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Chapter 214, Section 213: The Tomb! The Place of Eternal Rest!
Chapter 214, Section 213: The Tomb! The Place of Eternal Rest!
When Ian heard Merlin say "God Eater, Medivh," his head buzzed, and he froze instantly, his expression shifting from initial shock to extreme complexity.
His mind was in turmoil, like fifteen buckets of water being drawn up and down – a chaotic jumble of thoughts swirling and colliding. To be fair, the name Merlin mentioned was completely unexpected for Ian.
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. Though his face remained calm, his heart was in turmoil. Medivh—this name was all too familiar to him, for it was his other identity, a disguise he should use when walking through history.
He never imagined that the tomb Merlin had been so eager to rob was actually connected to his hidden identity, Medivh. This huge shock made Ian instinctively want to break the contract.
After all, who would willingly rob their own grave? It's utterly absurd! Ian couldn't help but feel a sense of the surreal, a feeling of absurd irony washing over him.
It was as if fate had played an incredibly cruel joke on him.
"I'm supposed to rob my own grave?" Ian realized the contract was so deeply entrenched that it couldn't be broken. His face turned ashen. Sure enough, what goes around comes around.
"Hmm? Is there a problem?" Merlin noticed that Ian's expression was off and looked at the eccentric underage legendary wizard in front of him with a puzzled expression.
"No...no problem."
Ian forced a smile.
Just at this time.
"Merlin! I'm warning you! Medivh is our Great Protector of the Soul Palace! If you dare disturb his peaceful rest, the Soul Palace will make you pay a terrible price!"
"Don't think that we in the Soul Hall have no legends!" The shadow creature's indignant protest rang out again. It seemed to care a lot about Medivh, and its words made Ian glance at it several times.
The Great Protector of the Soul Palace?
hiss~
The young wizard had some unbelievable guesses in his mind. But Merlin didn't care about the threat of the shadow creatures; he wasn't the type to care about others.
At least not yet.
"Teacher! You! You actually..." Little Morgan opened his mouth after regaining his senses, excitedly wanting to say something, but Ian covered his mouth before he could start babbling.
"Waaaaah~"
Morgan made a cryptic sound.
She looked at her teacher in confusion, only to find that her teacher was looking at Merlin with a smiling expression and said something truly harsh to Merlin.
"I've heard of Medivh, so I'm very interested in this collaboration. Let's dig deep into his tomb and see what secrets he's hiding there!"
How can this not be called ruthless?
The fact that he spoke so firmly about digging up his own grave—in fact, the little wizard's thoughts were also reminded by the shadow creature: if Medivh's grave really existed, what would that mean?
Does this mean I will die someday in the future, and this tomb is my final resting place? Or is this tomb a product of some kind of time paradox?
There's Medivh's treasure vault in Gringotts... so how could Medivh have been buried before Merlin's time? Regardless, after weighing the options, Ian, whose emotions were gradually calming down, realized that whatever the truth behind Medivh's tomb might be, he had to see it for himself.
"It seems there is information about this God Eater in later generations as well." Merlin was still somewhat puzzled by Ian's reaction, but he didn't ask any more questions and just pondered.
"We call him the Supreme Master."
Ian is testing the waters.
Merlin's surprise at the unfamiliarity with this title revealed to him that perhaps in the information Merlin was searching for, Medivh had not used the title of Sorcerer Supreme to commit evil deeds.
No, it's about walking in the world.
This made Ian quite curious. Why didn't he use the title "Sorcerer Supreme"? Although "God Eater" was also a good title, "Sorcerer Supreme" was his favorite name.
"God Eaters have had many strange names, so it's normal that I haven't heard of the one you're referring to." Merlin probably misunderstood Ian's confusion and took the initiative to explain.
"Um."
Ian didn't say anything.
This is a style he's familiar with.
"Since you're planning to join us, then it's settled. I need to go back and make some preparations first," Merlin continued, in his view Ian was also a "demigod."
Having two legendary wizards who had reached the level of "demigods" was definitely enough for him to set foot in the tomb he discovered. Surely a dead God Eater couldn't be so terrifying that two "demigods" couldn't handle it?
"No problem, I need to go back and prepare too." Ian said as he released Morgan.
"Um... Teacher..." Morgan blinked. Although she was full of questions, she wisely kept quiet when she saw Ian's serious expression.
