In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 134 Closing
"call--"

Ryan took a deep breath.

The grass under his feet undoubtedly has a real touch, and even if he wants to, he can smell the tangy fragrance of a flower after picking it off.

This is not illusion.

It is [field].

Ryan stood with his eyes fixed on Merlin who was "casting a spell". He thought that this was the first time he had seen someone cast a spell. It was a bit shocking, but his curiosity was obviously ignited.

"Before the official start, there is one very important thing to remind you."

Merlin closed his eyes slightly, and suddenly opened his mouth.

There is a subtle power brewing in the staff in his hand, which is inexplicable, but it is a different kind of tyranny.

"Say."

Lane nodded.

"You have to know that what we said about [saving] her is actually not accurate at all."

"Even if we forcibly wake her up from her self-enclosure, she will fall asleep again due to a mental breakdown."

Merlin said lightly.

"She recognized herself as the source of the disaster."

"Deep in her heart, she faced the tragedy and disaster with guilt."

The corner of Ryan's mouth twitched, and he continued, "Can I think that her current [Wall of Heart] is full?"

"."

Merlin coughed twice and nodded slightly.

"You don't want me to enter her spiritual space, break the wall of her heart, and say something like [it's not your fault]?"

Ryan was a little creepy.

He is not very good at this job.

"It's not that old-fashioned."

Merlin raised his eyebrows, to be reasonable, he did think so, as a fun person, let people save the [injured] in the least efficient way, while Merlin watched the show as a bystander, it seemed very interesting.

But Nightmare is free.

When he suddenly wants to send the Buddha to the west, he will try his best to do one thing.

For example, wake up Freya.

After careful calculation, compared to letting Ryan enter Freya's consciousness space inefficiently, if Merlin serves in one-stop service, then the magic power carried in this pair of thoughts will be exhausted.

Isn't that great?

All the experience experienced by the thought body will return to the body as soon as possible.

It also saves to operate again.

Ok, deal.

"I'm very principled, my friend."

Merlin smiled cheerfully, and said, "Compared to being persuaded by others, it is better to insert the truth and everything you have done into her consciousness space in the form of memory."

"She'll figure it out."

"Again, that's the top priority."

Merlin pinched the maple leaf lightly, his slightly closed eyes trembled, he kept them closed, and raised his hand to make a gesture of "recruit".

I see.

The strangely shaped flower slowly floated up and landed in his hand.

"Everyone must respect her own decision."

Merlin's words silenced Ryan.

Freya, after all, is a [dead person].

Even if he survived to the present in a certain way, it was a crime that could only be done by killing the souls of relatives at the cost of blood.

The god's blessing to her is somewhat the same as the curse to Wilder.

Perhaps, when she really figured it out, she would calmly throw herself into death.

"It's kind of a relief."

Ryan said lightly.

"Oh?"

Merlin was a little surprised. He secretly opened his eyes and squinted at Ryan.

"I thought that people with extreme self-confidence would [force]."

"I respect those who respect me." Ryan curled his lips and urged, "Get started."

"Ha ha--"

Hearing this, Merlin laughed. Immediately afterwards, he tossed the flower pot in his hand, and the strange flowers floated in mid-air.

But he himself was holding a petal in one hand and a staff in the other.

Merlin opened his right eye.

"As you wish, my friend."

A word fell.

A gentle smile floated on his face, and he slowly opened the other eye wide.

"Boom!!!"

In the dreamlike space like a peach garden, melodious bells sounded.

Ryan stared at Merlin's left eye.

The dreamy purple radiates lightning-like cracks all around.

Heady purple is refreshing and disturbing.

"Are these the eyes of Nightmare?"

Before Ryan could think about it.

The dazzling white brilliance centered on Merlin's staff and bloomed in all directions, completely engulfing Freya on the grass.

"Tsk!"

Ryan had to close his eyes.

Raphael, who was watching coldly, also closed her eyes. She wrinkled her nose slightly and sighed helplessly. Her plum blossom-shaped pad stepped on the emerald green grass, and she turned and walked gracefully.

The duration of the white light is only a moment.

But inexplicably, Ryan always felt that it was a long time.

"."

