Shadow trail of the beautiful world

Chapter 343 24. Freshmen. Garrett

After completing Minerva's asylum application, Merlin didn't stay with the Bridge and Tunnel Authority for long.

He could tell that Agent Z was actually quite busy, and he didn't bother the alien affairs expert anymore, sitting alone in the silver elevator, preparing to leave this place.

While taking the elevator, Merlin unexpectedly met two fellow travelers.

A black young man and a white old man, both wearing black suits and black ties like Z, looked like MIB field agents.

"Dude, you're so faceless."

When the elevator closed, the black boy standing beside Merlin said to Merlin:

"Are you a new agent? Hi, my name is J."

Looking at his outstretched hand and his friendly smile, Merlin nodded at him, without shaking hands, he said:

"Hi, my name is Merlin."

"Aren't you our agent?"

J's expression became wary, and he reached into his pocket to take out a silver metal rod, saying:

"Who are you? How did you get into the MIB base? Our place is not open to outsiders."

Merlin glanced at the metal rod in J's hand. He knew that this thing is called an amnestic, which is equivalent to the meaning of the Holy Silver Bullet to SDOLD agents. This thing is standard equipment for MIB agents.

Its effect is equivalent to a technological version of the Forgetting Curse. Although it is not like the Forgetting Curse that can delete the target's specific memory according to the caster's thoughts, it is more flexible and convenient. As long as the method is mastered, ordinary people can also use it.

However, this thing has a fatal shortcoming. It uses light as an information carrier, so it can be reflected by things like sunglasses.

Merlin could understand J's vigilance, and he would be equally vigilant if a stranger entered the S.H.I.E.L.D. building.

He shook his head, and said to J in a gentle tone:

"I was invited by Z to handle an assignment you just screwed up, J, I mean, the one in Kansas."

"Wow, dude, you talk like a slut."

J's expression was a bit ugly. He was a young man in his 20s, and Merlin's words undoubtedly touched his sore spot.

But just as he was about to refute, he was interrupted by the seasoned agent beside him.

"Okay, J."

The old agent reached out and pressed the metal rod in J's hand, and he said to Merlin:

"You're supposed to be an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., right?"

"Ah."

Merlin nodded, and the old agent continued:

"My name is K, senior MIB agent. Since you have taken on the mission that the two of us couldn't complete, good luck to you. Also, I want to remind you that the 'ghost' in Kansas is very dangerous."

"He's different from most of the other aliens...he's so powerful, his running speed alone is enough to get rid of the tracking of the sonic tracker, we have seen him easily lift the Hired a truck just to stop us."

"Well, it looks like you've seen him?"

Merlin looked at K, and he asked:

"Is there any other news to give, man."

"His appearance is no different from that of a person on Earth. It is difficult to find him when he is hiding in the crowd. In addition, his senses are very developed. We seriously doubt that as long as he is willing, he may be able to spot and track him from thousands of meters away. the traces of the

K, who was acting calmly, said in a low voice:

"If you're going to track him down, you'd better have a way to hide yourself."

"Well, I see, this information is very important."

Merlin nodded to old agent K, then looked down at his watch, he said:

"Thanks for sharing, man."

"But it's getting late, I should go, I wish you a happy work today."

After speaking, the Transfiguration Curse was activated, and under the watchful eyes of J and K, Merlin's figure flashed away between the distortions of the light.

"Wow, cool!"

The young J let out an exclamation, while the more composed K shrugged and said:

"It looks like this Agent Merlin is still a wizard. Speaking of which, J, do you think he can catch that haunting ghost?"

"I see it hanging."

J snorted, the young man rubbed his stomach, turned to K and said:

"Let's go eat, K, I'm hungry. Go to Mick's for an apple pie."

"Okay, but this time you treat me."

"Er...okay."

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In the afternoon of the third day, after having lunch, Merlin used the teleportation spell to arrive at the underground laboratory in Europe.

When he arrived there, little Hermione was sitting on a chair quietly reading a book. These days, Merlin, Hermione, and Harry took turns to look after Gartler. Since it was a mutation experiment on the human body, so Vivienne told them to observe Gartler's physical changes all the time so that they could react at any time.

