Tribute to the Demon King

At most, only the forest that could be seen from a distance was obscuring the view. Even if he turned around and looked at the whole sky, only the earth and blue sky that were equally distributed would come into view.

There are neither fences and houses built by people, nor walls and castles here.Things like nations don't hold water either.

There are flowers and insects here, water, green trees and mindless beasts in the forest.Near the water source, there are beautiful goblins flying on the lake.

This is the uninhabited land, the island at the end of the permanent grounds.

An utopia that no intelligent beast can ever reach.

Its name is Avalon.

However, in the courtyard, there is only one human figure.

It was a man wearing a simple white robe woven with the finest fibers.

He talked to the flowers at his feet as if talking to a friend, and walked in the sea of ​​flowers.Without the slightest confusion or hesitation, he walked while humming a song.

"So it turned out like this. Mordred rose, and the princes who had been admonished by the king followed him. The knights began to rebel against the strict but ideal king."

The man walks in the paradise step by step.

Though the island never ends, there are changes from land to land.

The closer you get to the end of the island, the more barren the land becomes.

But as the man humming and waving his staff kept advancing on the barren land, countless flowers bloomed in large clusters along the man's footprints.

He didn't use any magic or mystery, and he didn't try to decorate it with flowers.The humanoid creature simply spreads flowers as if breathing.

Give the land flowers.Give people dreams.Giving history a future.

That was the man's character, and at the same time his essence.

Its name is, Flower Magician Merlin——

Suddenly, Merlin stopped.

"Don't just look at it, isn't it too alien? Since everyone is here, why don't you come out and chat~"

As if singing, Merlin smiled towards the void beside him: "Anyway, there is no one else here except us...isn't it?"

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Chapter 130 Six Only the Innocent Can Pass

Merlin's voice fell for a long time, but no one answered.

So the man couldn't help but suddenly.

"So that's it, you still don't know how to make your own thought body... Can't you create a fake body?"

After a while after Merlin's voice fell, the vague lights around him gathered together, and it took a long time to condense into a vague human form.Not to mention the detailed facial features, it seems that even men and women cannot be distinguished.Those who paint the color black can go to the Conan crew to get a lunch box.

Looking at the unstable figure of light, Merlin smacked his mouth regretfully: "Is it only possible to do this? You have my memory, why don't you be a bit more aggressive? Don't use magic power to project material clones!" , Even with your magical power, you can’t do it to that level... Ah, that’s right. Look it up, I should have some tricks about illusion in my memory. You can just project the virtual image directly.”

Under Merlin's meticulous guidance, less than half a minute later, the light of the human figure suddenly disappeared, and the appearance of Darius emerged from it.

Although the outline is a little too clear... It's like a picture taken from another photo, and it feels like a sense of disobedience to put it here abruptly.

Merlin nodded, and heaved a sigh of relief with satisfaction: "It's okay. Your comprehension is not bad, young man. Next time you can try to directly brand the anchor point on someone else, and then inject the illusion into the consciousness of others... ...In terms of effect, isn't it equivalent to sending your own clone to the past?"

"...is there still such an operation?"

Darius blinked with horror.

Magic that imprints on someone, monitors their dreams, or regularly torments them with nightmares as a videophone.Merlin's unruly brain hole was already big, and there was only a ring left above his neck.

This post-modern thinking circuit is more than enough for modern jokes.

Looking at Darius' expression of twists and turns, Merlin chuckled and showed a very refreshing smile: "Okay, okay, don't be so stiff. Future magician, you can just call me Merlin. I'm not very good at dealing with rigid people... You're not that kind of person, are you?"

"Then I won't be polite to you."

Darius patted his chest with a smile, without any nervousness at all, and introduced himself quite familiarly: "My name is Darius Einsworth Rockslot. Merlin, call me Darius."

"It's a great surprise to meet you here. I'm more or less a succubus, and the spirituality of human beings is a precious food for me."

Merlin shook his cane leisurely, and happily continued walking on the road.

He hummed an insensible brisk melody, and every step he took made the sea of ​​flowers crawling behind him extend a step forward.

Darius also relaxed the tension he felt when he first came here, and followed Merlin while looking around at the surrounding environment.Even though he was facing the unknowable great changes, he behaved extremely calmly—that kind of calm psychological quality made Merlin very unhappy.

"Don't you feel a little surprised or frightened?! You won't be that kind of mechanical doll without emotion, right? Mechanical doll Darius, right?!"

Merlin, who had been expecting more reactions from Darius, turned his head so upset that he almost smashed Darius' head with his cane.

...Are all magicians from the Age of Gods this lively?

Darius was dumbfounded.

He felt that his worldview seemed to be shattered.