The moon is like a wolf's teeth hanging straight in the dark sky, biting through the rain and fog, covering up the smell of blood.

1895, England, London, light rain.

"No, I won't help you."

A man pulled out a pack of white-rimmed cigarettes from the pocket of his suit.

What he spoke was authentic Newspeak, which is some vernacular popular among young people, brought here from the ancient East.

The flame ignites the cigarette, and the smoke rises slowly and does not stay.

"You disrupted time and space. It was a mistake. If you admit your mistake early, there is still room for remediation."

He looked at the woman under the black robe. Her silvery white hair was particularly conspicuous among the blond British. She was not an old man, but she had such wonderful hair as the snow on earth.

"When the [Central Curve of Space-Time] was originally formulated, the door to space-time was no longer allowed to be opened arbitrarily. You haven't forgotten it, right?"

He changed from hanging the cigarette lightly to holding it between his lips and teeth.

The cigarette was swaying in his mouth, and the rain and mist were swaying fiercely in the fleeting light.

"I haven't forgotten, but I urgently need it now..."

The woman seemed to be telling her difficulties, but he interrupted him mercilessly.

"No, not at any time, not by anyone, this is a rule. This is a strict time and space rule. If you are targeted by the [Disaster of the Era], you will die without a complete body."

He took a puff of the cigarette, and the flame became brighter and brighter, as if a fire had been ignited under the moonlight of the dark night that would never go out.

"Once it deviates from the central curve, everything will be unstable and no one can control it. If there is any trouble, let alone you, even a lower-level epochal disaster... will also suffer."

"Death is chasing me, Merlin."

She called out nothing but his name.

She must ask him for help.

"I have no choice, Merlin, I must go back! Go back there, otherwise everything will be worse."

Merlin frowned tightly and put down his bowler hat. He wanted to say no, but he hesitated because he knew what she wanted to say.

Then, he quietly said "no".

Then, he switched to a pure London accent.

"This is impossible, Ms. Wen Qian, don't you know how much risk you took by sending [Arthur] to [Avalon]? I remember you were there at the time, and I think you know how serious the consequences are.

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"This is something that can never be replicated again. What's more, [Lin Zhen] is nowhere to be found. Even if you beg me, I'm not able to do it."

He didn't say I don't want to help you, but said this directly to let her know that Merlin would most likely not help her.

Wen Qian's black robe covered her white hair, and her calm face showed a sudden and extremely vicissitudes of life.

"Yes, I know you won't help me, but I'm still lucky and hope you can help me. In such a long time, I think only you can help me."

She was a little frustrated.

"The child of destiny has been born. When all things end, it will be too late, Merlin. I am here now, not to beg you as a [prophet], but to see you as a friend."

Wen Qian lowered her head and looked at the crystal ball in her hand.

There is an emptiness inside, the illusion of nothing.

"Whether it's you or me, we should know that we have no power to change the prophecy. Everything will go on step by step. The past will be the past, and the end will be the end. This is the history."

She turned around.

"No matter what, I will ask for your help. It is only this time that I need your help. Let me go back. Please, Merlin, I must go back...so that I can feel at ease."

Merlin looked at her back, his frown suddenly moved away, and he threw his head into the water. It was the newly fallen rain that chased and intercepted a small piece of brick on the ground, and sank into the water, shining brightly with it.

The wolf fangs in the sky reflect each other.

And when the fire of smoke entered the water, it went out with a roar, and the crescent moon was smashed into silver waves, and then it calmed down in an instant.

Everything calmed down again. As Merlin spoke, black crows flew through the sky and landed on the top floor of the Tower of London. Big Ben trembled quietly.

One sound, two sounds, and gradually, twelve sounds fell.

"War is unavoidable, Ms. Wen Qian, with all due respect, the world used to be full of disputes, killings, and wars. You can't hope that the world will be peaceful for so many years and then really believe that there will be no more wars in this world."

"That world is the same."

Merlin pushed his hat down again, and he no longer looked up.

"If you feel guilty, you'd better not take yourself too seriously. Ms. Wen Qian, I admire your courage back then and your willingness to stand up for justice for the demon world. However, if it weren't for that woman, I would

I don’t think I will bring you here.”

"This is your refuge. As long as you return to that world again, you will definitely start a war again. After all, you are a human-shaped wish container. Although you have an ancient oriental name, don't forget that you are

The essence of being a wish container is, don't let anyone know that you can make their wish come true."

"Whether their wishes are dirty or not."

Merlin spoke with ease and gritted his teeth, like a stream of advice.

And she was not speechless, but kept looking at the crystal ball in her hand, looking at everything in it, and then watching it slowly sink into the palm of her hand, disappearing without a trace.

"I will give you one last piece of advice, Ms. Wen Qian, the Holy Grail should be like the Holy Grail, rather than caring about the life and death of human beings. You must understand that those bodies contaminated by desire will not have pure souls, even the so-called

The child of destiny can make an earth-shattering wish, but for you, it is just a tool."

"Living here is more relaxing and comfortable than living there. Don't daydream."

As soon as Merlin finished speaking, Wen Qian wanted to speak again, but Merlin stretched out a hand and stopped her.

Merlin snorted coldly and stared at Wen Qian with his beautiful purple eyes.

The white human snow was blown away by the wind and swayed in the rain and mist. The crescent moon gradually became brighter and brighter, making Merlin's stern expression hidden under the hat shine pale and solemn.

"Prophetists must also remain silent so that their predictions can come true."

After saying that, Merlin straightened out his long windbreaker and wrapped the scarf around his neck.

It was a piece of clothing that was too British. The windbreaker blocked the rain, blocked the wind, and blocked Merlin's veil.

He was as serious and terrifying as anyone who had ever lived in England. Facing the rolling steam train, a black vortex flashed out of the way and came to the inner room of the train.

Wen Qian watched him leave, but her thoughts never stopped.

She looked at the crows on the Big Ben clock tower in the distance and clenched her fists.
Chapter completed!