"it's a pity."

At some unknown point, the mysterious boss, wearing a black robe, wearing an eye mask on his left eye, and his whole body was surrounded by a cold and silent aura, sighed regretfully.

His name is "Death".

In the projection before him, Merlin was saying goodbye to Agent Gatler, while the young wizard Hermione was hiding in the cafe across the road, waiting for Merlin.

The light of the bone dice, which represents "luckiness", is dimming little by little, which means that the "luckiness" he gave to Merlin has completely disappeared.

"Just a little bit, right?"

Opposite him, sitting his opponent.

It was a big boss wearing a gem-inlaid bracelet and a casual suit.

The overlord's hands were placed on the gambling table where stars shine. At his hand, a bone dice that represents the "demon" was also broken like glass.

This means that the "devil" effect exerted by the boss on Merlin has come to an end.

The result of the first round of air-to-air fights between the two people in this way seems to be evenly matched.

"It's just a little bit, he's going to become a real demon. The dark road is only one last step away and will come to an end."

The Overlord was also a little regretful. He reached out to pick up the pale dice in the center of the gambling table. The thing looked like there were only 6 sides, but there were dazzling patterns on each side that were beating. Each pattern represented a symbolic thing and also represented the big things that Merlin would encounter next in the ever-expanding life.

This is a mysterious hundred-faced dice left from the last epoch of the multiverse, and it is called "Fate".

Just like its name, every turn of it can determine the trend of destiny.

“But Merlin is lucky enough.”

Death said indifferently:

"He has been away from the demonic path, and your expectations for darkness have failed."

"oh?"

A strange smile appeared on the Overlord's face. He looked at the God of Death opposite the gambling table and said:

"Is it really a failure?"

"are you sure?"

"You must understand, Lord Terion, the bone dice of fate is a very special thing, and there is a connection between every part of fate it brings to Merlin. The dice we throw is just a few trivial introductions."

"It is like a pair of hands that cannot be seen, constantly interfering with Merlin's future. The future is uncertain, but the repeated superposition of multiple factors will eventually push him into the end of his fate. A good gambler must learn to take advantage of the situation. Let those seemingly unexpected factors overlap little by little, and finally get the results he wants."

"What I want to tell you is that the seeds leading to darkness have been planted!"

The Overlord was like announcing his victory in advance. He threw out the heavy dice in his hand. The dice jumped several times over the table, and then fell steadily on the gambling table in the center of the two people. An illusory icon appeared above the dice.

It looked like a night sky, and in the night sky, there were bright stars shining.

"Oh, the stars are in the night!"

The overlord knocked on the table and said with sigh:

"The stars illuminate the way forward, but there is still a crisis hidden in the night. Can our little Merlin discover the hidden dark crises around him in the next round?"

"I have no idea."

Death simply replied, his fingers hooked, and the heavy bone dice of fate fell into his palm. He threw the dice out, and he said:

"But unknown, isn't it the fun of gambling?"

"Bang"

The dice rolled in the air and eventually fell into the gambling table, and another icon appeared above the gambling table condensed by stars.

It was a team of soldiers holding battle flags and holding swords and shields, surrounded by a mighty knight riding on a war horse, as if he was about to rush to the battlefield.

"Loyal and brave guard."

Death looked at the icon and he whispered:

"Even though the battlefield is full of death and crisis, the loyal guards will never abandon their friends. It seems that Merlin will no longer be alone in this dark road."

"People with friends will never be afraid of failure."

"Haha. Don't be so optimistic, let's wait and see."

The overlord smiled, and turned his head and in front of the gambling table, in the middle of the two, a guy wearing a wide robe and strange hairstyle, looked like an old man full of energy. At this moment, he opened his hands, just like a referee, and announced in a majestic voice:

"The first round of the story ends!"

"Both sides are ready. Let me give you a friendly reminder. If you want to cheat, then it is best to be smarter and not be caught by me!"

"The second round of the story begins!"

"Swish"

A ray of light dissipated, just like the first ray of light emitted from the initial birth of the universe, illuminating the endless stars at this moment.

But it seems that nothing has happened.

—

"Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital for a check-up? Merlin."

At the entrance of the restaurant, Gatler looked at Merlin with a worried look on his face, and he said:

"Repeated nosebleeds are not good signs. Maybe you are already sick, but you don't know."

"I know, I know very well about my situation."

Merlin used her coat to cover the blood on her shirt while saying to Gatler:

"Don't worry, John, I'm sure I'm fine. You go back and rest first. Remember to call me when you're going to Paris."

"Forget it."

Gatler patted Merlin on the shoulder, and he said with a hint of concern:

"There is no urgent matter in Paris that needs your help. You will stay in London for a while and have a good rest. Remember to tell me if anything happens. Although Kohler's hand cannot reach out to Europe, you must be careful of threats from other forces."

"Yeah, I understand."

Merlin nodded and said:

"I will keep in touch with you all the time."

"Okay, you can rest early, I'll leave first."

Gatler said goodbye to Merlin, and the old cowboy finally nodded to Merlin, then sat in a black sedan beside him, and soon disappeared into the streets of London under the night.

Merlin breathed a sigh of relief as she watched Garrett leave.

He raised his head and looked at the cafe across the street. Hermione, who had just saved one of him, was waving at him in the window.

Merlin looked at the 12-year-old girl, and there was a hint of expectation and anxiety in his heart.

The appearance of this little wizard who had met once means that Merlin finally found a key to entering the magic world. If he was lucky enough, then in the little girl Hermione, he could find a way to suppress the dark magic that constantly expands and erodes in his soul.

I hope so.

Merlin walked into the cafe and sat opposite Hermione, looking at the little girl who was digging ice cream with a spoon in front of her.

Compared with 3 years ago, the appearance of Hermione's little girl has not changed much.

She still had the fluffy hairstyle she had back then, with her long golden hair on her shoulders. Her mouth that was always pursed gave the little girl a sense of seriousness, but the weird light that flashed from time to time in her eyes meant that she was not actually a very obedient and traditional girl.

Well, the good girl won’t be wandering outside when it’s near the middle of the night.

"Why did you show up in this restaurant?"

Meilin asked, the little girl ate the ice cream and replied casually:

"I'm having dinner with my friend, and my house is nearby. Why did you suddenly appear in London? And who was that uncle just now?"

Hermione asked excitedly:

"That uncle's breath is very cold, just like a killer in the movie."

"That's my colleague."

Merlin hid some details and said to Hermione:

"I came to London on a business trip. I want to stay in Europe for a while. Speaking of which, when did you become a wizard? I remember the last time I met, you were still an ordinary little girl. Well, I was so brave."

“It’s been 1 year ago.”

Hermione shrugged and said to Merlin:

"I received a letter from an owl, and then signed up in a school like a castle that I had never heard of before, and then became a little wizard."

"Um."

Merlin could not imagine the experience Hermione described. After a few seconds, he said a little stiffly:

“It sounds like a cool story.”

"You seem to have experienced a lot of cool stories, Merlin."

Hermione suddenly smiled and stretched out her hand, trying to grab Merlin's glasses, but under the dark perception, her movement of reaching her hand was like slow release, and Merlin easily avoided it.
To be continued...