Chapter 871: Magic Technology, Unexpected Identity

"Too long, too long." Merlin XVI said seriously to Victor in front of him with a cold face. "Merlin VII thought that your ancestors would contact him within a hundred years. He thought that you would have more pursuit of magic."

"It turns out that being a farmer was more attractive than magic when developing a new colony at that time." Nodding, Victor gave a simple explanation for his ancestor's thoughts at that time. Then he quickly expressed his opinion to Merlin XVI. "However, unlike them, my thirst for magic trumps everything else. So I very much want to visit your master, learn from him, and seek a little help from him."

"Don't you think it's too late?" Shaking his head, Merlin XVI showed an indifferent look on his face. "Opportunities don't stay there waiting for others. Your ancestors qualified for that because he had that talent and luck, and he passed the test. But you, I'm sorry, young man. I have absolutely nothing for you Know."

"I think we can communicate and get to know each other a little bit. You should know that the talent of a magician can be passed down through the blood. And I think that my talent is better than my ancestors."

"You came too late, young man. Since my master woke up, we no longer need apprentices. The master has found a new way, and your presence is meaningless to him."

Merlin XVI directly rejected Victor's request. At the same time, he also turned around directly, planning to leave from Victor's eyes.

And this is obviously different from what Victor thought, and with his nature, it is obviously impossible for him to let Merlin XVI just disappear from his eyes. So he immediately stretched out his hand, blocking Merlin XVI with raging hellfire.

"I can't let you go like this, sir. Tell me, how can I find your master. I don't have so much time to accompany you to play this kind of exam promotion and qualification screening game."

"Interesting, after so many years, you are the first person who dares to use magic to challenge us!"

With a cold snort, Merlin XVI immediately pressed his palm. And in his movements, even the supernatural power that was as fierce as the fire of hell, was like a docile little sheep, quietly sinking down.

"Now that you know of our existence, you should understand what kind of connection we have with magic. Don't you feel a little overwhelmed if you want to use magic to defeat us?"

"Of course I understand. So I don't rely on magic alone!"

From his cloak, he took out a staff of civilization with a huge gemstone inlaid on the top,

Victor held it and pointed to the disdainful Merlin XVI. And following his movements, a straight and dazzling light shot out directly, like an indestructible sharp blade, directly cut off Merlin XVI's shoulder, making him instantly lose the power to maintain his own magic.

The flames rose again, and Victor strode up, grabbed Merlin XVI by the neck, pressed him directly against the wall of the alleyway, and threatened him.

"Technology is sometimes more useful than magic. Tell me, where is your master? I know you are just one of his countless servants, so don't test my patience. I can destroy you and find another one!"

Although he lost an arm, Merlin XVI behaved as if the arm was not his own. He stared at Victor in front of him without even blinking his brows, his indifferent eyes were completely indifferent to life and death.

"Even if you destroy me, you won't be able to get any help from other people. The master has given up that plan, and you have no chance."

Such a response made Viktor furious, and he immediately raised the scepter in his hand, letting it firmly hold Merlin XVI's throat, while retaining the last patience to persuade him.

"Last chance, where is he?"

Merlin XVI closed his eyes in silence, and this action completely exhausted Victor's last bit of patience. He was about to activate the scepter in his hand immediately, so that the strong heat energy from it would directly penetrate the head of this stubborn old man. But at this moment, Merlin XVI suddenly turned his head and looked straight into his eyes.

"Wait a minute!"

Although he was very happy about this sudden turning point, Victor was not willing to give up his current advantage at all. He became aggressive, though only verbally.

"Why, I'm scared. I thought you were the kind of tough guy who wouldn't bow his head even if he died?"

"Master wants to see you! He saw your existence through my eyes, and he also became quite interested in you."

Ignoring this verbal provocation, Merlin XVI directly turned his eyes to the wall at the end of the alley. There, the dim light slowly intertwined a special pattern, and as the pattern formed, the entire wall began to vibrate slightly like ripples on the surface of calm water.

Seeing such a scene, Victor immediately let go of the old man who was no longer useful to him, turned around and walked towards the wall.

Without a sound, he walked into the wall like a phantom. And as his figure disappeared into the alleyway, Merlin XVI silently picked up the arm on the ground, and aimed the neat cut at his arm.

A strange light flashed on his shoulder, and soon, the arm that had already become a stump returned to his master's body again. And after moving my arms a few times, I felt that there was no problem anymore. Merlin XVI picked up the broom from the back door of his shop and started to clean up the traces on the ground.

A thin layer of mist began to spread under his feet, and the corpses on the ground were gradually turned into ashes under the influence of this mist. And Merlin XVI is like all the shopkeepers who clean the entrance of their shops, using the broom in their hands to clean these things up bit by bit.

This always happens in London, which is always covered in fog. But this is not something Victor is willing to care about at all. He took his own steps and stepped out of an antique mirror that looked old. But at this time, he found himself in another place, a dark place lit by burning candles and raised braziers.

The surrounding walls are covered with thick tapestries, and the surrounding corners are also filled with expensive antique furniture. It looks quite magnificent, but under the reflection of the dim firelight, these things always give people a feeling of being in a ghost.

Of course, Victor, who has gone back and forth to hell several times, is not afraid of this environmental change, on the contrary, he is full of interest in everything here. Especially the mirror that brought him here.

You know, as a magician, he has enough confidence in himself. But what happened just now surprised him a little. He could understand what force brought him suddenly from the alleys of London to this kind of place, but he didn't understand how it all worked. He didn't feel any magic, especially in that alley. Otherwise, he didn't need that stubborn old man Merlin XVI at all, and he could find this place by himself.

Those who are familiar with magic know that the real power of magic lies not in its power, but in whether it can be integrated into life. A truly powerful mage's every move is magic, and they can cast spells anywhere without any deliberate actions. Victor has always thought that he has reached this level, after all, he has reached the limit of what a mage can do. But now it seems that he seems a little arrogant. Compared with the person who arranged all this, he still has some gaps, and how deep this gap is, even he himself can't see clearly.

This realization made him a little disappointed, but also a little excited. Because this is enough to prove how powerful the target he is looking for is. And with the excitement of meeting this legendary existence, Victor gave birth to his hand and gently wiped the mirror in front of him.

A string of Latin words engraved on it was revealed with his movements, and driven by curiosity, Victor read out these words bit by bit.

"By the power of truth, I shall conquer all things in my lifetime."

"The sentence from "Faust", I like this sentence very much. So after having a conversation with Goethe, I engraved this sentence on the mirror. Let myself be able to memorize it by heart."

The sudden sound made Victor immediately take precautions. At the same time, he also turned his gaze to the direction where the voice came from. And in his line of sight, a pair of strange figures appeared in front of him.

Pushing a wheelchair, a blond woman with an indifferent face. There is also a Chinese man sitting in a wheelchair, skinny but with bright eyes. He had seen these two people more than once, but seeing their existence in this place at this time, he still couldn't help being surprised, even absurd.

"Why are you? Why are you here? Your Excellency the Baron?"

"Why can't it be me?"

Knocking his fingers, the flames lighting up the entire room suddenly turned into a scorching glow. At the same time, it also made his own appearance clearly reflected in Victor's eyes. Smith Zhou smiled meaningfully at him.

"I have many identities, so many that even the gods and devils can't figure it out. So, why can't I appear here?" (To be continued.)