Master smiled and gave the snow leopard's ear a little tug.
—Ah!
Wood cried out instinctively, but after coming to his senses, he said nonchalantly, "Wasn't my performance just now amazing?"
Excellent, it was as if I was pulling your own ears rather than a wearable Snow Leopard ear.
Then..
No.
Master spoke seriously, his fingers delving deep.
Wood's toes curled from the sudden tension.
.. Mmph—ah!
..
..
The atmosphere within the Avalon Special Events Investigation Department Office was exceptionally heavy.
Charles, the overall operations manager, held Ken's shoulder: "Not a single diver came back alive?"
Yes, we know nothing of what happened to the divers; the only thing we have is this terrifying and eerie audio recording..
Ken lowered his head, covering his face, said in agony, "I regret it so much now. I personally sent those young people.. most of them were just kids entering the workforce, they.. they.."
It is not your fault.
I..
Similar accidents have happened before—even if that thing in the water wasn't Jormungand, it was a terrifying behemoth not far from Jormungand in scale—to Him, for whom even the slight breathing and rolling of a sleeping person could trigger an Alpha Big Bang, the divers surrounding Him were nothing more than tiny particles floating around His body.
Charles said soothingly, "Avalon is not a bureaucratic institution that only plays sarcastic word games to evade responsibility, nor is it a group of politicians who give rousing speeches all day but achieve nothing in reality. We must take action, we must take responsibility, we must pay a hidden price to protect England."
Those young people..
They are the hidden price of this operation.
“..”
The sudden confession plunged his already pained heart into even deeper sorrow, his cheeks, flushed with highland redness and freckles, freezing in disbelief: "Charles, do you mean.. those young people who dive.."
Anything can go wrong.
Charles refused to answer directly and quickly changed the subject: "At the same time the divers encountered an accident in the sea, London Headquarters received unsolicited contact from Master Merlin."
What!
Ken stood up in shock: "This, this.. could it be.."
The exact reasons are still unclear, but the two events did indeed occur simultaneously, with less than ten minutes between them—the higher-ups suspect that the movements of Jormungand caused Master Merlin, who originally had no intention of having any contact with us, to take the initiative to reach out to us—after a slumber of fifteen hundred years, Master Merlin still cares for England and protects England.
.. God bless England!
Ken was moved for some unknown reason, lifting his head to look up at the portrait of the King on the wall.
..
Are.. are you.. are you really Arthur?
Yes, I am the legendary Arthur.
Oh my god—
Having received an affirmative answer, Lancelot was so excited he nearly fainted on the spot.
Arthur felt helpless and grabbed Lancelot by the collar of his jacket, dragging him to a secluded spot. "—Not everyone can see me! In fact, when you speak to me, to everyone else present, you are talking to thin air."
Huh? Th-that..
My current state is known as a Heroic Spirit. I am similar to a ghost but higher than a ghost; as long as there are still people in this world who remember my name and pass down my stories, I will not vanish. However, only those with Spiritual Vision can sense my existence—to be able to see me and have physical contact with me requires even higher spiritual power, which is what is known as being the Chosen One.
But, but.. Master Merlin can.. Is all of this because the Master Merlin appearing before us is a physical entity.. resurrected after sleeping for fifteen hundred years..
By the end, Lan Siteluo's voice had dwindled to a mere murmur to himself.
He is currently in a Heroic Spirit state just like me, but in addition to being a Heroic Spirit, he is also a Mage. He can use magic power to allow ordinary people around him to see him and communicate with him.
Oh, oh, oh..
Lancelot nodded repeatedly.
What else do you wish to know regarding Heroic Spirits, Mages, the origin of the world?
Arthur sensed that Lancelot was acting unusually and deliberately threw out a bait.
I.. I.. I want to know the truth behind the legend of Arthur..
Lancelot said naively, "I am a folklorist, I want to know the original version of the Arthurian Legend.. I mean.. I.."
I am sorry, I am a fictional hero created based on many historical figures who actually existed, so I do not possess completely true memories, or rather, my memories themselves are the various different versions of the Arthurian Legend that circulate on the market.
Arthur teased Lancelot with a half-truth, "I am destined to be unable to provide you with the truth."
Th-then, what should I do next?
Stay by my side and continue your research into the Arthurian Legend by observing my words and actions, or give up on this research topic that is destined to yield no results.
Having said that, Arthur turned around, preparing to leave.
Lancelot suddenly grabbed Arthur's hand at that moment: "King, please allow me to become your servant."
You—
Arthur froze, his thoughts instantly rushing back to that dappled afternoon long ago, when Lancelot, whom future generations would call the paragon of chivalric virtue, had taken his hand with a look of utmost sincerity and pledged his fealty to him.
One thousand five hundred years, scenes both similar and vastly different, and—
—I accept.
..
..
Outside the Avalon Special Events Investigation Department Headquarters, Wood felt somewhat uneasy.
Are we really going to meet Master Merlin?
The time has already been set.
But—
Merlin promised me that he would never make things difficult for you again.
But I still..
Wood looked up, staring at Building with trepidation, "I just feel like things are going a bit too smoothly, it's almost unnatural."
What are you worried about?
I..
Wood lowered his head, as the loud, pendulum-like cry of "Papa" rang through his mind once again for no reason.
After much consideration, Wood decided to confess to the Boss: "When I went with the Boss to meet Master Merlin at the Seabed, the reason I suddenly fainted wasn't because I was feeling unwell, it was because I.. I.. I heard some voices.."
What did you hear?
I heard a voice shouting 'Papa,' and then I lost consciousness uncontrollably, as if.. as if my body had been struck by something massive.
Sound waves can indeed become weapons.
“But—”
When you meet Merlin, do not say that you suddenly fainted because you heard a voice in the water calling out 'Papa,' unless you want to get involved in extra matters and bear responsibilities that have nothing to do with you.
Why?
Wood was shocked: "Could it be that an.. unexpected situation occurred in that sea area back then?!"
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I am truly moved; you actually took time out of your itinerary to come and visit us! We are simply..
After the lengthy British pleasantries, Wood followed closely behind the Boss and entered the vintage-style Living Room along with Lewis, the general manager of Avalon, who had come to welcome them.
Many items in this room can be traced back to the golden age of Queen Elizabeth I, so visually it inevitably appears excessively old, classical, steeped in historical atmosphere, which might not align with the modern fashion preferences sought by colleagues from America.
Lewis, the general manager of Avalon, spoke with a humble tone despite his proud manner: "Would you like some black tea? Or would you prefer coffee and cola, which represent popular culture and modern fashion?"
Compared to tea originating from Asia, I do indeed prefer coffee and cola.
Master returned Louis's sarcasm.
Lewis's face instantly showed embarrassment as he personally brought hot coffee to Master: "Do you need milk and sugar cubes?"
I like rich, bitter coffee.
Your taste—
Is it very special?
“..”
Lewis did not dare to respond.
Seeing this, Wood smiled as he took the iced cola from Lewis's secretary: "Fantastic! This taste!"
You really like cola?
The Secretary asked curiously.
Wood's innocent, baby face gave his an instinctive sense of goodwill.