"The knowledge of mysticism."

When Merlin saw Zatanna appear here, he felt a little headache.

Recently, Merlin and Riven have not had a very good relationship. Because of Elsa, Riven should not be able to help her like before. Without Riven's assistance, Merlin's knowledge on the level of mysticism is completely insufficient to cope with Zatanna who has learned very quickly.

Every time this magician appears, her research on the power of mysticism will be deeper. Perhaps as Riven said, everyone has talent and a field that they are good at. The field that Miss Zatanna is good at in front of her is probably in the release of magic power.

As far as Merlin knows, Zatanna, born in a magical family, is not only good at mysterious side magic, but also has in-depth research on orthodox magic.

"Yes, some details about the knowledge."

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

She didn't need to ask Merlin for knowledge. The reason why she came to the mysterious house was very direct and simple.

In order to find her father's whereabouts, she had an agreement with the parchment paper of the Dark God Book to complete three solitudes with Merlin and one in-depth exchange within one year.

But now, seeing that there are less than a few days left in a year, she has only completed one solitude with Merlin.

The magic loop on her arm has been affected by time, and it has begun to affect her efficiency in casting spells. This seems to be a warning, urging her not to have fantasies and to fulfill the agreement honestly.

"Sorry, Zatanna."

Merlin hesitated for a few seconds, and then said frankly:

"I may not be able to help you during this period. I am studying a very complex super-level magic. I must devote myself to it. Any distraction may lead to a deviation in my understanding of this super-level magic."

"Super-level magic?"

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

"It's okay, Mr. Merlin, I'm a little too reckless. I came over without notifying you in advance."

"But, we've come here, maybe we can talk about something else."

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

"I feel that you are in a bad mood. Mr. Merlin, are you worried? Maybe you can find someone who won't reveal your secret to talk about it."

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

"Although I'm a stage magician, I took the elective program in college, but although I don't have a formal license in psychology, I think if you encounter mental and emotional problems, maybe I can help."

"You have to know that for spell casters like us, mental state is still very important, and it will affect many things. In the category of mysticism, a person's mental state often determines a person's fortune, and you and I have studied this aspect."

Zatanna seemed to have found her feelings. She spoke to Merlin with kindness:

"I mean, if there is a problem without solving it and letting the problem exist, then with the increase of strength, the inner haze can easily become a more terrifying thing. After all, we are spellcasters, our spirit is stronger than ordinary people, and in some cases, it can affect reality."

"Oh well."

Merlin hesitated for a moment, and he nodded. He felt that what Zatanna said made sense, so he said to Zatanna:

"Then let's ask for advice from professionals."

"Yes, yes."

Zatanna's eyes lit up. She pointed to the sofa beside her and said to Merlin:

"Then please lie here and relax. We can first conduct conversation treatment. Well, maybe we can go through the process step by step, divide it into two or more conversations to find the origin of the problem and then solve it."

Miss Magic's eyes rolled, and she said seriously:

"If conversation therapy doesn't work, then maybe we need to do a deep hypnosis. Believe me, Mr. Merlin, hypnosis sounds dangerous, but in fact, it's a method that psychologists often use."

She glanced at the second floor of the mysterious house, which was empty, but Zatanna knew that Xuanlan must have been watching her somewhere.

But Xuanlan knew that she had a secret, but did not come forward to stop her, which probably showed her tacit consent.

“Is there any in-depth communication at the physiological or psychological level that is more appropriate than hypnosis?”

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

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

“Can you start?”

"Yeah, of course."

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

She looked at Merlin and said:

"Let's start with the simplest level. I'm a doctor and you're a patient, so you don't need to hide Merlin from me. Let's talk about your past first. I need to know what happened in the past and don't worry about me leaking secrets."

She said to Merlin very seriously:

"After the treatment is over, you can wash away my memory with the forgetting spell, which will not reveal your secrets."

"All right."

Merlin closed her eyes and said that some things had been hidden in her heart for too long, so she really needed to find an opportunity to talk about them.

