Chapter 441

King Arthur?

Many thoughts turned in Murphy's mind, but the first one to jump out was another question: Since there is King Arthur, is Merlin also in this city?

In the crystal coffin behind the Gate of Rebirth, he saw a prophecy allegedly left by Merlin—and it was exactly the same as the prophecy he fabricated. He was very curious about this.

Originally, the purpose of his trip was to see the prophet Miriam, but being able to make that prophecy, perhaps Merlin was also a prophet.

Moreover, according to the note behind the Gate of Rebirth, the time Merlin made that prophecy was 547 AD, and according to the various classics he collected about Miriam in Arkaim, she also lived in a similar era.

There wouldn't be many "prophets" in this world. If Miriam also lived in this era, Merlin might have heard her name.

The serf crawling at his feet was obviously scared out of his wits by him. Murphy didn't care about him anymore, but came to the city gate.

Two guards in armor holding long spears were casually looking at the crowd entering and leaving the city gate. Murphy's appearance was extraordinary, and his attire was even more luxurious, making the two notice him at a glance. At this moment, seeing Murphy come to the front, a guard took the initiative to talk: "This gentleman, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Is the Archmage Merlin in the city?" Murphy asked.

The guard nodded: "May I ask who you are?"

The legendary Merlin was actually really in this city. Murphy breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't expect to meet the real person so easily. He was not familiar with this era and didn't want to say much, just looked at the guard and said: "Take me to see him!"

His voice used the Command Charm. The guard was dazed for a moment, then hurried to say: "So it's a friend of Lord Merlin, I'll take you there right away."

Camelot was a strong city built on a mountain peak. Its magnificent city walls stood on cliffs, and it was hard to imagine it was built by human power alone.

Murphy looked at the surrounding environment while trying the mental network. Sure enough, there was no reaction, and those devices gathering the magic power of the Magic Net could not be felt either. But this was also a matter of course. Those things were able to support him in completing a thousand-year travel, which had already achieved the original purpose. Murphy was not too disappointed.

It was just not certain whether Miriam was in this era. If not, he might have to find another magic energy source for another time travel. Fortunately, even if Miriam didn't live at this time, she should be not far away on the timeline, and he wouldn't need a particularly strong magic energy consumption to travel there.

Pondering these thoughts in his heart, Murphy followed the guard around a ridge. When he walked into a small alley, Murphy saw no one around, so he pointed his finger at the back of the guard's head: "Legilimens!"

He was going to meet Merlin soon. The other party might be the most powerful wizard in history, but whether he was an enemy or a friend was still unclear. Murphy intended to learn more about the current world before meeting him. Legilimens was the fastest way.

"What did you say, my lord?" The guard stopped his steps in confusion and turned to ask.

Murphy was stunned for a moment. The spell didn't take effect.

He had used this spell hundreds of times, and it was impossible to have a casting error. However, the feeling just now was indeed wrong. A stream of magic power flowed out from his fingertips, but he didn't perceive the feeling of having pulled something or triggered something as he had in the past.

Between heaven and earth, something he had been accustomed to was gone.

But his Command Charm could still take effect.

"Lumos!"

No reaction.

Murphy frowned, raised his hand, and a bolt of lightning crackled and leaped into mid-air, then dissipated.

The spell was invalid, but his own magic ability was completely intact.

The problem was with the Magic Net.

"Wi-Wizard..." The guard looked at Murphy in astonishment, "Are you a wizard?"

Murphy thought for a while, pointed his finger at the guard again. This time, he didn't chant the spell, but imagined a scene in his mind, constructed a path for magic power to take effect, and then a ray of light shot out from his fingertips and hit the guard.

That magic power immediately invaded the other party's brain, hindered the function of his hippocampus, and disturbed his frontal lobe, making him unable to form the memory of the last ten seconds or so.

The guard was dazed for a second, then turned around as if nothing had happened: "Please follow me closely, my lord, there are thieves in this block."

Murphy followed, but there was a realization in his heart.

Here, there was no Magic Net. Magic seemed to return to an extremely primitive state, similar to wishing. It no longer relied on spells to take effect, but regulated the operation of magic power through imagination—just like those gods.

The Magic Net was not formed naturally. This point was known long ago through research on the Department of Mysteries. But when it was built and by whom, researchers had never had any clue.

Originally, they thought that the Magic Net might have existed for tens of thousands of years, but now it looks much younger than imagined.

So is it possible that someone now built the Magic Net? For example, Merlin?

After all, Merlin is basically equivalent to the god of wizards. If anyone could do something like building the Magic Net, Murphy would think of this one first.

Thinking of this, Murphy couldn't help but feel a little slightly excited.

The god of wizards, perhaps he might have a way to deal with gods in his hands.

Perhaps this is the reason why I came to this time?

The guard took Murphy into the castle. In a tower, Murphy met the legendary wizard.

Unlike the chocolate frog cards or the old man Murphy imagined, Merlin looked only forty or fifty years old, with a serious face, even somewhat heroic. He didn't look like a wizard, but rather more like a general.

But he wore a wide blue robe embroidered with golden stars, and a headband inlaid with more than ten gems on his forehead. And beside his desk stood a strangely shaped staff, the massive crystal at the top of the staff shining with a deep blue luster. These fully explained the other party's identity as a magician.

In the magic vision, the pale purple magic power level also explained that the other party was at least a magic master like Dumbledore.

"Archmage Merlin." Murphy stepped forward and bowed slightly.

Merlin was also looking at him, with a look of realization on his face: "You are also a wizard? The guard said someone wanted to see me, but didn't explain the other party's identity. I was wondering who could let the guard lead the way without revealing their identity. So that's how it is."

"I don't have a legal identity here, so I had to resort to this, please forgive me." Murphy said, "Murphy Darkholm. It's an honor to meet you, Archmage Merlin."

Merlin stared at him with a pair of brown eyes and nodded faintly: "Please sit, Mage Murphy. May I ask what brings you here?"

Murphy had been paying attention to the other party's expression. Seeing that he had no reaction when hearing his name, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. However, he still took out a note and handed it to Merlin.

"Was this prophecy made by you?"

(End of chapter)