"Dingdong"

The sound of the doorbell echoed in the quiet room, and Merlin, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened her eyes.

He looked out the window, it was already night.

From the early morning to the evening, Merlin was still very tired, and her physical fatigue had dissipated. This bad feeling came from her restless soul.

He got up from the bed, lowered his head and saw the pillow soaked in blood. Merlin reached out to wipe his nose, and the sticky blood immediately covered his fingers.

"It's getting more and more frequent."

Merlin frowned and wiped the blood from under her nose, then folded the pillow and bedspread together and threw it into the washing machine of the house.

The doorbell was still ringing, and Merlin shook her head and tried to make herself more awake.

He was dizzy, as if he hadn't woken up yet. He walked to the door and opened the door. He saw Garrett wearing casual clothes waiting for him at the door.

"Boy, it's time to have a meal."

The old cowboy-like agent said to Merlin. He saw Merlin's bad face and said with concern:

"Did you not have a good rest? Or are you sick?"

"I'm fine."

Merlin reached out and pushed her glasses, giving Gatler a smile, and he said:

"Maybe it's not very adaptable to London weather, anyway, I'm fine. Wait a moment, John, I'll change my clothes and we'll set off."

"Okay. I'm waiting for you downstairs. The restaurant is very close and we can walk over."

Seeing that Merlin didn't want to talk about this, the old agent stopped and asked decisively.

As a senior agent, Gatler knew very well that everyone had their own secrets, and it was very offensive to spy on others' secrets.

"Bang"

The door closed again.

Merlin took a few steps back, her body suddenly fogged, and appeared in the bathroom a few seconds later.

He clasped his fists and looked at himself in the mirror. His abilities were not affected. His body was still strong and powerful. Even the dark senses were functioning normally. He was not injured at all.

But what is reflected in the mirror is a soul that is immersed in darkness.

The erosion of the soul and body by the magic of darkness has accumulated a bottleneck. The increasing frequent nosebleeds and nightmares mean that Merlin is getting closer to the darkness.

It's like a train that is slowly accelerating and rushing towards the darkness.

Under the impact of the drizzle of water, Merlin clenched his fists, and he was already looking for it very hard.

But he couldn't find a way to slow down, he couldn't find a way to weaken the magic of darkness. He got scattered information like puzzles from many places, but now he lacks a crucial link to put these puzzles together.

He could only sit helplessly in the train that was already fast, watching as he was about to break through the restrictions and into the dark realm.

He will not become a half-demon immediately, this is still a transformation process.

But it's like some kind of malignant disease. Once it enters the onset, the speed of transformation and erosion will get faster and faster. Finally one day, Merlin Riley will completely disappear, and the one that remains in this body will be a twisted dark soul.

Half Demon Merlin.

A monster about to be born.

Nearly 10 minutes later, Merlin, wearing a gray casual shirt and jeans, walked out of the hotel, where Gatler was already waiting for him.

The commander of this European branch has a tough style and can give people a full sense of security. He has a strong sense of power in every move. Once he is familiar with him, he will involuntarily obey him.

This is a very charming agent and a very excellent commander.

However, Agent Gatler also has secrets. And it can't be hidden from Merlin.

In Merlin's eyes, Gatler's vitality is very strange. Although he is stronger than ordinary people, he always feels poor circulation.

Merlin pushed his glasses. In his spiritual vision, he could see that there was an area on Agent Gatler's waist that was not pure flesh and blood, but some kind of precise bionic instrument.

It is in harmony with Gatler's flesh and blood and plays a part of the circulatory system.

"In 1988, outside Vienna, Agent Gatler and Fury were on a mission together, but something unexpected happened. Agent Gatler was seriously injured and said to have even broken his intestines."

This piece of information appeared in Merlin's mind.

This was not what he imagined out of thin air, but the facts that were discovered through the conversation between Gatler and Fury when they formed a team to rescue Alexander Pierce a few days ago.

In front of you, the strange metal organ in the old agent's body should be the "soccasional" left behind after that attack.