And Hermione, compared with the lively and eccentric little girl a few years ago, after serving as a senior official in the Department of Mysterious Items Management of the British Ministry of Magic, the young Hermione has a little more calmness, and her temperament is more and more like Those wizards who acted steadily.

She was sitting in an easy chair in the laboratory, her long, silky hair draped over her shoulders, and Crookshanks was sleepy on Hermione's lap, and the cat looked fatter than it had been a few years ago.

"Meow"

The moment Merlin entered the laboratory, Crookshanks suddenly raised his head as if he had been awakened, and when that ugly face saw Merlin appear, it jumped off Hermione's lap and rushed towards Merlin. He rubbed his head on Merlin's trouser legs very affectionately.

"Yo, Crookshanks."

Merlin bent down to hold the fat cat in his arms, and while smoothing its fur, said to Hermione who put away the magic book:

"How is Gartler doing? Are there any signs of deterioration?"

"No."

Hermione glanced at Gatler, who was sleeping but still struggling instinctively, a trace of pity and intolerance flashed in her eyes, and she replied:

"Mr. John's will is very strong. He has not been overwhelmed by pain, but this is not a good thing for him. It means that he has a clear sense of pain. I added 2 sleeping spells for him and injected 3 Nutrient solution, but his vitality is still declining... I remember, you said this is normal?"

"Yes, this is normal."

Merlin put Crookshanks down, and he stood beside Hermione, looking at the suffering Gartler in front of him, he said:

"The weakening of vitality is because the cells in his body are undergoing mutation transformation, and heat is needed to maintain the transformed new form. The mutation progress is close to 50%. If he can survive this level, it means that Gartler will be able to survive the fire. Rebirth."

"It's so inhumane."

Hermione sighed, holding her magic book, brushing her long hair by her ear, and said to Merlin:

"If Mr. John is still awake, I doubt he will regret joining this experiment, even if it saves his life."

"No, little Hermione."

Merlin put his hand on little Hermione's shoulder, and he said softly:

"You don't know Gartler, even if he does it again, he will definitely make the same choice. He is not a person who will admit defeat to reality, even if he wears a metal life support device, he will live... Such a person can give everything for that glimmer of hope."

"Speaking of which, how are you and Ron doing?"

The atmosphere in the laboratory was somewhat gloomy, Merlin changed the subject, and asked:

"I heard from Harry that you two had a fight before? What's the matter? That idiot Ron dared to provoke my dear little sister... Do you need me to beat him up for you to vent your anger?"

"It's not that serious, Merlin! It's just a small conflict."

Hermione whispered:

"He is too unmotivated. I let him continue to work in the Ministry of Magic. Harry is now the Auror Commander, and I am also considered a middle-level one. Quit his job to open a magic trick shop in Diagon Alley with his two older brothers."

Hermione said in a tangled tone:

"What a disappointment!"

"Uh, it's not good to be so strong, little Hermione."

Merlin patted Hermione on the shoulder and said:

"I know Ron's character. He's not as brave as Harry, nor as smart as you. He's the most ordinary of the three of you. To be honest, I thought you would choose Harry. It's not him. But thinking about it now, if you and Harry, who is soft on the outside and strong on the inside, would probably be quarreling by now."

"Only with Ron's personality, can he willingly listen to you in everything, but...Little Hermione, you must give him some freedom. Men need some freedom. Maybe he feels that working with you is very stressful." Big, I know how terrible it is for you to get angry."

"So, Merlin, are you speaking for Ron?"

Hermione stared at Merlin, she said a little aggrieved:

"I thought you would stand by me unconditionally."

Merlin shook his head and said:

"I'm doing it for your own good, Hermione. This is a matter of experience, not everyone needs to take the brightest and most promising path, especially wizards. Your lives are much longer than ordinary people, just imagine , spending more than ten years, or even decades, doing a job that I don’t like, that would be such a tormenting thing.”

