Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 216 215: Mausoleum, the buried Ian!

It's right! It's all right!
I said that it was impossible for a child to have such incredible strength!
“What should I do? I tried to recruit others to rob a tomb but ended up recruiting the tomb owner!?” The legendary wizard king was very anxious at this moment. He didn’t know if he still had the time to wait online.

Everyone says that Medivh is very shady, but who could have imagined that he could be so shady? He even signed a serious agreement to share the spoils and not harm each other. Isn't this just a complete joke?

Do not!
This whole tomb may be a deception to the world! It is a deliberate attempt to deceive the wizards who want to do something bad! Ask yourself, the longer you live, the more evil your taste will be!

People from thousands of years ago...it's probably not too much for them to like to tease people...Although there is a contract not to harm each other, it seems that there is no provision in the contract that the gravekeeper in the tomb cannot harm himself.

"He must have done this on purpose!"

All of a sudden.

Many thoughts emerged in Merlin's mind.

No wonder he was so flustered.

The main reason is that he often turns into a child to deceive others, so he can't help but judge others by himself, for fear that he will encounter an amazing sting operation.

After all, it is indeed immoral to set your sights on other people's tombs. If you are caught in the act, you would be beaten to death without any reason to complain. So how could Merlin not worry?

Facing Merlin's doubtful gaze, the young wizard had no idea what the other party was thinking. In fact, he was not hiding it on purpose. It was mainly because he only found out where he was going after signing the contract.

If Merlin was told that Medivh was his alias and his future, regardless of whether Merlin believed it or not, he would definitely not bring the young wizard to this place again. It can only be said that the young wizard felt that he had a good reason to conceal it, but it was obvious that the current situation was indeed a bit embarrassing.

"If I say that the God of War Ares is confused, would you believe me? After all, he is a dead man. You know, his brain is gone." Ian smiled awkwardly and tried to ease the atmosphere.

"I believe it...really." Merlin's answer was firm and his emotions were stable. If you put aside the extremely vigilant and uneasy expression, it was indeed very sincere.

How dare he answer now?
If you say you don't believe it on someone else's territory, wouldn't that give them a reason to attack? Merlin asked himself again, when he killed a dark wizard, he could use the excuse that it was inappropriate to step into the tavern with his left foot.

The more you think.

The sweat on Merlin's forehead became more severe.

He wasn't worried about Ian taking action.

After all, there are contractual restrictions.

But if Ian let the war god corpse guarding the tomb take action, Merlin felt that the chances of him successfully having breakfast tomorrow morning would be very slim if he fought alone.

"You don't think I want to trick you into coming in and kill you, do you?" Ian saw why the other party was in such an abnormal mood. He was very dissatisfied that after spending more than ten hours together, the other party still hadn't seen through his character.

"Forehead……"

Facing Ian's question.

Merlin shook his head like a rattle, "Of course not. You are a senior from thousands of years ago, the pioneer of the wizard's road, a mountain that countless wizards can never climb. You definitely can't be so picky with a kid like me who's not even a hundred years old... I really don't want to take even a grain of sand from here."

"I just want to follow the path you once walked..." Facts have proved that when pushed to the limit, even the Wizard King will not care about how thick his skin is.

What is a child under a hundred years old?
Ian was helpless.

What a magical scene.

The characters introduced in the textbooks are full of flattery and look frightened, which really breaks one's filter. The degree of breaking is probably equivalent to when Wang Meng meets Leon Lai?

Who would have thought.

Anyway, the little wizard couldn’t think of it.

I have actually become the insurmountable mountain that Merlin mentioned... He said Merlin was a mountain a few days ago.

"I'm not lying to you, I'm really only twelve years old." Ian couldn't help but roll his eyes and corrected Merlin's slander against him. He was the real child.

Ok.

how to say.

They are more shameless than each other. How can a time traveler's age in previous life be counted?

"Yeah, yes, indeed, I know... If you say it's twelve years old, then it's twelve years old." Merlin didn't believe Ian at all. He had spent a lot of time studying Medivh.

This is a person who was active at many time points in history.

Twelve years old?
Ask him to believe this.

It would be better for him to believe that the only Crow in history that was more active than Medivh had turned over a new leaf. The word "yin" in Crow is a descriptive word, not a noun. Merlin couldn't help but think of his childhood experience. He spent a little more time studying that legendary creature than Medivh.

"Medivh is my future. I thought you would understand this easily. For me, this tomb has not been built yet, but it does not affect my coexistence with it."

"One of my teachers did a similar experiment, where he found multiple selves existing at the same time. That's why I'm curious whether my future is really sleeping there."

Ian organized his words, sighed and said to Merlin, "Don't worry, you are very important in history. Even if I want to trick you, I can't kill you."

This is Ian's understanding of fate.

Merlin heard this.

He just remained silent, looking up at the figure on the floating throne.