"Remember my time converter, and your magical knowledge." Ian still reminded Merlin to keep his bet, as he was very concerned about whether Merlin could return home as soon as possible.
In comparison, Merlin's knowledge is merely an added bonus, since the two are at roughly the same level. Merlin's knowledge can at most help Ian solidify his foundation and broaden his horizons.
"Don't worry, I don't have the habit of going back on my word." Merlin sighed softly, not wanting to recall the battle just now, and directly formed hand seals to teleport away from the desert.
Ian also used Apparition with Morgan Jr.
Back to the castle.
The castle was not peaceful. The battle by the river had alerted the castle authorities, and many guards were patrolling and on guard nearby.
However, they did not suspect Morgan, the host, or Ian, the host's guest. They simply urged Morgan to return to the castle quickly to prevent encountering any unknown threats.
"Okay, sure."
Morgan wasn't stupid; she certainly wouldn't reveal how the forest was destroyed. She led Ian into the castle, while the shadow creature she was holding continued its incessant chatter.
"You can't go! You can't dig up Lord Medivh's tomb!" the shadow creature yelled at Ian. "The Hall of Souls is not something you wizards can mess with!"
It wants to borrow the tiger's power.
To his surprise, Ian remained silent, his expression growing increasingly strange. He found it hard to imagine anyone else in the world possessing such aesthetic sense in this naming convention.
"Do you know about the Soul Palace's anti-inflammatory properties?"
He abruptly asked the shadowy creature a question.
Upon hearing this...
The shadowy creature, which kept issuing warnings, seemed to be being choked. "You... how do you know the Envoy's name? No one but the Soul Palace should know it!"
Good guy.
This is now confirmed.
Ian's expression was priceless.
He had to admit – I'm a real talent!
"Damn it! You're definitely like Merlin! You've got your eyes on us! You're plotting something! You want to steal secrets that don't belong to you! You want to steal that great gift!"
The shadow creature has clearly misunderstood.
It started cursing.
Ian thought the insults were very offensive, so he found Riddle, who was brewing potions, in the castle and entrusted the potion to him for safekeeping.
"What is this?"
Riddle showed great interest in this special life form.
I carefully took it.
"Just don't kill yourself." Ian didn't know what the shadow creatures were either, so he avoided answering, but gave a hint, which the clever young Dark Lord naturally understood.
"I understand."
Riddle looked down at the shadow in his hand, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. He led the shadow creature out of the hall, leaving Ian and Morgan standing there.
Just then.
Ian saw Merlin.
He led a disheveled man into the corridor outside the hall. Upon seeing Ian, he nodded first, then disappeared through the window with the disheveled man.
"Who is that person? I've never seen him before." Little Morgan remembered the faces of almost everyone in the castle, but the man who had been next to Merlin was completely unfamiliar to him.
Ian opened his mouth.
After considering for a while, he finally spoke, "I think it's better for you to continue not knowing who he is. It's better for you and your family."
no way.
Who told the little wizard to recall Morgan's instructions to him in the dreamlike illusion?
Follow the course of history.
He certainly couldn't reveal who Merlin was with, or what they were doing in the castle. The man was clearly King Uther, also known as Uther Pendragon—Morgan's mother's lover.
He was also King Arthur's father.
It's written in unofficial histories, and nowadays it seems that sometimes unofficial histories are actually the true history—with the help of the magician Merlin, King Uther often disguised himself as Duke Tintagil and shared a bed with Iglene.
As for whether Morgan's mother knew about it, most people in later generations do not believe that Morgan's mother was kept in the dark, since different people would not behave the same way in that kind of situation.
Such a cruel thing.
We really can't let Morgan Jr. know right now.
Whether the sky will collapse is unknown.
But history will definitely be rewritten as a result.
"Um... okay, I'll listen to you, teacher." Although little Morgan still had doubts, she didn't press the matter further when she saw Ian's serious expression.
She could vaguely sense something was amiss, but couldn't quite put her finger on it. Putting that aside for the moment, Morgan was more concerned with what Ian was about to do.
"Teacher, are you really going... to that tomb?" Because of Ian's earlier hints, Morgan was holding back her words, but her meaning was quite clear.
"Could it be... that really is?"
The young black witch's tone inevitably carried a hint of worry.
Ian was silent for a moment, seemingly considering how to answer. Finally, he sighed and said, "Perhaps, I'm not sure either, so I must go with Merlin to see."
Even if Merlin breaks the contract.
