts of the city. Maybe I should pay a visit and see the witcher's manor...Well, forget it. Let's come together when Elsa comes home next time."

Merlin said to himself:

"I don't know where the ruins of Master White Wolf's former manor are. It seems to be in southern Europe. If you can find it, maybe you can find some good things from it."

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

"Guys like White Wolf will definitely leave a lot of bad things in a vicious way. Maybe there are some traps and the like. If you pass by rashly, you may be in danger. What's more, his wife is a dangerous sorceress , um, those sorceresses recorded in history are not easy-going lamps."

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

The spirit raven Victor is already waiting for him in a certain valley in the mountainous area. Victor is now Merlin's vanguard general. Whenever there is a place Merlin wants to go, Victor will first investigate.

Speaking of which, it is a luxury for a wizard to use the summoning guards to do investigation work.

It takes a huge amount of magic power to maintain the God-calling guard, and the consumption of magic power is not easy for a great wizard, but for Merlin, who is in a special situation, he wishes that the magic power in his body is almost dry all the time , so Victor stayed by Merlin's side almost 24 hours a day.

It's like Merlin's magical summon.

This is also a very rare thing for the God-calling guards.

"Wow!"

When he saw Merlin approaching, Victor, who was struggling on the branch of a verdant century-old tree, let out a signature call.And Merlin folded his wings, and landed on Victor's side deftly.

He stood on the branch in the posture of a bird and looked towards the valley town below. On the edge of the town, near the foot of the mountain, there was an ancient monastery.

That was Merlin's destination, and it was also the location marked in the second treasure map.

According to the information Merlin found in Lyon's library, this monastery in the mountains is said to have been established in 1543, and it has a history of nearly 500 years, even in the most chaotic Second World in the whole of Europe During the war, there was no damage here.

According to legend, when the German army entered Lyon, some soldiers tried to loot the monastery, but they failed in the end. The unit was less than 5 kilometers away from the town The entire army was wiped out in the mountains, and the place was miraculously intact.

According to some gossip legends, it was the mysterious power from the monastery that sheltered this remote town and the hundreds of refugees stranded in the town at that time.

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

"Go down and have a look."

Merlin flapped his wings and landed on a roof inside the monastery in a gliding posture. Then, covered by 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 hum.

"My emblem is vibrating, and there is a strong magical disturbance nearby."

Merlin's eyes lit up. Holding the badge in his hand, he walked back and forth in the quiet monastery at noon in the direction of the magic vibration, and finally stepped into a very old church that was about to collapse.

At the front of the church, on the edge of the pedestal under the icon of Christ, Merlin found a hidden compartment.

He pried open the hidden compartment with a dagger, and saw something wrapped in wolf skin inside.

"That's it."

Merlin took out the thing wrapped in the wolf's skin. He opened the wrapped fur, and saw a half-meter-long, shiny silver weapon that resembled the blade of a war halberd inside.

It is shuttle-shaped 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 similar to the cane in Merlin's hand arts.

Obviously, this was what Merlin was looking for.

However, beside the sharp blade, Merlin also saw a handwritten letter made of parchment. Judging from the material, it must be a very old thing.

Merlin wrapped the sharp blade with wolf fur and put it in a magic pocket. Then he took out a wad of money from the pocket and put it in the secret compartment.

The money is not much, but it is not a big problem to repair the church that is about to collapse.

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

Not surprisingly, it was written in French.

Merlin had no choice but to bring a French dictionary from the front desk, and while comparing it, he translated the records on it.

"The saints I've seen come from the north."

This is the first sentence of the letter.

Like some mythical story lost to history, these are the notes written by a monk living in the mid-16th century, recording his contact with a "saint".

Merlin continued to read while stumbling.

"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 him with a weapon wrapped in wolf skins 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 my house. It was bad, and it meant that my young sister seemed to be quite interested in this strong and The intrepid traveler took an interest."

"As I expected, the traveler settled down in the village, and at the spring equinox the next day, he married my sister."

"I think he's got some sort of secret, and he's always been so dismissive when I'm praying to the Lord, and it annoys me."

"I argued with him, but beyond my expectation, his understanding of the Lord is even more exquisite than that of me, a pastor who graduated from a seminary. He can even fully describe the view of heaven that I long for."

"The mountain of light that soars into the sky, where darkness never shines."

"The angel who wears armor, has wings, has a handsome face, and blows the horn."

"The magnificent palace of the gods decorated with cloud sermons, and the garden full of exotic flowers and plants, and milk and honey flowing everywhere."

"The scenes he described are more realistic than any description of heaven in the classics, as if he has seen it with his own eyes... Who is he?"

"I had doubts, which kept me awake night after night, and finally, on Christmas Eve in 1546, I could no longer bear the torment of the doubts, so I asked my sister to ask the saints for the answers to all these mysteries."

"The sage likes to drink, so I bought all the output of the nearby winery for nearly three months, and the sage drank all the wine overnight. And I, who was hiding aside, finally got out of half From the drunk sage, I know the answer I want to know..."

"If you're reading my notes, if you're a believer in the Lord, for the sake of your faith, then please call it a day."

"What I am about to say next is not a secret that sincere believers should see."

After reading this, Merlin shrugged, he is not a believer, in fact, he is an atheist.

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

He admits he was fascinated by the secrets left by the monk who existed nearly 500 years ago.

(End of this chapter)