"I don't even know why He is here." Ian also raised his head and looked at the awakened God of War Ares. This god did not look like a dead person except that he had no breath of life.

Perhaps gods and humans understand death and the form of corpses differently.

"Could it be that the corpse has become intelligent and has turned into a spirit?" Ian thought of this and couldn't help but think of the speech made by the God of War Ares when he woke up. His expression gradually became strange.

The setting of the corpse becoming a spirit and the previous sentence both come from the same literary work.

"What did you say just now? What did we agree on?" Ian asked loudly in a hoarse voice. He wanted to get information about this mysterious tomb from the god of war Ares.

however.

The quiet God of War Ares just glared at him angrily when he heard this, "Of course it's what you promised me. We agreed that you had sold me the intellectual property rights of the sentence "If you don't worship the gods when you meet them, your true destiny is lost, and your name is on the reincarnation monument." Only I can say it, but you just violated my intellectual property rights!"

"You also said that intellectual property rights cannot be violated!" My goodness, the God of War Ares was really furious, but the reason for his anger was really unbearable.

Merlin, who was suspicious, couldn't help but twitch his eyes.

He looked at the little wizard frequently.

"..."

Ian was even more speechless.

Although he did get some information, it was not what he wanted to get. What the hell is selling intellectual property? Traveling through ancient times to sell Tang poetry?
"You haven't been guarding here just for this reason, have you?" Ian couldn't help but ask. He felt that this might really be the way he would cheat others.

"Oh, how is that possible?"

Fortunately, the God of War Ares was not as stupid as Ian imagined. He was not the stupid son of a landlord. "I am guarding something else. Your tomb is just a by-product."

He was even vague about what he was guarding, and no one knew whether it was because he couldn't even reveal it to "Medivh" or because of the "outsider" Merlin.

“Is it really a mausoleum?”

Ian grasped the point and was a little surprised.

"Am I really dead?"

He looked at the God of War Ares on the throne, but to his surprise, the God of War Ares not only did not provide any useful information, but also curled his dry lips and annoyed the little wizard.

"Don't ask me. I'm just a corpse and can't figure out your conspiracy... Oh, yes, I remember now. Athena told me not to talk to you too much."

"You are best at manipulating others with words."

Done.

The god of war Ares simply closed his eyes again, as if he had turned into a cold corpse again, sitting motionless on the throne. Although his flesh and blood had dried up, he had not decayed.

Still tightly attached to the bone.

"Wake up, don't believe it. Athena must have eaten garlic in her mouth. Let's talk for a few more minutes. How about five dollars? I can pay you for some awesome intellectual property."

Ian attempts to wake up the closed-eyed god of war Ares.

however.

The God of War Ares simply ignored him completely, as if he were dead... Well, he was indeed dead.

"Damn it."

Ian looked up helplessly at the suspended palace. The ancient palace with a bright light was floating in the shadows, exuding a breathtaking and majestic aura.

You can tell at first glance that it's very expensive.

"We still have to go in and take a look." Ian took out his wand and waved it, and Transfiguration created a staircase leading to the sky out of thin air. He walked up and looked back to see Merlin still standing there.

It's like my feet have taken root.

He had no intention of following in. He even turned back to try to find the disappeared bridge, but even with his prediction ability at full power, he still couldn't find a way to escape.

"Let's go."

Ian urged.

Merlin remained motionless.

"I have no idea about tomb robbing. I don't like tomb robbing."

His desire to survive seemed to still be working.

"..."

Ian had a headache.

"Just think of it as me inviting you to my house." Ian still wanted to use Merlin to take possible protective measures. Of course, he couldn't let Merlin stay outside alone.

This may still be some dog.

But it is indeed cautious.

"How can you invite others into your own tomb as a guest..." Merlin's eyes twitched again. This niche invitation really made him feel a little overwhelmed.

"Really? I might have even set up a banquet inside and invited the tomb robbers to sit down and enjoy some wine and meat. You have no idea how generous I am!"

Ian tries to trick Merlin.

Merlin showed an unwavering attitude.

no way.

"You know, the God of War Ares loves to eat people the most. As soon as I turn around and leave, he will definitely eat you immediately to restore his strength." Ian could only speak in a sinister tone.

How can this not be called a threat?
Ian felt that he couldn't actually control the God of War Ares.

But Merlin didn't know.

This move really worked. Merlin just looked up at Ares's huge body, and the next moment he appeared next to Ian.

The young wizard didn't even see clearly how this guy moved.

"Actually, I've found what I want." Merlin sighed helplessly and stated the main reason why he didn't want to move forward. His words immediately surprised Ian.

"what?"

he asked.

At this moment, the two of them walked up the stairs, and before Merlin could answer, suddenly, the voice of the god of war Ares rang out again.