It is really hard to imagine that a life can survive tenaciously in such a posture. He should have been dead, but now he is still living tenaciously, even more tenaciously than ordinary people.

"Well. A respectable warrior."

This thought came to Merlin's mind:

"A warrior who crossed death."

This was his preliminary evaluation of Agent Gatler. He walked forward and greeted the old agent. The two walked along the streets of the Old Town of London to the restaurant they had booked.

This is a banquet that welcomes the world and is also a gathering for the soldiers who have been on the battlefield to deepen their relationship with each other. During this period of the Strategic Science Legion, through Fury's series of words and deeds, Merlin has already learned a truth.

Friends are like toilet paper under the toilet bowl.

It is absolutely no harm to prepare a few more volumes in your daily life.

"Hahaha, you don't know what expression Fury, who had bullets on the battlefield outside Vienna, looked at me in 1988."

In the restaurant, Gatler, who was slightly drunk, slapped the table and told Merlin about the past. He had a vivid expression on his face and said to Merlin:

"He was like seeing a ghost, he shouted:

"Oh my God! Did you crawl out of hell?"

"Hahaha"

Gatler imitated Fury's tone, and the vivid voice made Merlin laugh. After laughing, Merlin picked up the wine glass and raised it to Garrett, and he said:

"That must be painful, right? I mean, from the place where the bomb was blown up, climbing to the safe area, and dragging the broken intestines."

"It hurts, it hurts very much."

The old agent breathed a sigh of relief. He subconsciously touched the piece of metal on his waist, and he said to Merlin:

"I still remember the pain. For more than ten minutes, I felt like I had been thrown into hell. I even felt like I had seen the scenery of hell, but I gritted my teeth and climbed out step by step."

"I crawled back to the earth from hell, scaring the bastards who were about to retreat."

The old agent took a sip of wine and said to Merlin:

"Your young people are much happier now. You will never experience the same kind of mission as a killing battlefield. In our era, such missions were common, especially in Eastern Europe, on the territory of the Russians. For a while, every agent had to leave a suicide note before accepting the mission."

"Anyone around you, even yourself, may never go back. You have relatives and children waiting at home, maybe they are lovers. It's too cruel."

Gatler seemed to be trapped in past memories, and he said softly with a little emotion:

"It's hard for you to understand the cruelty of being left to die, the pain of being deeply trapped in hell."

"What if I say, what have I experienced it?"

Merlin drank the remaining little wine in his hand in one go. Under the stimulation of alcohol, he was a little drunk. He coughed a few times and whispered:

"Gatler, what you were torn apart in 1988 was your body, and what I was torn apart in 1989 was your soul. I don't know which one hurts more, but if you talk about the scenery of hell, I seem to have seen it in Wisconsin, the empty wilderness."

"Magic, something that shouldn't exist, ruined me and created another me."

Gatler listened quietly to Merlin's story. He poured another glass of wine for Merlin without hesitation. After Merlin finished speaking, the old agent raised the wine glass and said to Merlin:

"Come on, have another drink!"

"This cup, respect the pain we have experienced, respect the past we never want to recall!"

"No."

Merlin shook his head, he picked up his glass and gently collided with Gatler's glass, he said:

"Salute to new friends!"

"Haha, right! Right! Respect new friends!"

Gatler laughed and drank the wine in his hand. Merlin saw the old agent so generously, and he also drank the wine in one sip. As a result, the alcohol rushed straight into his forehead, causing him to cough several times, which attracted the old agent's ridicule with kindness.

"Ahem, I don't drink much."

Merlin stopped coughing and explained:

"When I was a kid, I mean, my adoptive father, he was a very traditional person, and he didn't like children drinking very much."

Merlin almost said James' full name, but the reason in his mind changed him to a name. He looked at Gatler, but found that the latter was looking at him with a strange look.

"What's wrong?"

Merlin asked in confusion.

Gatler picked up the tissue on the table and handed it to Merlin. The old agent's expression became a little cautious, he said:

"You're bleeding."

"Um?"
To be continued...