“I like the dishes at this restaurant, the taste is great and the wine is good.”

At noon, the Colsons, who had completed a perfect dinner, walked out of the restaurant.

James Colson, Merlin's adoptive father, was also a physical education teacher in Merlin's high school years.

This middle-aged man who is healthy and slightly fat is in high spirits. He met several acquaintances in the restaurant, so he drank a few more drinks and is now a little drunk.

He walked with Merlin, and Mrs. Colson and her poor-emotioned young son Phil walked behind.

"I said, Merlin, and Phil, what's wrong with you two? You looked depressed when you were having dinner."

James lowered his voice and asked with concern. Merlin didn't want to worry his family, nor did he want to tell his inner secrets. So he shrugged and said to his father with ease:

"It's just a trouble for young people. Dad, don't care. I was thinking about something just now. After I left home in August, why not just lock the farm and move it to the city with my mother. You can take better care of Phil and take better care of yourself."

"That farm cannot be closed, my Merlin."

James, who already had white hair on his head, shook his head stubbornly and said to Merlin, who regarded him as his biological son:

"The ancestral home that your parents left for you was demolished, and I couldn't save it for you. Later, I exchanged the money for this farm. This is the only property I can leave for you, and it is also my promise to Wilton and May. They are my best friends. We grew up together and I watched you be born with my own eyes."

James remembered the past, he breathed a sigh of relief, patted his eldest son on the shoulder, and said:

"Don't worry, Merlin, go to New York to study. Your cousin Mei is already married there, and she will take care of you on our behalf. As for the matter on Wisconsin, you don't have to worry about it. I will find someone to take care of that farm."

"Dad, you know, I don't care about this."

Merlin held James' arm, he looked back at his mother and brother, and he said to James:

"I have hardly seen my parents since I was born. You and my mom raised me. I don't care much about inheritance or something. You know, I have the ability to support myself and you. I'm thinking, maybe we should move out of Wisconsin, or you guys, or you guys go to New York with me?"

"New York? No."

James shook his head and said:

"My grandfather's grandfather came to this land from Europe until now, every generation of the Colson family has grown up and grown up here. I don't go to New York, the big city where demons dance. I know you are a good child, Merlin, you treat us well, but believe that we, children, can take good care of ourselves after you leave home."

"All right."

Meilin also knew that his proposal just now was just a hot mind, and perhaps it was related to the mysterious illusion I saw this morning. The sudden appearance of that thing disrupted Meilin's 18 years of peaceful life and also made him, who had always been calm, reveal a hint of panic that he should not have.

But after all, he is just a young man, and may have experienced more weird things than other young people, but this does not mean how powerful he is.

"I will come back to see you often."

Merlin opened the car door and hesitated a little whether to drive by himself, or continued to let Phil drive, but he didn't hesitate for too long, so he sat in the driver's seat. He twisted the rearview mirror and said to his parents:

"I promise, one call a week, and I'll come back as soon as I'm off, or you can go to New York to see me."

"I can move to your study after you leave."

Phil sat on the other side, put on his seat belt, and said to his brother:

"And the garage, you'll leave Lora for me, right? You won't drive it away! Right?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, my Phil."

Merlin blinked and said to Phil:

"I can leave everything to you, but Lola is only, Lola is mine."

"No!!!"

The troubles of the young man come and go quickly. In just one meal, Phil recovered from the disaster of emotional deception. He pretended to be desperate and let out a wail, which caused the three people in the car to laugh.

In this joyful atmosphere, Merlin looked around and looked around before starting the car. This time, the figure did not appear again. Until he drove onto the road and drove back to the farm, there was nothing wrong with it.

It seems that everything that happened before was just a trivial illusion.

This also made Meilin breathe a sigh of relief-

However, at the time when the Colsons were having fun, on a high slope of a grassy field several kilometers away, the mysterious man was standing there. He reached out and picked the brim of his hat and looked into the direction of the Colsons Farm. Under the brim of the hat, a playful smile flashed in his eyes.

"Little Merlin, are you ready?"

He said to himself that his fingers with black gloves flipped over and a golden pocket watch appeared in his hand. With a crisp sound, the pocket watch flipped open, revealing the precision machinery that was more than ten times more complicated than a normal pocket watch.

The mysterious man looked down at "time", and his mouth moved, as if he was talking to someone he could not see.

"Tonight, just tonight, the first 'turn' of the Destiny Bone Dice, it will be projected on Merlin's destiny. I will watch the whole time and then go back to report to you."

The correspondent on the other side seemed to ask a question, which made the smile on the mysterious person's face even more intense.

He looked up, glanced at the direction of Colson Farm, and replied:

"Of course, I guess Little Merlin is ready. He may even be a little impatient, just like us who have been waiting for a long time. Although 18 years are just an afternoon tea time in our opinion."