Ian felt he should go and look for them.
There is no other reason.
Everyone feels both curious and worried about their possible destination.
"Teacher, I want to go too!"
Morgan Jr. was also curious.
but.
Ian firmly refused, "That won't do. If it really is mine... I mean, if it really is Medivh's tomb, ask yourself, he would definitely kill all those who try to rob the tomb. The danger there is beyond my current imagination, and I may not be able to protect you."
This was indeed a necessary precaution. Ian knew that if that tomb was truly his final resting place, then he would certainly make sure that his tomb would not be dug up.
They have the means.
He really does use everything at its maximum capacity.
"All right."
Morgan was somewhat disappointed upon hearing this, but he did not persist.
"Let me teach you some life magic. The Divine Sharpness is so thin that it slices lamb into pieces as thin as cicada wings. It melts in your mouth after being scalded. It's the best life magic for home and travel."
Ian resumed his teaching.
Time passed second by second.
Merlin returned very quickly.
About half an hour later.
"Are you ready?"
Merlin changed his clothes.
"Let's go."
Ian had already prepared all his cards, so he nodded and prepared to leave—Merlin took out a box, and inside was a Rubik's Cube.
"The door key?"
Ian sensed a familiar presence.
"It's a teleportation device."
Merlin's name for the Rubik's Cube was an archaic one, but it essentially conveyed the same meaning. He glanced at Ian, and the two of them simultaneously placed their hands on the cube.
immediately.
A twist.
The Rubik's Cube vanished with the two of them. Morgan stared at the spot where they had left, his heart filled with complex emotions. After a moment's thought, he went to find Riddle.
"Let me use that thing!"
Morgan Jr. simply snatched the Shadow Creature.
Riddle dared not refute.
She brought the shadow creature to the place where Ian and Merlin had left.
"Find them for me, where did they go?"
after all.
The little witch still couldn't completely suppress her curiosity. That's how it is with great wizards; curiosity is the driving force behind their progress, so Morgan's curiosity naturally didn't diminish.
It was simply suppressed.
Perhaps one day.
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This curiosity would eventually become the seed for Morgan's exploration of the mystery of Medivh.
……
Ian, of course, knew nothing of Morgan's actions. He and Merlin had been taken by the Portkey Cube to a large canyon, lush with greenery, babbling brooks, and filled with the fresh scent of grass and trees. Ian looked around, and the more he looked, the more familiar it seemed, a vague sense of foreboding rising in his heart.
as predicted.
The next moment, Merlin led him to a cliff face.
"This...this isn't the ancient site the teacher mentioned before." Ian's heart skipped a beat, and his eye twitched involuntarily. He remembered Morgan using his memories to guide him through this mountainside.
But Morgan did not mention at the time that this was a tomb.
Is it intentional?
Was it an accident?
Ian's feelings were quite complex. Merlin didn't notice Ian's unusual expression. He stood before the cliff face, carefully examining the scene before him, his brow furrowing slightly: "There's a strong magical influence here, as if it's protected by some ancient seal. I need some time to break it."
As he spoke, Merlin pulled out a bunch of strange tools and scrolls from his pocket and began to work in front of the mountain wall.
He chanted incantations softly as he used his tools to carve intricate runes onto the mountainside. Ian, standing to the side, couldn't help but ask a question.
"How long will it take?"
Ian was finding it difficult to calm down.
"A few hours, I guess."
Merlin was full of confidence.
Upon hearing this...
The little wizard couldn't help but sigh.
"A few hours? Are you trying to drive us crazy?" Ian took a deep breath, walked to the front of the cliff, and spoke in a deep voice in Old English.
"Ask me a question, Lord of Bronze and Fire."
Just as Ian had imagined, his voice echoed through the valley, as if triggering some hidden mechanism.
"Um?"
Upon hearing Ian's words, Merlin abruptly raised his head, a flicker of surprise and astonishment in his eyes. Before he could speak, a deep rumble suddenly echoed from the mountainside.
It was as if something was awakening.
All I saw was...
As he finished speaking, the magical runes drawn by Merlin were erased, and countless lines began to emerge on the stone walls between the cliffs, intertwining to form complex and mysterious patterns.
finally.
A pair of sharp eyes appeared, making Merlin immediately become vigilant, as if facing a formidable enemy.
"Alchemy life?"
He recognized the handwriting on the stone wall.
Meanwhile.