“Bow down with every step you take. Your sins will be halved on your way to rebirth. I will protect your true soul.” The resounding voice echoed throughout the world. Who would have thought that the God of War Ares was actually a middle school student with a second-year syndrome?

Ian knew that this guy had never calmed down again!

I didn't expect you to be waiting here!
Facing the voice of Ares, the god of war, which seemed to be announcing the rules to the visitor, Ian rolled his eyes and said, "What the hell! Think about where your true spirit has gone!"

There was indeed only a corpse on the throne.

There is no true spirit of the God of War.

"Run, Archmage."

Ian ran very fast and rushed to the palace gate in one breath, as if he was afraid that if he ran too slowly, he would hear the God of War say something like "Even if I hold up your tomb with one hand, it will still be this and that." To be honest, if Ian was not really speechless, he would not want to complain about a god corpse.

How disrespectful.

"It's not cold here."

Ian looked around. They were already in front of the palace, which could be considered as deep in the "dark cloud". Endless shadows were spread all around the palace.

Countless gray-black mists were surging, and only when you were in it could you see these shadows sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing, and countless shadows were condensing into different shapes. Some were like curled up black moths, with torn pieces of parchment still on their wings, and some were like rotten dragons, with asphalt-like black mist flowing on every scale.

The most horrifying were the shadows that resembled human outlines. They were struggling in agony, and their gnawed bones were vaguely visible under their translucent skin.

“This is too gloomy.”

Ian was not willing to accept such a sanctimonious style of painting.

"They... no, it's it..." Merlin's breathing was a little rapid, his eyes swept over the shadows, his pupils contracted violently, staring at the shadows.

"It's the Silent Nightmare!"

His voice was filled with disbelief.

Ian raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

"Silent Nightmare?"

He heard the name of this creature again. The shadow covering the sky in front of him was indeed similar to the Silent Nightmares he had encountered before, but those Silent Nightmares were not so huge!

The little wizard noticed that Merlin had corrected a statement once, using the word "it" instead of "they"!
"The Silent Nightmare is an extremely mysterious creature. It feeds on memory and history. The weak devour memories, and the strong distort history... I can't imagine what kind of history can feed such a huge creature!" Merlin's eyes were full of doubt.

He turned around and stared at the little wizard again.

"what have you done?"

The Wizard King didn't care about his life anymore. He was really shocked and was sure that the person in front of him must have used the Silent Nightmare to distort extremely important history.

The larger and more important the history is, the more it can feed a huge Silent Mist Nightmare. And now, Merlin dare not imagine what kind of history the Silent Mist Nightmare has devoured and distorted!
"If you ask me, who should I ask? If I wanted to know, would I still come with you to rob tombs?" Ian was actually quite shocked and became more and more curious about the future.

Merlin opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it. Perhaps he believed the little wizard's words, or perhaps the desire to survive took over his brain again.

Only he knows.

“Maybe there’s an answer in there.”

Ian looked at the magnificent palace in front of him. The gate of the palace was closed tightly and engraved with complicated runes. It was obviously blocked by some powerful seal.

"Maybe."

Merlin took a deep breath and calmed down. He still couldn't help but look at the shadow in the sky, and after waiting for a long time, he didn't see any movement from the little wizard.

"Why don't you open the door?"

Merlin turned his head suspiciously.

Ian raised his eyebrows and showed a matter-of-fact expression: "Isn't this the job of a prophet? Aren't you a prophet? Our contract stipulates that you are responsible for these difficult problems."

His words left Merlin speechless again.

"At that time, you didn't say this was your home!"

Merlin gritted his teeth and uttered a word full of regret.

"First of all, I didn't know you were coming here at first. Secondly... didn't you ask?" Ian blinked. His innocent look made Merlin want to hit him.

Who the hell could have imagined this situation?
Before robbing a tomb, you have to ask your partner if the tomb is yours?
Crazy!

Merlin's chest rose and fell violently for a moment, and his expression kept changing, finally settling on helplessness. "Let me study it. This may take some time."

He began to analyze the magic runes on the gate.

"how long it takes?"

Ian was also groping at the gate.

"One day, two days? The magic words here are very complicated." Merlin was not sure, but he was confident that he could analyze it. After all, his heart of Taoism had not been shattered yet.

"It seems that I am the real capable prophet." Ian stopped in front of the groove of the gate, took out his magic wand, and pushed it directly into the gate.

"Boom", "Boom", "Boom"

as predicted.

Just as he thought.

The door was immediately activated by the key. A dull sound continued to sound, like a heart beating violently, and the shadows around it were rolling and boiling like magma.

However, no attack was launched.

"boom!"

The palace shook.

It was like thousands of troops were galloping.

The huge portal was slowly opening, revealing a dazzling light. Five-colored divine light suddenly appeared, the blazing light was flashing, and the sky seemed to be trembling.