Merlin stared at the girl bathed in white light.

"Ugh"

Sigh faintly.

Wait for Ryan to open his eyes.

Looking at the scene in front of him, he was slightly taken aback.

On the ground, a curled up figure appeared in the overwhelmed emerald green. At this moment, the grass was slowly becoming straight again.

Freya was gone.

Ryan raised his head slowly.

A maple leaf slowly falls.

He gently pinched the leaves.

A voice sounded in his head.

"This is a gift from her."

"."

Ryan smiled casually.

It seems that Merlin's [treatment] effect is good, and Freya has indeed recovered from the mental breakdown—and, for her, made the most correct decision.

The surrounding fields are slowly receding. Starting from the grass in the distance, the buildings belonging to Würzburg and the collapsed square are showing their original appearance.

The sky gradually dimmed.

"call out--"

Raphael sprinted onto Ryan's shoulder.

She stretched.

"That bastard can't hold on anymore. This is just his clone. He casts powerful magic, and the magic power of the clone is exhausted."

Raphael said lazily.

Ryan nodded.

"You should be able to feel the weirdness of that white light."

"He allowed [seven days] to heal Freya's spirit, and gave Freya one day to decide her own destiny."

"Another magic to slow down the flow of time?"

Ryan tilted his head.

Is Time Magic so bad?Or is it because all the people I meet are related to big shots?
"."

"You don't seem too surprised."

"Of course." Ryan nodded.

"I've said it before, it's a relief."

"She shouldn't have hesitated, she chose this ending."

Ryan raised his head slowly.

"boom--"

The helicopter engine roared.

Merlin lifted the agency's communication shield, and the frontline operators finally recovered from their nonsense.

Finally, under the crazy roar of the dispatch center.

Operators came to the battlefield by helicopter.

Raphael sat on Ryan's shoulder with her front paws covered in white fluff, looking at the hunter's indifferent side face, she muttered:

"I think I still hesitated for a while."

Speaking, Raphael looked at the maple leaf in Ryan's hand.

It scratches its chin.

"let me see."

"."

"It can protect you from damage three times. After the number is exhausted, it needs to be recharged and recovered once a day."

Ryan looked weird.

She frowned: "Is this something Freya could think of?"

"Wow!"

Suddenly, a piece of letter paper appeared from midair.

"Of course, the props she commissioned me to complete, my friend."

well.

This is not surprising.

Ryan walked towards the operators who jumped down from the helicopter cabin.

Hold the maple leaf in your hand.

Sometimes, a thing is like this, when it was created, it didn't show any preciousness or special function on the surface.

Once someone gives it [meaning].

It becomes otherworldly.

There are many means of giving meaning.

Death is never absent.

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This is an ideal land that has never changed since ancient times.

The man slowly opened his eyes.

"The nap time seems to be a bit long."

Folding his arms behind his head, he lay on the grass, staring at the blue sky.

After a while, he seemed to think of something interesting, his face flushed, and he began to laugh.

"Hahahaha!"

Bounced off the ground, he wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Obviously, it was tears of joy.

"interesting."

Merlin's eyes were far away, with a smile on his face.

"It turns out that this world is not going to be destroyed by evil intentions from before the ages—"

"There is still hope."

Merlin grinned: "Finally...finally, I can stop collecting those things."

With his hands on his hips, Nightmare relaxed.

"Lane Winster."

"I wish you would be that savior."

"The agency's cameras recorded everything I entered Würzburg."

"So, can I not write the report?"

Würzburg's incident handling center for the fog.

Workers in uniform bustle about in the open-air camp.

The commander's roar could be faintly heard.

"I've said it so many times! We don't know what happened."

"What did you say? Drive a train?!"

"Fuck!"

In a certain tent, Ryan, who had changed his clothes, was sitting obediently on a chair with a long table in front of him.

"Ding!"

Holding a mithril necklace in his hand, he hung a specially treated maple leaf.

"Of course. Impossible, Operator Winster."

Wrapped in a black suit and dressed like a man in black, the operator said helplessly, holding a question and answer record in his hand, which is a verification inquiry for Ryan's identity.

just in case.

After all, in the last period of time, no one knows what happened.

"What's the matter with driving a train?"