"You should let your husband have the right to pursue his own life. Besides... With Ron's spellcasting level, let him be an Auror and deal with dangerous creatures. Are you really at ease? Let me say , it’s better to let him be a happy shopkeeper, at least you don’t need to worry about his safety.”

"What about you? Merlin."

Hermione looked at Merlin's face, and she asked:

"Do you like your current job?"

"How do you want me to answer you?"

Merlin smiled and said:

"I used to enjoy it, but now I'm used to it, so there's not so much novelty at all. I've adapted to this kind of life, although occasionally I try to imagine myself living another life, it's like another Life, another... Gartler's vitality has begun to decline rapidly! Hermione, bring Dionysus Gold!"

Before Merlin's eyes, the sleeping Gatler's body suddenly began to shake violently, like a fish thrown in the desert.

Hermione pulled out her wand, waved it lightly, and the crystal bottle of silver-gray metal on the table fell into her hands. She twisted open the bottle and used magic to take out a mass of liquid metal. Merlin glanced back, and he shook his head:

"Too much! Only one-third!"

"So much?"

Hermione separated a third of the Dionysus Gold, and she handed the liquid metal to Merlin. She looked at the ball of metal that was only the size of a thumb, and said:

"Is this enough?"

"enough."

Merlin put the liquid metal into the syringe, and stabbed the syringe into Gartler's neck. While slowly injecting the liquid metal into Gartler's body, he explained to Hermione:

"We just need this thing to lock in Gartler's vitality and help him get through the most difficult stage. Dionysus gold is not a good thing, so the less the better, I don't want to see Gartler slowly assimilated into Inorganic matter, turned into a pile of unsentimental sand or stone."

With the silver-gray liquid metal entering Gartler's body, the old cowboy's pain seemed to be relieved a lot at once, and even his expression became peaceful.

In Merlin's spiritual vision, Gartner's life force, which was rapidly consumed during the mutation, was replenished, like a group of weak flames. At this moment, it got a new firewood and began to burn blazingly again.

"All right."

Merlin took out the needle, he looked at the quivering muscles under the skin of Gartler, and at his increasingly robust body, he said:

"The most fatal node seems to have passed... The mutation has entered the second half, the extraordinary body is being reshaped, and now there is only waiting."

"Will Mr. John become a witcher after he wakes up?"

Hermione looked at this strange mutation process with great interest, and she asked:

"I heard that the physical qualities of a witcher are far superior to that of ordinary people, and they can also cast spells...It's really amazing that this experiment can turn Muggles into wizards."

"No, not as amazing as you think, little Hermione."

Merlin squeezed the Igni Seal in his hand, and a small dancing flame appeared in his palm. He put the flame in front of Hermione, and said to the girl:

"You see, the magic driven by the witcher's seal is far inferior to that of a formal wizard in terms of power and quantity. Compared with yours, the magic power in their bodies is pitifully small. If a demon hunter If someone dares to provoke you, then you can easily press him on the ground and rub him back and forth if you are fully prepared."

Merlin says:

"Even the legendary white wolf Geralt, the legendary demon hunter, had his leg broken by an official wizard before he made his fortune..."

"Mutation potions just turn ordinary people into fighters who fight against aliens, it doesn't mean they will turn them into superhumans. How should I put it, the profession of a demon hunter is actually quite similar to a wizard, and they all rely on their talents to make a living. "

"If its effect is only like this, then why do you spend so much effort to perfect the mutation process?"

Hermione asked with some doubts:

"The price-performance ratio of this thing doesn't look high at all."

"But it's just what I need, little Hermione."

Merlin looked at Gartler in front of him, and he said softly:

"I can't make hundreds of wizards overnight, that's impossible. But as long as I have enough raw materials, I can have hundreds of witchers in just one week...Maybe they are in your Such an official wizard does not seem to be particularly outstanding, but for those equally weak aliens, this is already a very powerful deterrent force."

"Just like the rise of the witcher in the Middle Ages, in this era, the chaotic and heterogeneous order in the dark world will be changed by the reappearance of the Aegis demon hunter."

"And this change is what I want to see..."

(End of this chapter)