Shadow trail of the beautiful world

Chapter 344 25. Freshmen. Garrett

Gartler felt like he had a dream.

A dream full of pain.

Chaotic and disorderly memories rolled in his mind, like sinking into the deep sea, above the floating current, only a faint light of chaos could be seen.Like a frozen person, the sense of weightlessness wrapped around his soul, and in the gradually suffocating paralysis, he quickly fell into the darkest abyss.

He wanted to call for help, but couldn't.

He wanted to struggle, but he couldn't move a single finger.

He could only let the dark power wrap around him, the slippery coldness like the skin of a poisonous snake tightened around his neck bit by bit.

It's a nightmare.

A nightmare that most likely will not have an end.

His memory stayed at the moment when he drank the potion given to him by the wizard with the crow mask, and he only remembered an unbearable pain added to his body.

Maybe the experiment failed, maybe he was dead, maybe, this is hell.

A hell for traitors and villains only.

Maybe this is the punishment he deserves. Those things he did in the past, those crimes, are like collapsing mountains, which cannot be avoided or escaped. This is the judgment...

"Hi."

The next moment, Gutler suddenly felt a pair of icy hands slapping his face. The clear touch from the material world was like a lighthouse guiding the return of the soul, suddenly lighting up in front of him.

Like a call to go home, Gartler tried hard to open his eyes in the direction of the sound. In a blur, he saw standing in front of him, holding a glass of water, looking down at His Merlin.

"Are you all right, John?"

Merlin looked at the old cowboy in front of him, and said:

"You were yelling just now...was it a nightmare?"

"water!"

Gartler almost subconsciously snatched the water glass from Merlin's hand, and drank the cool water in one gulp.

The icy liquid flowed through the dry throat, like heavy rain moistening the dry ground, making him let out a comfortable moan. He has never felt like drinking water is a rare luxury like now.

"Continued Cup!"

He raised his head and handed the cup to Merlin, who folded his arms and looked at him playfully:

"If you want to drink water, pour it yourself, Gartler, the kettle is right next to you. You are not a weak patient, why should I take care of you?"

"I..."

Gutler instinctively wanted to refute, but the next moment, he felt an abnormality in his body.

He reached out to touch his lower back, in the direction of the kidney on the left, the metal life support that was originally embedded in the flesh and blood had disappeared, replaced by a piece of real flesh and blood.

There is warmth, touch, and when pressed gently, the nerves will transmit that strange sense of oppression to his mind.

The fatal old wound left over ten years ago has recovered.

"The test was successful?"

After several minutes, Gartler raised his head, his eyes were full of ecstasy, and he looked at Merlin:

"Those wizards, saved me?"

"You saved yourself."

Merlin took a mirror from the bed and handed it to Gartler, who said:

"My wizard friend said that you are very determined, and your luck is also good. The mutation experiment has achieved unbelievably good results on you. But I should have told you before that this experiment has some sequelae."

"Well, I remember."

Gatler took the mirror, he put the mirror in front of his eyes nonchalantly, and looked at himself in the mirror.

What was reflected in the mirror was still his face. The mutation experiment reshaped his body, which seemed to make him several years younger, and now he looked like a 30-year-old.

But on this face, there was an obvious change that could not be ignored.

his eyes.

The original brown-gray eyes turned into yellow pupils, and there was a thin pupil in the pupils, just like a cat's eyes.Gartler also found that with Merlin's movement, his pupils were still dilated and shrunk under the changing light, just like a real cat.

"Uh, it's kind of weird."

Gartler didn't care about his changes.

He is a person who has climbed out of hell once. For him, the existence of life itself will not change its essence because of these small changes.A healthy life itself is the most important thing.

He sat up from the bed, moved his body, and felt the explosive force coming from his body.He clenched his fists tightly, like a gymnast warming up, and moved every joint in his body. Those crackling sounds from his body seemed to mean that he hadn't moved his muscles so freely for a long time.

"great."

Gartler put his hands on his waist, like a middle-aged and elderly person, and leaned back. After a while, he looked at the sunset outside the window and let out a sigh.

"It's almost like a dream."