The mysterious man seemed to have a strong conversation. He wanted to continue talking and express his literary temperament that he had nowhere to rest. But after a few words, the mysterious man's eyes suddenly turned to another direction, and his eyes shrank, as if he was observing the power slowly rising under the earth in the distance.

A moment later, he said to the correspondent on the other end:

"Let's stop talking about it, it's watching here. It's coming soon. I'm going to hang up. I don't want your big guy to scare it away."

"Just like that, wait for my good news."

The mysterious man stretched out his black gloves' fingers and tapped the air in front of him. The light around his body was leaping like a closed curtain. In an instant, he enveloped the strangely dressed mysterious man. A gust of wind blew, erasing all the traces he left on the earth, as if he had never existed.

The mysterious man himself is actually still standing there, but he seems to be standing in another dimension.

Allowing the blue cloak behind him to be blown in the ethereal and pale wind, he looked at the Colson Farm, watching the dark red aura under the earth rise slowly in the invisible sight of mortals, like a fog looking for prey.

It is irritable, greedy, arrogant and angry, like a longing for caress of lovers, and has the desire to devour the entire earth. It is jealous of all this, everything under the sun, this world favored by the Creator, and it is always looking out from its own hell, and the whispers of darkness are echoing, like an indescribable abyss.

That is obviously an evil force that does not belong to the human world.

"Three Palaces"

The mysterious man shook his head, stared at the extremely sophisticated pocket watch in his hand, and whispered:

"You haven't made any progress after so many years. But how do you say that, you are still welcome to join this game."

"I wish you a happy game."

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Merlin did not notice the abnormality.

He didn't know the gazes he was watching behind, just as he didn't know that after tonight, his fate would turn to another road.

After having dinner with my family, everything was normal for the whole afternoon, and there was no weird plot in the nonsense superhero comics that Phil liked to read.

The earth did not crack, the water flowed backwards, and the livestock did not die. Everything was so beautiful and so normal.

Until night came, Merlin, with the help of Phil, replaced the last fire plug for his soon-to-be car Lola. Now he only needs to fill up the gas. This classic red convertible sports car from 1962 can gallop on this land again.

When Meilin thought of that scene, she couldn't help feeling relaxed and happy.

His adoptive father James likes cars very much. Although he is limited by his financial ability and cannot collect those really good cars, Lola is definitely James' best collection. Now, this real "lady" is about to belong to Merlin.

"Phil, help me get the pipe pliers, Phil?"

Merlin, who was busy at the bottom of the car, was checking for the last time, shouting his brother's name, but received no response. The whole garage was very quiet, which made Merlin's heart beat. He hurried out of the car, but found that Phil was lying on a shelf in the corner of the garage.

The young man was already asleep at some point. Judging from his expression, he seemed to be having a beautiful dream.

"All right."

Merlin did not disturb his brother's good dream. He took the pliers himself, cleaned the car thoroughly, washed the oil on his fingers, and then sat in Lola's driver's seat as the owner for the first time.

His fingers rubbed the clean and clean car, as if touching the perfect skin of a beautiful woman. His fingers finally placed on the steering wheel. Merlin smiled, his smile full of satisfaction and pride.

Which man doesn't like cars?

Especially when it still belongs to you.

"ah"

Merlin leaned against her seat, stretched her body, stretched her body, and stretched her waist. He raised his arm and looked at the watch on his wrist. It was dusk. The beautiful sunset was shining through the gaps in the garage into the dim garage interior.

All of this is so quiet that it makes people want to have a good sleep here.

So he closed his eyes

"Bang"

A soft sound suddenly woke Merlin from his rest. He opened his eyes and was still sitting in Lora's driver's seat. Phil was still lying on the shelf and sleeping soundly. But in front of Lora, a man in an ancient black dress and a long white hair was tapping Lora's hood with his fingers, making crisp knocks.

Merlin looked at the uninvited guy. He had never seen this man nearby. He noticed that there were some dark red lines on the man's cheeks that looked like scars. They didn't look normal and had a weird feeling.

"Don't touch Lora!"

Merlin opened the car door and he instinctively scolded.

Behind him, his left hand quietly grabbed the tube pliers at his hand. Once this heavy thing was waving, it could easily blow a man's head.

In a strange environment, the down-to-earth feeling of holding a weapon in your hand can always make people feel at ease.

Meilin stood several meters away from the man. Under his scolding, the strange man stopped knocking on the hood. He looked back at Meilin as if he was looking at a rare item.

It was not until this time that Merlin noticed that the man's eyes were dark red, and apart from these eyes, as long as he looked away, the man's face would be immediately forgotten in his mind.

This is obviously abnormal!

His fingers clamped the tubes again.
To be continued...