The Spirit World

Chapter 947 Heavenly Palace ()
The moon hung straight in the dark sky like a wolf's teeth, biting the rain and fog and covering up the bloody smell.

1895, London, England, light rain.

"No, I won't help you."

A man pulled out a pack of white-rimmed gold-thread cigarettes from the pocket of his suit.

He spoke genuine Newspeak, the vernacular popular among the young that had come here from the ancient East.

The flame lights the cigarette, and the smoke rises slowly without staying.

"You have disturbed time and space, which is a wrong thing to do. If you admit your mistake early, there is still room for remedy."

He looked at the woman under the black robe. Her silvery white hair was particularly eye-catching in the blonde England. She was not an old woman, but she had such beautiful human snow.

"When the [Central Curve of Spacetime] was formulated, it was no longer allowed to open the door of spacetime at will. Have you forgotten that?"

He changed the cigarette from hanging lightly to biting it between his lips and teeth.

The cigarette swayed in his mouth, and the rain and fog also swayed violently in the fleeting light.

"I haven't forgotten, but I urgently need it now..."

The woman seemed to be about to tell her own troubles, but he interrupted her mercilessly.

"No, not at any time, not for anyone, this is the rule. This is a strict rule of time and space. If you are targeted by the [Era Disaster], you will die without a complete corpse."

He took a puff of the cigarette, and the flame became brighter, as if a fire that would never go out was lit under the moonlight in the dark night.

"Once you deviate from the central curve, everything will become unstable and no one will be able to control it. If any trouble occurs, not to mention you, even a lower-level Epoch Disaster... will suffer."

"Death is chasing me, Merlin."

She called out his name.

She had to ask him for help.

"I have no choice, Merlin, I have to go back! Back there, or everything will be worse."

Merlin frowned tightly and pushed his bowler hat down. He wanted to harden his heart and say no, but hesitated because he knew what she wanted to say.

Then, he quietly said "no".

Then he switched to a full-blown London accent.

"That's impossible, Ms. Wen Qian. Don't you know how big a risk it was to send Arthur to Avalon? I remember you were there at the time. I think you know how serious the consequences are."

"This is something that can never be replicated. Moreover, Lin Zhen is nowhere to be found. Even if you beg me, I am powerless."

He didn't say "It's not that I don't want to help you", but he said this directly to let her know that Merlin would most likely not help her.

Wen Qian's black robe covered her white hair, making her calm face look suddenly old.

"Yes, I know you won't help me, but I still hold out hope that you can help me. In such a long time, I think you are the only one who can help me."

She was a little frustrated.

"The child of destiny has been born. When everything ends, it will be too late, Merlin. I am not here to ask you as a [prophet], but to meet you as a friend."

Wen Qian lowered her head and looked at the crystal ball in her hand.

There was nothing inside, a phantom of nothingness. "Whether you or I, we should know that we have no power to change the prophecy. Everything will proceed as planned. The past is the past, and the end is the end. This is history."

She turned around.

"No matter what, I need your help. Just this once, I need your help, let me go back, please, Merlin, I must go back... so that I can feel at ease."

Merlin looked at her back, his frown suddenly relaxed, and he threw the cigarette butt into the water. It was the newly fallen rain, which surrounded and intercepted a tiny brick on the ground, which sank into the water and contrasted brightly with the wolf's fangs in the sky.

As the smoke's fire entered the water, it went out with a sizzling sound, turning the crescent moon into silver waves, which then calmed down in an instant.

Everything calmed down again. As Merlin spoke, a black crow flew across the sky and landed on the top floor of the Tower of London. Big Ben began to chime quietly.

One sound, two sounds, and gradually, twelve sounds fell.

"War is inevitable, Ms. Wen Qian. Excuse me for being blunt, but the world was also full of disputes, killings, and wars. You can't really believe that there will be no more wars in this world just because there has been world peace for a few years."

"That world, too."

Merlin pushed his hat down again and did not look up.

"If you feel guilty, you'd better not take yourself too seriously, Ms. Wen Qian. I admire your courage and willingness to stand up for justice for the demon world. However, if it weren't for that woman, I don't think I would have brought you here."

"This is your refuge. As long as you return to that world, you will definitely start a war again. After all, you are a humanoid container of wishes. Although you have an ancient oriental name, don't forget your essence as a container of wishes. That is, don't let anyone know that you can fulfill their wishes."

"No matter if their wishes are dirty or not."

Merlin spoke each word easily, yet with gritted teeth, like a piece of advice.

But she was not speechless, but kept looking at the crystal ball in her hand, looking at the nothingness inside, and then watching it slowly sink into her palm and disappear without a trace.

"I'll give you one last piece of advice, Ms. Wen Qian. The Holy Grail should act like a Holy Grail, and not care about the lives of humans. You must understand that bodies tainted by desire will not have pure souls. Even if the so-called child of destiny can make an earth-shattering wish, he is just a tool for you."

"It's easier and more comfortable to live here than there. Don't daydream."

As soon as Merlin finished speaking, Wen Qian was about to speak again, but Merlin stretched out a hand and stopped her from speaking.

Merlin snorted coldly and stared at Wen Qian with his beautiful purple eyes.

The white snow on earth was blown away by the wind, swaying in the rain and fog. The crescent moon gradually became brighter and brighter, making Merlin's cold expression hidden under his hat look pale and solemn.

"The prophet must also remain silent so that the prophecy can come true."

After saying that, Merlin shook out his long trench coat and wrapped the scarf around his neck.

It was an outfit that was too British. The windbreaker blocked the rain, blocked the wind, and blocked Merlin's veil.

He seemed to be as serious and terrifying as anyone who had lived in Britain. Facing the steam-rolling train, a black vortex flashed and came to the inner part of the train.

Wen Qian watched him leave, but her thoughts never stopped.

She looked at the crows on Big Ben in the distance and clenched her fists.

Even if you have to face it with gritted teeth, you no longer have the right to escape, right?
There is one more chapter in the morning...

Filling the hole will be slower, there’s nothing we can do about it…otherwise it won’t be rounded off.

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(End of this chapter)