"This is not a prophecy."

Merlin took a few steps back and sighed softly.

"Predicting your own future design, how can this not be a prophecy? Master, don't you understand prophecy?" Ian's suspicious eyes made Merlin feel like a thousand horses were galloping in his heart.

"..."

His sigh was heavy.

"Then let it be."

How could the Wizard King respond to such a perverse theory? Merlin regretted it very much. If he had not wandered around while waiting for King Uther, he would not have met this guy.

If I hadn't met this guy, I wouldn't have come here so hastily to explore, and if I hadn't been so hasty to explore here, I would have been even less likely to encounter such suffering.

Hey.

After all, I shouldn't have brought King Uther here today in the first place!

Merlin was extremely upset.

Ian's mood was completely different. Seeing Merlin inheriting his legacy as a master of languages, his face immediately broke into a smile, and he brushed off the impossible dust on Merlin's translucent body.

"Remember to include this in your autobiography."

As the saying goes, there is a reason for being nice. Ian felt that with Merlin's recognition, who would dare to say that he had no talent in divination? Do you know what it means to be recognized by the wizard king himself?
"it is good……"

Merlin couldn't help shaking his head as he looked at his smug expression, but he felt relieved in his heart - the fact that he was going to write his autobiography must have proved that he could still get out alive.

"Boom!"

A huge roar echoed all around, and the door suddenly opened, revealing its interior. An old and mysterious atmosphere filled the air.

The space inside the palace was much wider than it looked from the outside, as if entering an independent world. The towering dome was inlaid with countless glowing gems, like stars in the night sky. The ground was paved with smooth black slate, and every step would cause a faint ripple.

It feels as magical as if you are walking on water.

but.

Even so, when stepping in, one could still feel a sense of emptiness. There were no burial objects in the entire palace, just as Ian had originally predicted.

of course.

There are also unexpected things.

This is actually a mausoleum.

What attracted his attention most in the entire palace was the coffin located in the middle of the palace. It was not floating or flickering, but just placed there like a very old and ordinary object.

Ancient and silent.

Above the coffin, a line of glowing runes was suspended. The words were slowly rotating in the air, as if they had life. The two people who stepped on it looked at the line of words.

Death is a great gift

The words are swaying and shining.

"What do you mean?"

Ian was quite confused after seeing this line of text.

"you ask me?"

Merlin was a little too tired to complain.

"Open the coffin, Archmage."

Ian took a deep breath. His fingers unconsciously clenched the wand, and his knuckles turned slightly white due to the force. How could he not be nervous facing a place that he suspected would be his final destination?

"it is good."

Merlin glanced at Ian and saw the young wizard's uneasiness, but he did not refuse. He raised his hand, whispered a few spells, and added several layers of protective magic to himself.

immediately.

Then he slowly walked to the front of the coffin. However, after a careful inspection, Merlin was shocked to find that there was no magical fluctuation on the coffin, not even the simplest protective spell. He looked around carefully again, trying to find any possible traces of magic or traps.

The result was still no gain.

The coffin is there.

It looks like a wooden box that couldn't be more ordinary.

Merlin frowned and looked back at Ian several times, his eyes filled with confusion. But Ian just stood there, his eyes still fixed on the coffin as if he was waiting for something.

"really weird."

Merlin muttered something quietly, probably believing Ian's previous identity information. He turned to face the coffin, put his hands on the coffin lid, and pushed hard.

"Wow~"

The coffin lid was not as heavy as expected, but surprisingly light. As the coffin lid slowly slid open, Merlin's eyes fell on the inside of the coffin.

"Ok?"

The next second, his body suddenly froze, and the expression on his face froze instantly. Seeing Merlin motionless, Ian couldn't help but feel more and more uneasy.

"what is inside?"

The young wizard asked.

But Merlin did not answer, still maintaining that stiff posture, as if he was fixed by something.

"Talking? Petrified?"

Ian became very alert, suspecting that Merlin had been killed. He even began to wonder if he would have to become Merlin and replace Merlin if Merlin died.

And at this time.

“×&%￥#@,￥#@§№☆548%!$#71^&%!$#&%￥…” Without any warning, Merlin suddenly started cursing.

This immediately made the young wizard feel relieved and at the same time, he was also filled with curiosity. What on earth did Merlin see that made him curse even more harshly than before!

"What is that?"

Ian walked up quickly and looked inside the coffin. There was indeed a body inside the coffin, but the body did not fit in the coffin that was large enough to accommodate a 1.9-meter-tall man.

The body was small.

It's probably only as big as a baby.

"what?"

Ian was confused.

I saw.

The feathers of the corpse were as black as night, with a faint luster, as if they had just fallen from the night sky. They did not appear shriveled, and time had not had any effect on them.

"How can I be a bird!"

Yes.

Ian saw a colorful black...raven.

(End of this chapter)