Isn’t there a saying that is very good? Find someone to share the pressure and the pressure will be reduced by half.

“My birth was accompanied by a disaster”

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

In addition to finding ways to travel, Zatanna herself is also a person who likes to listen to stories very much.

Merlin's story was obviously very exciting and quickly attracted her attention.

On the second floor of the mysterious house, Xuanlan's figure appeared silently in the shadow of the stairs. She looked at Meilin who was talking about her past without reservation and Zatanna who was immersed in the story. Xuanlan shook her head with a strange expression.

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

"Some silly girls"

"I just like to fly moths into the fire and then play with fire and burn yourself."

"Master Da Vinci, I have advised your great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-

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While Merlin and Zatanna were having a psychological "talk therapy" at the same time, in another part of the human world, to be precise, a slightly weird summoning ceremony was underway in a private residence in Washington.

Several wizards dressed in very dark and darkness were surrounding a hospital bed, casting some kind of spell similar to a cult ritual.

On the bed in front of them was a expressionless, weak female patient.

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

She paid her medical expenses and then helped her get a nominal transfer. Now, this poor person who had no one cared about appeared at the scene of releasing magic. Her body will serve as a container to carry a soul that is about to return from the world of death.

"Click"

Accompanied by the low and terrifying chanting of the dark wizards, the cold and cold wind blew in this dim basement, mixed with shrill wails that scared ordinary people to pee their pants, just like a door to hell being opened.

Soon, a faintly visible and slender soul slowly appeared in the cold magic wind. Her face was ferocious, like a legendary ghost. She circled around the hospital bed in the center of the ceremony twice, and then, with the assistance of other black wizards, attached to the vegetable body bit by bit.

"Click"

Another strange light sound, the vegetative man who had been unconscious for several years slowly raised his hand and made a "stop" action.

The black wizards' casting spells immediately stopped.

They leaned on the side with respect and fear, waiting for the leader to wake up.

In the category of occultism, there is a unique connection between spirit and flesh. Unless the spirit is strong enough to allow the soul to exist alone, it is not so easy for the dark wizards to realize the things and reshaping of the soul and body.

But there are always exceptions in everything.

Several minutes later, in this dim basement, the vegetable man stretched out his hand and pulled down the syringe on his wrist. She struggled to support her body with her atrophy arms, and slowly leaned against the head of the bed.

A wizard immediately handed her a glass of sticky, green mucus-like potion, who took it, raised his head and drank the disgusting liquid in one go.

"call"

She let out a long sigh.

This potion seemed to moisten her dry soul and quickly restored her to the point where she could move and speak.

She raised her head and saw the red skeleton octopus emblem outlined on the wall opposite her, which made her hum in dissatisfaction. Then she looked down at her body. After a moment, she said in a hoarse voice as if she had torn apart the fabric:

"The inferior magical sensing, weak physical fitness, and even running, why don't you just use a doll as my new body? Can't you find a better body?"

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

A voice sounded beside Mrs. Hydra, who had just recovered, and she turned her head and found that there was a special communicator placed on the bedside table, and a familiar voice was sounding from the communicator.

"Our enemies are paying attention to us. They are sensitive and dangerous, ready to stab our swords into our chests at all times, so we must act quietly. This poor Larson is already the one we can find and best suit your requirements."

"She is a um, how do you say that word? Muggle? Chicken? Or Squid?"

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

"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'!"

Mrs. Hydra waved her hand in disgust, and her most loyal subordinates quickly left the basement. After they left, Mrs. Hydra picked up the communicator and hung it on her ears with a little difficulty. She lay back on the hospital bed, as if she was going to close her eyes and rest for a rest.

She was killed by Merlin a few years ago on a desert island in the Caribbean. Her soul wandered in the world of death for too long before she could barely sense the call. She is really tired now, and this body is a squib. It may take her a long time to recover from her previous casting ability.
To be continued...