Marquez swallowed, and he was about to go outside and ask if there was anything to feed Merlin.

Everyone knows the birth of the new Merlin. As for why they did not celebrate each other, they were afraid that the things they made would backfire themselves, and their lives would be lost at that time, but it would not be cost-effective. So no one is willing to knock on Marquez's door now. They just gloat about Marquez's misfortune. They were equivalent to having a bomb with them and they did not have mercy.

Marquez, who had never turned around, seemed not aware of this, and even Fregra left his words to him. He now looked at Merlin as a hungry child, but he just didn't cry. He proved with practical actions that he was a man with a knife-mouthed mouth and a tofu heart.

After a while, he had already run the First Sanctuary. No matter how he knocked on the door, no one answered. Someone pushed him away rudely and asked him to find another place and not let him disturb him.

"Oh, hey..." Marquez's whole face was wrinkled. He was a little confused now. Should he go to the town to buy some milk powder to help him, but he always felt that it was a bit unfair to let Meilin drink milk powder.

What if he is stupid when he drinks him? It is said that someone secretly applies the magic spell to food recently. If he drinks it, it will be troublesome. In fact, this is Marquez's curiosity at work. The idea of ​​letting men degenerate and produce milk seems absurd, but it has a little use. For example, now, Little Merlin is sucking his fingers, his eyes full of thirst for food, and after he moved to his new home, he has nothing.

If this happens, it would be bad if the superiors feel that he has treated Merlin badly. Well, Marquez successfully convinced himself to develop such a useless magic.

In fact, the original magic power contained in [Original Rune] is originally an attributeless magic power. After engraving magic patterns in the dirt tower, warlocks often choose the general direction they want to explore and leave the others aside.

But Marquez, who is highly curious, certainly would not do this. After all, the magic power required by mysterious spells such as illusion is attributeless magic.

There are advantages and disadvantages to the unattributed magic. The advantage is that it is very functional and widely used. More importantly, the unattributed magic can be transformed into various magic that the caster wants according to the will of the warlock, and it is more flexible in some emergency situations. The disadvantage is that it lacks aggressiveness. After all, the unattributed magic is basically used to move things and other things besides illusions. The most important thing about the magic spell is that it can be preserved without any awareness. As long as the caster wants it, it will not be a problem even for a hundred or eighty years.

Marquez picked up his wand again and waved it in the air, and a roll of parchment and magic pen fell into his hands quickly.

"Feature study on the growth of males and milk production." Marquez blushed and wrote down the purpose of the research on it.

As a rigorous person, he still had to record some basic data, which might be useful. However, Merlin, who was not far away, had a trace of resentment in his eyes, and the sound of whining became louder and louder. The chill came from behind Marquez again, so that he doubted whether this little kid had any superpowers that made him so restless.

Indeed, although Merlin cannot take the initiative to perform magic, as a semi-spirited person, his current thoughts and thoughts can indeed have a certain impact on the outside world, such as now.

The two souls were entrenched in the same person's body, and there was no fight miraculously. The soul belonging to the nightmare did not move, but quietly mobilized Meilin's body to absorb the power of runes from the outside world, which was displayed as a convenience for spiritual creatures. However, Meilin's soul belonging to Meilin was scrambling restlessly and cried loudly there. He was hungry and wanted to eat. Now the only thing he could eat was milk.

The soul of the nightmare obviously hated the crying look of Merlin's soul, but he couldn't do anything to him, because he found that his soul mark was actually integrated with him. As long as he dared to devour the little guy in front of him, he probably had to finish playing. Besides... unlike other nightmares, this nightmare does not require all kinds of souls as food.

It craved more.

Therefore, Nightmare is preparing to help Xiao Meilin, which releases its own aura, hoping that the ignorant human in front of him can bring food quickly and make the little guy quieter.

Marquez felt nothing wrong. He quickly looked at Merlin who was sobbing, and his brows frowned. Marquez simply tried to kill himself, waved his hand and called two pieces of parchment paper, preparing to use magic to carve the initial magic pattern on it. This is the so-called "** technique".

Marquez regretted why he had thought of such a bad idea? If he hadn't thought of it at the time, he wouldn't have had such a great desire to try this magic spell. The most important thing is that he had to put two ** on his chest...

Although Marquez can eliminate the effect of the surgery with a wave of his hand, it is really shameful if he is seen.

"In my name, Marquez."

The names of everyone within the Meilin Cult are blocked by the contractual art. They will eventually become a drop in the ocean.

Marquez's palm emitted a bright white light, and the magic patterns were stripped off from the surface of the skin in a sparse manner and attached to the yellowed parchment paper.

"Oh..." Marquez stared at the magic pattern forming and covered his face in a collapse.

A golden circle quickly formed on the surface of the parchment paper, and the dark golden magic silk thread burned a flowing technique on the parchment paper, quickly filling the magic circle in front of it.

How about it—

They were two golden ** made of magic patterns. The light flashed and darkened, and it seemed to be shaking in a trance. Marquez didn't seem to have thought that just ** would not work. With **, you can't get breast milk. After all, he doesn't have a girlfriend now, let alone a child. He just briefly understood the body structure of a woman, and didn't know all of it.

This out-of-contextuality has created Marquez today. He lifted up his clothes without hesitation, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and put the magic pattern on his chest.

"It hurts... it hurts!" I watched a wisp of white eyes appear from my chest, and the burning pain from my body made Marquez scream in pain.

This is the preliminary magic pattern engraving, which can be eliminated at will, so the pain is greatly reduced. If it is a magic pattern construction, it must be wiped out through special cleaning props, and some precious magic materials must be used when engraving, and the burning sensation will increase exponentially.

If he was given such a blow now, he would probably be in shock.

However, the knights were not afraid of pain, and they smiled and begged them to add runes to their strength increase or defense increase, and then delivered their handfuls of gold to the magic pattern builder.

With Marquez's knowledge, he can definitely be a third-level magic pattern designer, but the Meilin Sect has extremely strict regulations and he is not allowed to make money.

The first feeling this magic pattern gave Marquez was that his chest was heavy. Two huge balls appeared out of thin air, which made Marquez a little uncomfortable. The excitement kept echoing in Marquez's mind. Although this was a very common thing, he was also proud of his superb magic skills. He was able to achieve a success rate of 90%, surpassing all other chaotic magicians.

"Ahem..." He coughed twice, held his two huge *** in his hands, and silently complained in his heart why he thought it so big at the beginning, and it would be great if it was a little smaller.

This may be the first time in his life that he has touched such a huge **. It is really shameful. It makes him collapse instantly.

Merlin seemed to understand what Marquez did, and suddenly screamed, waved his little fist angrily, and expressed his protest. Marquez felt that he should make up for women's physiological knowledge.

In Merlin's body, the nightmare soul was also stunned. He felt that something was wrong with the person in front of him, and he didn't know how this guy survived to this day.

Bang bang bang bang!

There seemed to be a knock at the door.

Crunch-

The door was easily opened, and Marquez did not lock the door just now. It was a milkman holding a big breast can. He just put the milk can in his arms on the cabinet in front of Marquez's house and was about to leave quickly. After all, this is the rule of the Merlin Holy Land. Marquez looked at each other and looked at each other. Marquez lowered his head and looked at the two huge ** on his chest, his mind was blank. The milkman was stunned and came to his senses. It was obvious that he was trying very hard to hold back his laughter, his cheeks flushed.

And it's very failed.

“Hahahahahahahahahahaha——!”

"You you you! Don't run away! Hey-!"
Chapter completed!