Shadow trail of the beautiful world

Chapter 538 63. When Hibernation Recovers

"Knowledge of the occult."

When Merlin saw Zatana appearing here, he felt a little headache.

The relationship between Merlin and Ruiwen is not particularly good recently, because of Elsa's matter, Ruiwen should not be able to help her like before, and without Ruiwen's assistance, Merlin's knowledge of occultism is not enough to cope with it Zatanna is a quick learner.

Every time this Miss Magician appears, her research on the power of mysticism will go deeper. Perhaps, as Ruiwen said, everyone has talent and has their own areas of expertise, and Miss Zatanna in front of her The field of expertise is probably in the release of magic power.

As far as Merlin knew, Zatanna, who was born in a magical family, was not only good at mysterious side magic, she also had in-depth research on orthodox magic.

"Yes, knowledge of some details."

Zatana nodded to Merlin, she was actually a little guilty.

She didn't need to ask Merlin for knowledge, the reason for her coming to the mystery house was very direct and simple.

In order to find her father's whereabouts, she had made an agreement with the parchment of the Dark God Book, and within a year, she would complete three alone times with Merlin and one in-depth communication.

But now that there are only a few days left in the year, she has only been alone with Merlin once.

The magic closed loop on her arm has been affecting the efficiency of her casting spells with the passage of time. This seems to be a warning, urging her not to have illusions, and to fulfill the agreement honestly.

"Sorry, Zatanna."

Merlin hesitated for a few seconds, then said frankly:

"I may not be able to help you during this period of time. I am researching a very complicated super-order magic, and I must devote myself to it. Any distraction may lead to a deviation in my understanding of this super-order magic. "

"Ultra-level magic?"

Zatanna is not an ignorant person. She is very clear about the affairs and power represented by super-level magic, so she immediately replied:

"It's okay, Mr. Merlin, I was a bit too reckless and came here without notifying you in advance..."

"However, it's all here, maybe we can talk about other things."

Zatanna's hands were tangled behind her back, and she said to Merlin:

"I feel that you are not in a good mood, Mr. Merlin, is there any trouble? Maybe, you can talk to someone who will not reveal the secret."

Miss Magician breathed a sigh of relief, she looked at Merlin, she said:

"Don't look at me as a stage magician. I took psychology as an elective in college... Although I don't have a formal license, I think if you encounter mental and emotional difficulties, maybe I can help."

"You have to know that for spellcasters like us, the mental state is still very important, and it will affect many things. In the field of mysticism, a person's mental state often determines a person's fortune , you and I have done some research on this.”

Zatana seems to have found a feeling, she said to Merlin with kindness on her face:

"What I mean is, if there is a problem and the problem is left unsolved, then with the increase in power, the haze in the heart can easily become a more terrifying thing... After all, we are spellcasters, and our spirit must be More powerful than ordinary people, and in some cases, it can affect reality."

"OK then."

Merlin hesitated for a moment, he nodded, he thought what Zatana said made sense, so he said to Zatana:

"Then seek professional advice."

"Well, yes."

Zatana's eyes lit up, she pointed to the sofa beside her, and said to Merlin:

"Then lie here and relax a little bit, and we can start with talk therapy ... Well, maybe we can do it step by step, in two, or more sessions, to get to the root of the problem and then fix it."

Miss Magician rolled her eyes, and she said solemnly:

"If talking therapy doesn't work, then maybe we need a deep session of hypnosis...Trust me, Mr. Merlin, hypnosis sounds dangerous, but it's actually something that psychologists use a lot. a means."

She glanced at the second floor of the mysterious house, there was nothing there, but Zatanna knew that Xuanlan must be watching her somewhere.

But Xuan Lan knew that she had a secret, but she didn't come forward to stop it, which probably shows her acquiescence.

"In-depth communication on the physical or psychological level... Is there anything more suitable than hypnosis?"

This thought flashed in Miss Magician's mind. At this moment, she suddenly felt that she was really too smart!

Under her guidance, Merlin lay on the sofa, with his hands folded on his stomach, he looked at Zatanna, and he said:

"can we start?"

"Well, of course."

Zatana sat on the sofa next to her. She took out a pen and a black notebook from her magic pocket, crossed her legs, and brushed her long black hair, looking very professional.

She looked at Merlin, and she said:

"Let's start on a simple level, I'm a doctor and you're a patient, so don't hide from me...Merlin, tell me about your past, I need to know about it...don't worry about me It will be leaked."

She said to Merlin seriously:

"After the treatment is over, you can use the Forgetting Curse to wash away my memory, which won't reveal your secret."

"Ok."

Merlin closed his eyes. There are some things that have been hidden in his heart for too long, and he really needs to find a chance to talk about them.

Isn't there a saying that is very good?Find someone to share the stress with, and the stress will be reduced in half.

"My birth was accompanied by a disaster..."

Merlin closed his eyes, he relaxed and began to tell Zatanna about his past.Zatana also listened carefully, writing and drawing in her notebook from time to time.

In addition to finding a way to make travel commitments, Zatana herself is also a person who likes to listen to stories.

And Merlin's story, obviously exciting, quickly caught her attention.

On the second floor of the mysterious house, Xuanlan's figure quietly appeared in the shadow of the stairs. She looked at Merlin who was telling her past without reservation, and Zatanna who was immersed in the story. Lan shook his head strangely.

She turned and walked back to her room, and the moment the door was closed, she whispered:

"Some silly girls..."

