Loyce had already left. An hour later, Merlin had finished the half bottle of red wine. He stood up shakily, picked up his coat, and walked out of the courtyard.
The cold night wind slapped against his face, dispelling his drunkenness.
Compared to the past, Gudilesi was still brightly lit. However, there were far fewer people on the streets. Moreover, quite a few adventurers could be seen carrying their weapons as they hurried along the streets. To reinforce Dragontooth Town, the Magic Association had gone all out. All classes at Tier 3 and above could teleport to Gudilesi for free.
Merlin, however, was not interested in such things. He stretched out his hand, wanting to stop a carriage. However, after waiting for about a quarter of an hour, not a single empty carriage stopped. The owner of the carriage told him apologetically that all the carriages had been temporarily requisitioned by the army to transport supplies. Many nobles even donated their private carriages to help the refugees migrate.
Merlin cursed angrily, but he could only continue walking obediently.
He swayed for about half a magic hour, feeling like his legs were about to break. Only then did he arrive at the door of his favorite smoked sausage shop. In the end, he saw the closed sign on the door.
A young man was cleaning inside. He saw Merlin and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, customer. Father said he wanted to improve the food for the army, so he went to join the army. I'll be reporting to the militia in two days, so I'm afraid the smoked sausage shop will have to close for a while."
Merlin was furious. "Is your father sick? Those idiots can't even tell the difference between seven days and fourteen days."
The young man's face darkened. He put down the mop in his hand and said in an unfriendly tone, "What do you mean by that?"
Merlin saw that the situation was not good and immediately backed down. He said embarrassedly, "I don't mean anything else. I just think it's a waste for your father to go … That talent. Actually, opening a smoked sausage shop can help many poor people, like me." Merlin pointed at his own nose.
"You've drunk too much." The young man shook his head and continued to pick up the mop, ignoring the certain someone beside him.
Merlin slipped away from the smoked sausage shop dejectedly. He went to a nearby tavern and bought a bottle of wine.
When he walked out of the door, he saw two people who looked like guards blocking his way. One of them took off his helmet, revealing a head of blonde hair and smiled.
"— Mr. Merlin, the ancestor of Wizards, the only immortal in the world. I've heard a lot about you."
Although the fox mask did not reveal any expression, the golden-haired guard could feel that his words had stirred the other party's heart. Merlin's hidden forces were spread all over the Dawn Continent, but his base camp was in Gudilesi. This was also the place that he had controlled and operated for the longest time.
Every action of the people who came here was under his watch. He was like a player playing chess outside the chessboard, quietly manipulating everything on the chessboard. However, the two uninvited guests who appeared in front of him were clearly not one of them.
Merlin raised his eyebrows. "How should I address you?"
"Who I am isn't important. What's important is who I represent." The golden-haired guard chuckled. "Honorable Sir Merlin, someone wants to have a chat with you."
"This is interesting, do you want me to call you little representative?" The fox masked man said with a straight face.
"If you like, you can call me Hilton, although I haven't used this name for a long time," the golden-haired guard said politely. The golden-haired guard said politely. From his mannerisms, it could be seen that he had received a good aristocratic education.
"Well, okay, Mr. Hilton. After careful consideration, I've decided to reject your request." Merlin held the liquor and curled his lips. "If there's nothing else, you can go away."
Hilton's companion snorted coldly. "We invited you out of courtesy. Do you really think you have the ability to reject us?"
"Since you've done a lot of research on me, you should know how cautious I am. How can a person as afraid of death as I am really come to the street to buy smoked sausages alone?" After saying this, the drunkenness on Merlin's face disappeared. The corner of his mouth lifted, revealing a sarcastic smile. "I heard that there are some little mice in the small waterway of Gudilesi recently. As the owner, I have to come out and welcome them."
Hilton's expression changed dramatically. He found that a group of archers suddenly appeared on the surrounding roofs, and the arrows on their longbows were pointed at them.
Merlin stepped forward and helped Hilton tidy his collar. "You see, this story tells us to never underestimate our opponents, especially when you're still in the opponent's territory."
Hilton's neck was drenched in cold sweat, but she still forced herself to remain calm. "Please forgive our rudeness, but please believe that we really mean you no harm. Like I said before, we just want to invite you to have a face-to-face chat with our master. It will only be good for you, not bad."
Merlin shook his head. "I'm just an insignificant outsider. Why do all of you have to keep an eye on me? Compared to me, shouldn't your master be more worried about that Robb fellow in the north? His growth is so fast that even I can't believe it. Or perhaps that bunch of traitors from the Holy Alliance. If that's the case, why don't you pay a visit to Vennar the Fifth? I heard that he's about to find the long-lost artifact Olgard."
Hilton squeezed out a smile. "But my master believes that you are the only variable that can change the human race."
"You think too highly of me," Merlin said lazily. Merlin said lazily. He waved his hand, and the group of archers on the roof lowered their bodies again and disappeared into the night. "Go back and tell your master that no matter what he's planning, stay away from Gudilesi. If I see you again, I won't be so polite to you."
After that, Merlin swaggered away without waiting for their reaction, leaving Hilton and his companion standing there in shock. The latter said anxiously, "What should we do? We failed to complete the task Master gave us. Should we find a way to keep up with him and find another opportunity to contact him?"
Hilton shook his head. "We've already made a mistake. We underestimated him once. Don't underestimate him again. Gudilesi is his territory. If he doesn't want to see us, we won't have a chance at all." After that, the golden-haired guard paused and said in a slow tone, "But it's not that we didn't get anything. Since he knew we were here, but he didn't kill us directly. Instead, he came to see us. This in itself explains a lot."
"So we should continue to fight for him?"
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