He looked back at Merlin, and he said very sincerely, without a trace of hypocrisy:

"Thank you, Merlin, really, from the bottom of my heart, thank you."

He looked into Merlin's eyes, and he said very seriously:

"I'll pay you back! I swear!"

"Don't thank me in a hurry, the mutation test is indeed done, but there are still some follow-up things I need to tell you."

Merlin waved his hand, he stood up, and said to Gartler:

"follow me."

Merlin led Gartler down the stairs and walked to the lawn of his home. Under the rays of the setting sun, he took out two training wooden swords from his pocket and threw one of them to Gartler.

The old cowboy took it in his hand and waved it decently. He held the wooden sword, looked at Merlin, and said:

"What? Boy Merlin, are you finally coming to challenge Senior?"

"Do not."

Merlin raised the wooden sword and made a sword dance gesture. He said:

"I have to let you use this new body as soon as possible, Gartler, this is a very serious matter... You don't want to accidentally cut off her wrist, do you?"

"You bastard!"

Gartler cursed, and said:

"You should call Liv your sister."

"It means you understand."

There was a smile on the corner of Merlin's mouth, and he said:

"You may not understand the meaning of an extraordinary body, but it doesn't matter, you will soon understand. Are you ready?"

Gatler put the wooden sword horizontally in front of his chest and assumed a defensive posture. He said:

"Come!"

"Swish"

Merlin flipped his wrist, and the wooden sword drew a precise trajectory in the air, and fell towards Gatler, but was blocked by the old cowboy with the wooden sword.But this is only the first blow. For the sword dance, which emphasizes attack speed and skill, if the first blow is blocked, it just means that the follow-up storm is about to hit.

While Merlin's body turned, the wooden sword in his hand also cut a slanted arc, just like the waves when a storm suddenly rises. Under the rapid change of moves, the wooden sword in Gattler's hand also changed direction. Trying to block the second blow again, but unfortunately, as an agent who is more familiar with firearms, Gattler's sword skills can only be said to be not bad, but it is still a little short of true proficiency.

"Snapped"

Merlin's wooden sword hit Gartler's shoulder, causing him to feel a sting, then his arm, chest, waist, thigh, and neck.

In less than 2 seconds, Gatler wasted a few steps back in Merlin's sword dance, barely avoiding the storm caused by the sword dance.

"That's not okay, Gartler."

Merlin stopped at the same place, and the wooden sword in his hand made a sword dance gesture again, and he said:

"Use your senses, don't be a reckless beast just trying to fight back... I mean, your eyes, your ears, your senses, you can hear the wind, you can see the sword You can even smell the smell of the green grass being trampled under your feet."

"The mutation experiment you have received is a continuation of the ancient inheritance. You must understand it and be familiar with it in the shortest possible time."

"We can replace this kind of sword fighting with books."

Gartler rubbed his sore wrist, and said to Merlin:

"Or give me a gun and we'll shoot."

"No, Gartler, you don't understand."

Merlin's expression became serious:

"You can already see 'them' without any external force, which means they can see you too...I don't want to hear that you were attacked and hospitalized the day after I sent you back to Europe .”

"they?"

Gartler heard a hint of warning from Merlin's words, and his expression became a little more serious. He asked:

"Who are they?"

"Devils who sneak into the world, ghosts looking for prey, or high-level vampires wandering in the world, those dangerous creatures that cannot be seen with the naked eye..."

Merlin says:

"Not all aliens can be solved with guns, and not all aliens are so weak. Gartler, now whether you want to or not, you have stepped into their world. In that cruel world, you can only Choose between two identities, either the prey or the hunter..."

"You mean, the eyes?"

Gartler pointed to his cat eyes, whose pupils became slender in the sun, and said:

"Is this what you said, the trouble caused by transformation?"

"Not just."

Merlin breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly:

"Besides an agent, you have to learn to accept your new identity... You have to learn to be a witcher."

"A witcher?"

Gartler moved his shoulders, and there was a smile of interest on his face:

"It sounds very interesting. I have a hunch that this will be a great experience. So, are you my instructor? Your Excellency Merlin."

"At this time, call me...instructor!"