"In quantum mechanics, the wave function describes the state of a particle, and when the particle is observed, the wave function instantly 'collapses' to a definite state."
"Please answer me, how and why this process happened." The same stone wall asked the same question, a question that this era could never possibly answer.
It's Nana Mizuki, the one I know so well.
Ian sighed.
He glanced at Merlin, who was deep in thought with his brows furrowed.
"I have no idea."
The next moment, he gave an unexpected answer that even Merlin hadn't anticipated: to give up.
Just as Merlin was about to complain...
Ian's face turned red.
But I know that you are the one I love most.
He really didn't want to say that, but a sense of crisis had already arisen. If he didn't give the other party a satisfactory answer, all the defensive restrictions here would be activated instantly.
no way.
The little wizard had no choice.
I could only say things against my will.
"Oh, how am I supposed to answer that? Of course it's absolutely correct!" Nana Mizuki exclaimed excitedly, and then the cliff shook, revealing a dark cave.
"..."
Ian didn't turn around to look at Merlin, whose eyes were filled with suspicion and uncertainty, and walked inside with his head down. Merlin stood at the doorway, watching his back thoughtfully for a moment before following closely behind.
You've surprised me once again.
Merlin spoke with a profound meaning in his voice.
The little wizard did not respond.
They just kept their heads down and kept going.
The cave was pitch black. The path wound its way down the uneven stone steps, with ancient runes carved on the stone walls on either side, flickering like fireflies in the darkness.
soon.
A massive bronze gate appeared before them.
The stone gate is carved with intricate and exquisite patterns.
Very clear.
It is some kind of teleportation rune.
[Saving the world and eliminating disasters]
[Unparalleled throughout the ages]
The eight familiar large characters are still on it.
Shiny Simplified Chinese.
The young wizard couldn't help but sigh.
"I know how to do this." Merlin stepped forward first and quickly pulled out letter after letter from the numerous and complex patterns on the bronze door.
I don't know where he got the information from.
In the blink of an eye.
Medivh
He pieced together the word before Ian could even stop him.
"Boom!"
The bronze gate is opening.
"Damn it! There's a trap behind the door!" Ian panicked immediately. He remembered the cause of Morgan's death and quickly pulled out his wand, casting dozens of blessing spells on himself.
"take it easy."
Merlin, however, remained calm.
He turned to look at Ian, his eyes gleaming white. The familiar feeling immediately reminded Ian of Aurora and Grindelwald.
This is indeed the case.
"The most powerful prophet of this century is your teammate, so you don't need to worry about traps at all." Merlin looked at Ian with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
but.
It vanished in a flash.
He truly believed in his prophetic abilities and turned his back to the opening bronze gate—and as the gate opened, Ian instinctively began to channel his magic.
"Um?"
The imagined green torrent of fel energy did not materialize.
Ian was quite surprised.
Merlin clearly hadn't lost his bet. Not only was there no fel energy erupting from within the gate, but there wasn't even any attack; the bronze gate was filled only with a thick, white fog.
"What's going on?"
This scene left Ian somewhat bewildered.
"Let's go."
Merlin stepped through the gate first, his figure being swallowed up by the white mist the next moment.
He was too confident.
"..."
Ian waited a moment, and when he did not sense Merlin's demise on the other side of the contract, he cautiously stepped inside—Merlin may not understand Medivh, but he certainly does.
However, the current situation is completely unexpected for Ian.
"Where is this?"
Ian felt as if he were passing through layers of space, with countless scenes flashing by, and everything around him seemed to be fading in color, becoming a scene from an old movie.
When the journey ends.
The young wizard stood on solid ground, surrounded by black and white colors, with a biting cold wind blowing by, while Merlin stood in the cold wind, his wizard robes fluttering in the wind.
"If I'm not mistaken, this should be Helheim, the land of the dead, a divine kingdom independent of the underworld, perhaps belonging to a world plundered by the God Eaters."
"He used it as his tomb."
Merlin calmly turned to look at Ian.
His eyes were still shining.
"The rules here are so strict that even gods cannot transgress them. In my understanding, only souls can set foot here. So, I'm very curious..." Merlin, with his black and white eyes, stared intently at his "accomplice" in front of him.
"Why were your physical body and magic not stripped away?" the Wizard King asked in a low voice, his pupils reflecting Ian, who was still curiously looking around.
The colorful little wizard stood out starkly against this black and white space.
(End of this chapter)