How to say it?
Say that all the bruises on myself were self-inflicted?
Then what should I say if asked why I hurt myself? Merlin doesn't want to hear rumors all over the human world that he's contracted hundreds or thousands of dubious diseases!
"Don't talk about losing or not, it's not nice to poke at people's scars. This is my good buddy Merlin, he said he wants to take me treasure hunting, and we just signed a contract."
Indeed, there was a magic contract manifesting between Ian and Merlin.
"Treasure hunting?"
Little Morgan's eyes lit up.
"Yes, once we dig it up, the treasure will be split fifty-fifty between Merlin and me. I've already proven my professionalism to my good buddy." Ian was fully displaying the professional demeanor of a Hogwarts cunning merchant.
Full of charm.
"How did you prove it?"
A shadow creature suddenly chimed in.
Ian gave a hard glare at the shadow in Morgan's hand, but still showed his tools to his good apprentice, a set of professional equipment from the Alchemy Master.
Some looked like delicate hooks, others like ancient compasses, and there were shovels with rather peculiar designs — these only made the shadow creature feel somewhat familiar.
"Are you going grave robbing!?"
It instantly detected where the so-called treasure lay.
After all.
It was from the Soul Hall.
"So it's grave robbing!" Little Morgan suddenly realized and then became pensive, feeling she gained new understanding and inherited knowledge about her teacher's wizard stream.
"That sounds terrible." Ian rolled his eyes.
Little Morgan stopped mentioning grave robbing, but the shadow creature didn't spare him.
"Grave robbing is grave robbing. I'm just curious about what kind of grave would make a legend pull in another legend." The shadow creature's voice became more excited when talking about grave robbing.
Completely unaware of its still captive status.
"That's also what I want to ask. We just signed the contract and haven't had time to talk details." Hearing this, Ian turned to look at Merlin, who exuded an air of mystery.
Asked his heart.
If there was a really good grave.
He would have dug it himself.
Merlin likely would too.
And Merlin dared not go alone, absolutely because the place was very dangerous. Seeing the little wizard's gaze fixed on him, Merlin first cast a meaningful glance at the shadow creature in Morgan's hand.
Then.
After pondering his words, he softly spoke.
"It's indeed possibly a dangerous place, but I believe there's a road leading forward there. Because the owner of that tomb had accomplished things that neither you nor I could." Merlin spoke with some seriousness in his voice.
"What things?"
The little wizard was instantly piqued with curiosity.
Merlin glanced at him, then again at the shadow creature in Morgan's hand, "I think, this group of shadows from history should be quite familiar with that name."
Paused for a moment.
"The tomb we want to excavate, it entombs the legend - the wizard who once killed three divine spirits." His statement immediately triggered a huge reaction from the shadow creature.
"You are crazy! Crazy!"
The shadow creature let out an ear-piercing scream of fear.
Clearly.
It knew what Merlin was talking about.
"Never allowed!"
The shadow creature roared.
But Merlin ignored its voice, looking at the still confused little wizard.
"Perhaps you, who come from more than a thousand years in the future, can no longer find relevant record information, but I firmly believe that you and I can find what we want in this adventure." His voice was full of conviction.
"A wizard who killed divine spirits?"
Ian was still immersed in the shock.
"Yes."
Merlin nodded slightly.
"The tomb I have found belongs to the God Eater... Medivh."
He spoke softly.
His tone was calm yet heavy.
However.
"Ah????"
Ian was suddenly taken aback upon hearing this.
This time it was his turn to be stunned.
"Oh! My God!"
Little Morgan was also stunned.
Making a pact with Merlin to rob Medivh's grave?
She felt that her teacher was indeed the true daring one!
"This..." Ian swallowed nervously and looked at the [May's Contract] that was already engraved on his body, linked to his soul.
"Is it still in time to break the contract now?"
He rubbed hard at the imprint left by the contract.
Sadly.
No miracle occurred.