Ryan hung the pendant around his neck and asked curiously.

heard.

The operator in black twitched his mouth and turned his head to signal Ryan to look at the virtual image in the tent.

"Dududu!!"

"Dudu!"

To tell the truth, a group of old men are holding hands and going around in circles, this picture
Ryan stretched out his hand and pointed to a face on the screen with an unusually innocent and wild smile.

"This is you?"

He suppressed a smile.

The operator in black was silent.

He didn't admit it, but he didn't deny it either.

The answer is already on the horizon.

"Merlin must have done it."

Ryan smiled, stood up, and patted the operator on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, this is not your problem."

"There is a third force involved in this mission."

"." The black-clothed operator nodded and said, "There is news from the headquarters that there is also an abnormal situation in their place."

"I'll put that in the report."

Ryan stretched.

He lifted the curtain of the tent and walked out.

"."

The operator in black turned his head.

Looking at his presumptuous smiling face in the virtual image, the corners of his eyes twitched involuntarily.

"Damn it."

The logistics department of the church has been waiting for a long time.

Comrade Ryan Winster, No. 1 on the blacklist, did not disappoint them, although this time, the environmental damage he caused was nothing compared to the past.

But the worst nightmare for residents of Würzburg isn't waking up to a collapsed house.

It's the death of a loved one.

Therefore, the headache for the logistics department this time is not how many machines are needed to rebuild the city.

Rather, how to let those eight or ninety-year-old psychologists walk into thousands of households in Würzburg to heal the psychological trauma of the residents.

Note that this does not mean that there is no youth.Experts in mobility.

Rather, in order to uphold the goal of resolving the trauma caused afterwards as much as possible, the most authoritative expert team is required to go to the scene.

for example
Ryan glanced sideways.

He saw an old man whose hair had fallen out and could only move around with the help of a wheelchair, sternly reprimanding his students.

In front of him, all the gray-haired grandfathers could only lower their heads, staring at the leather shoes, not daring to lift their heads.

"That's Professor Francis Xavier."

"A stubborn old man who refused to accept the replacement of metal prostheses. He graduated from Harvard University at the age of 16 and studied at Oxford University and Columbia University. He is absolutely authoritative."

Beside Ryan, a commissioner with a sharp look stepped forward.

Commander of the Würzburg Front.

It was also the source of the yelling just now.

"."

"Is the plane ready?"

Ryan asked.

This time, the headquarter's attitude towards Ryan's return is extremely firm. On the one hand, they need to know what happened at the end of this incident.

Also, what is the purpose of that "great magician Merlin who likes to watch fun". Although, if it is possible, it is useless to ask.

Predictably, though, reporting can't stop.

Ryan felt a little horrified when he thought of his next miserable days.

What's the matter if you even get a little conflicted about getting on the plane?

The commander nodded.

"Debugging parameters."

"soon."

"Within three minutes."

"I have nothing to do here." Ryan looked at his watch, and he was pressed hard, and he couldn't help Würzburg with the follow-up work.

Ryan smiled.

"Good job, hard work."

He shook hands with the commander.

Then, he walked towards the tarmac.

"Drip!"

A beep comes from the headset.

Ryan connected the phone, and then, a long-lost familiar voice came into his ears.

"How are you, kid?"

"professor?"

Heisenberg immediately sent condolences.

Ryan sighed: "It's okay."

"Sounds like you're tired?"

the old man asked gently.

"Tired, nothing else."

"Coincidentally." Heisenberg smiled, and continued, "I have some good news for you?"

"What?"

"Is there a big victory in the demon hunting work?"

"Or did the R&D department invent something good for us in hunting monsters?"

Lane's mind was full of strange things.

"."

"Son, did I mention to you that you are the only operator who is carrying out the Nemesis Project as a freshman?"

"No." Ryan said firmly.

"It doesn't matter." Heisenberg said with a smile: "In short, in you, we discovered the imperfection of the plan."

"Also, because your performance is too outstanding, the plan is suspended."

Ryan was taken aback and asked, "Is it my problem?"

"No." Professor Heisenberg responded.

"Anyway, when you return to the headquarters, I will tell you."

(End of this chapter)