"Just like moths jumping into a flame, and then...playing with fire and setting themselves on fire."

"Master Da Vinci, I have already persuaded your great-great-great-great-great-great-granddaughter, but unfortunately, she did not heed my warning, so no matter what happens later, it has nothing to do with me."

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While Merlin and Zatana were having "talk therapy" on the inner level, in another place in the human world, to be precise, in a private mansion in Washington, a slightly weird summoning ceremony was going on... In progress.

A few wizards dressed in very gloomy and dark clothes were surrounding a hospital bed, casting some sort of spell similar to a cult ritual.

On the hospital bed in front of them lay a weak and expressionless female patient.

This is an ordinary person who became a vegetative state a few years ago. Her family has abandoned her. She is facing a very miserable end, but when she is about to be thrown out of the hospital, a charity foundation helps her.

Helped her pay off the medical expenses, and then helped her handle the transfer in name, and now, this poor person who has long been cared for by no one, appeared at the scene where the magic was released, and her body will be used as a container to carry A soul about to return from the world of the dead.

"click"

Accompanied by the low and terrifying singing voices of those black wizards, a bone-chilling wind blew in the dark basement, mixed with the mournful wails that could make ordinary people pee their pants, like a door leading to It's like the gates of hell are being opened.

Soon, a slender soul looming slowly appeared in the cold magical wind. Her face was ferocious, just like a legendary ghost. She circled the hospital bed in the center of the ceremony twice, and then With the assistance of the black wizards, they attached to the vegetative person bit by bit.

"click"

There was another strange soft sound, and the vegetative person who had been in a coma for several years slowly raised his hand and made a "stop" movement.

The spellcasting of those black wizards stopped immediately.

They leaned aside respectfully and fearfully, waiting for the leader to wake up.

In the category of mysticism, there is a unique connection between the soul and the body. Unless the spirit is strong enough to allow the soul to exist alone, even for black wizards, it is necessary to realize the toy and reshape of the soul and body. , is not so easy.

But there are always exceptions to everything.

A few minutes later, in this dark basement, the vegetative person stretched out her hand with difficulty and pulled out the syringe on her wrist. With difficulty, she supported her body with her atrophied arms, and slowly leaned against the head of the bed.

A wizard immediately handed her a glass of viscous, green slime-like potion, and the latter took it, raised his head, and drank the disgusting liquid in one gulp.

"call..."

She let out a long breath.

This potion seemed to nourish her dry soul, allowing her to quickly recover to the point where she could move and speak.

She raised her head, and saw the red skull and octopus emblem outlined on the wall opposite her, which made her snort quite dissatisfied.Then she looked down at her body again, and after a while, with strong dissatisfaction, she said in a hoarse voice like tearing cloth:

"Poor magic induction, weak physical fitness, can't even run...Why don't you just take a doll as my new body? Can't you find a better body?"

"Don't blame them, my dear lady."

A voice sounded from the side of Mrs. Hydra who had just recovered. She turned her head and found a special communicator on the bedside table, and a familiar voice was ringing from the communicator.

"Our enemies are watching us. They are sensitive and dangerous, and they are always ready to stab their swords into our chests, so we must keep a low profile. This poor Ms. Larson is all we can find, The person who best meets your requirements."

"She's a...well, how do you say that word? Muggle? No-Maj? Squib?"

The voice that made Mrs. Hydra feel familiar said with a joke:

"Sorry, I'm not a wizard. I don't really understand these titles with a strong sense of distinction and irony. In fact, I think these things need to be eliminated in the new order."

"Enough, 'Speaker'!"

Lady Hydra waved her hand in disgust, and her most loyal subordinates quickly left the basement. After they left, Lady Hydra picked up the communicator and hung it on her ear with some difficulty. She lay back On the hospital bed, it seemed that he was planning to close his eyes and rest for a nap.

She was killed by Merlin a few years ago on a deserted island in the Caribbean Sea. Her soul wandered in the world of death for too long before she could feel the call. She is really tired now, and this body is a squib. She may It will take a long time to return to the previous ability to cast spells.

Worst of all, that failure made Lady Hydra lose the most important thing.

Book of Darkness...

It was such a disappointment that the book that gave her power had abandoned her and might have found another owner.

"Enough, Pierce..."

Lady Hydra, well, let's call her "Larson", which is the name of her second life.

Larson lowered his voice and said in an impatient tone:

"Pierce, you didn't bring me back at this time to talk about class and sarcasm. I knew you hydra were unreliable! You only think of me when you need me ,Right?"

"Don't be so angry, ma'am."

His Excellency Pierce on the other end of the communicator was attending a cocktail party organized by celebrities. While holding a glass of wine, he raised a smile to an old friend, then turned around and said softly:

"In the past few years, not only have you suffered bad luck and blows, many people have died or absconded. The person who killed you has killed too many of our fellow travelers. He and Fu Rui's teaming up even forced us to push into the shadows."

"It's not that I don't want to save you, really, but I also need to protect myself first."

Pierce took a sip of wine, he walked slowly to the balcony, he looked at the night in front of him, he said softly:

"He is a keen, best, best hunter. His eyes are all over the east coast, and any clues may be detected by him. Fortunately, we still found a chance."

"Oh?"

Mrs. Larson said playfully:

"Are you planning to fight back?"

"Ah."

Pierce stood alone in the quietest part of the reception, holding a glass of wine, and said softly:

"You can't hide forever, listen to me, I have a plan..."

(End of this chapter)