Merlin took a step forward, attacking in almost the same way as before.

"Snapped"

The first sword was blocked.

"Snapped"

The second sword was blocked.

"Snapped"

The third sword was blocked.

Gatler held the sword in one hand, his breathing became a little heavier, the pupils of his eyes became wider, and his ears vibrated slightly, just as Merlin said, after consciously mobilizing the power in his body , his witcher senses were activated for the first time, and a more vivid world than ever before unfolded before Gartler's eyes at this moment.

It is more real, clearer, and more nuanced, as if entering another real world.

Even Merlin's mysterious and unpredictable swordsmanship seemed to have slowed down.

It's like... like the whole world is in slow motion at this moment.Gartler even had a feeling that as long as he was prepared, he could even easily dodge the bullets, and even reach out to catch the flying bullets.

"It's not difficult."

The old cowboy said softly:

"Are you going to enter the second stage of training?"

"Do not."

Merlin responded, and the sword dance started again, and this time, the speed of the wooden sword falling was more than three times faster than before.

Gatler, who had just found a little confidence, was hit by the wooden sword four times almost in an instant, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment when his footsteps became unbalanced.

"Swordsmanship training... Now, officially begin!"

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Four hours later, in the evening, Gartler, naked to the waist, was sitting on the edge of the lawn of Merlin's house, holding a tube of latex-like potion, and rubbing it on his blue and red skin.

And Merlin was sitting beside him, holding a bottle of wine in his hand, feeling the wind in the dark night, and looking at the stars in the sky by the way.

"You bastard, you are really ruthless."

The old cowboy complained:

"I don't even know, you still have such a powerful swordsmanship, when did you learn it?"

"Not long ago, I learned it from an old man."

Merlin took out something from his pocket and put it in front of Gartler's eyes. It looked like a special kind of playing card with some weird patterns on it.

"what is this?"

Gartler asked curiously.

"Gwent card."

While skillfully shuffling the cards, Merlin said to Gartler:

"To be a good witcher, combat skills, alchemy and spells are very important, but an exquisite card skill is equally important. In the circle of witchers, Gwent cards can convey a lot of information, if you If you want to make friends quickly in this circle, then learning Quint is a very good way."

"Uh, that sounds weird."

Gartler picked up a card and looked at it in front of his eyes. He looked at Merlin who was shuffling the cards. He hesitated for a few seconds, then said softly:

"Are you still tracking those dangerous guys?"

"Ah."

Merlin nodded, he put a deck of cards in front of Gartler's eyes, and he said:

"It's been going well recently. I killed one of their high-level leaders. It should be said to be a faction... But those guys have many factions. Maybe I killed only the weakest one."

"You can't fight alone."

Gartler picked up the cards in his hand and looked at the descriptions of those cards awkwardly. He said:

"Fury is very qualified as a backup. He can always find the information you need from various places, but he is not good at fighting, and he is very aggressive, and his every move is watched by caring people. Merlin, you need some trustworthy helpers."

"Ok?"

Hearing this, Merlin raised his head, looked at Gartler, and said:

"what do you mean..."

"Let me help you."

Gartler threw down a card casually, and he said:

"You trusted me almost unconditionally and gave me a life...I have to do something for you too."

"This..."

Merlin hesitated and said:

"You have a wife and a family of your own, I can't just..."

"Do not be silly."

Gartler laughed and said:

"Liv has Veela blood, so she will not be a woman who can feel at home. I spend less time with her and more time away. Most of the time I am alone. And I can help you collect some information in Europe, Most importantly, no one knows I'm on your side."

"Remember those things you learned when you were training as an agent?"

"At any time, there must be a hole card."

Gartler said to Merlin:

"I am your trump card!"

"Then... that's fine."

Merlin took a deep breath and said:

"Then come together and be a snake catcher!"

"Ding"

At this moment, a faint sound sounded in Merlin's ears, like the sound of a dice flipping to the ground. He looked left and right, trying to find the source of the sound. This action was caught by Gartler Captured, the old cowboy asked:

"what happened?"

"It's nothing."

Merlin rubbed his forehead, he said:

"Go ahead and play cards..."

(End of this chapter)