[AM] seek medical advice

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It was the first time that Arthur felt that going out was such a refreshing thing. There was no government affairs, no national economy and people's livelihood, no uncle's frowning, no gentle but heavy smile from Gwen, and no knights who were obviously different from before manner.Only he, Merlin, and two docile horses with shiny fur were walking forward in the dry wind of early autumn.

It would be great if we could keep doing this slowly. Time passed slowly, his father gradually grew old, he fell in love, got married, and studied government affairs slowly, and then took Meilin who grew up with him slowly, and gradually became The next King of Camelot.

But this kind of thinking is just escaping reality.

Because this is his responsibility, he is the crown prince of Camelot, for the sake of his people, but also for his own pride, he will not allow himself to escape.

Even Merlin, that idiot who walked nine meters and bumped into ten people, knew this truth.

Yesterday, Merlin wanted to pry open his head to see what was inside. For this reason, he made up a long time to explain why he was walking slowly. As a result, until now, Merlin has not said a word about "slowly" This made Arthur, who had made up a reason for a long time, feel very unhappy.

When he explained it, he seemed to cover it up, as if he cared so much about this guy's thoughts, but if he didn't explain it, he always felt suffocated.

"Why don't you ask me why I walk so slowly?"

Arthur sneaked a peek at himself all the way, who couldn't guess his little thoughts.But Merlin was also willing not to tell the truth, he said leisurely: "You are Prince Arthur, you can go fast if you want to go fast, and go slow if you want to go slow." But the fact that Arthur valued his ideas made Merlin a little He was very proud, so he replied deliberately as if he was doing something bad: "I'm just a servant, how dare I question the prince's decision?"

Arthur glared at Merlin, then kicked Merlin's horse sharply in the rear.

Before Merlin could react, the man had already flown out with the horse, leaving only a long cry of surprise.

But before the horse ran out of Arthur's sight, he accelerated to catch up.

Arthur accelerated to the same speed as Merlin, grabbed the reins in Merlin's hand, and quickly slowed down, but the perpetrator himself did not intend to repent, but smiled brightly: "Do you still dare?" Make fun of me?"

Merlin stared and said angrily, "Prince Arthur is so smart! After your servant fell off his horse and died, he really can't tease you anymore!"

Arthur's smiling face was buried in the horse's back.

"In the future, when someone asks, 'Where is your loyal servant who worked hard to help you serve tea, water, laundry, and mop the floor', you can just answer lightly, 'Oh, I threw him off the horse and died because he made fun of me', that's fine. Anyway, there must be no good adjectives on my tombstone in the end."

"Okay," Arthur, who finally straightened up, stretched out his hand and patted Merlin's back that was tense because of anger: "You know I can't really let you fall."

"Of course it's impossible for me to die because of this kind of reason." Merlin didn't hold on to this matter anymore, even if he really fell off the horse, he could use magic to save himself.But bickering with Arthur has become a habit: "I guess it will end up because the prince is too annoying and exhausting."

Arthur also laughed at Merlin's clumsiness as usual: "Don't worry, you will be stupid in the end."

Merlin said he didn't want to talk to him.

Since their speed is already procrastinating, even if Arthur wants to relax, he can't really stop and camp wherever the scenery is good like an outing.Therefore, they only ate some dry food at noon when they dismounted to rest, and only gathered firewood by a small stream until the corner of the sky was gradually dyed with indigo.

Merlin picked some common herbs and mushrooms in the woods, set up a pot, and used the dagger that Arthur had pinned to his waist before he left, sliced ​​the mushrooms into pieces and threw them into the pot.Camelot's royal family's golden emblem on the hilt looms in his slender fingers.Arthur dug out a large oaken soup spoon from Merlin's luggage bag, leaned over to scoop it up, poured it down his throat, and then stuck out his tongue exaggeratedly: "eww...how can the soup you make be so delicious? Bad drink?"

"I made it terrible?" Merlin stared incredulously, and threw the rest of the mushrooms into the pot without peeling, and the dagger was directly stuck on the ground. "You have never tasted the soup made by Gaius. It is ten times worse than his refreshing potion made of thistle and clove root."

"Oh my God," Arthur made a vomiting motion, obviously he was fed Gaius's mind-altering potion since he was a child, and he felt more empathy than Merlin, "That's really bad enough to drink."

Merlin lowered his head, and flicked the handle of the dagger at his hand. The handle buzzed and shook, and his voice was so low that no one could hear his emotions: "Even so, in order to take care of his self-esteem, I still drink a few more sips every time, so He still thinks I like to drink his soup the most."

Arthur turned his head and stared at Merlin unblinkingly with his blue eyes reflecting the beating flames, "It sounds like you want to express something."

"What I want to express is," Merlin raised his head and looked directly into the other person's eyes, "one must know how to be grateful for the fruits of others' labor."

"But you are my servant."

"Didn't you say yesterday that you want to experience the life of a commoner? I am also your citizen."

"But before you are my people, you are my servant first."

"But..." "Shut up, Merlin."

Merlin raised his eyebrows and pursed his mouth to make a perfunctory expression: All right, all right, you are a prince, you are right in everything you say.

Although Arthur expressed the highest level of dissatisfaction with Merlin's culinary skills inherited from Gaius, he still pinched his nose and frowned, gulping down the last mouthful of soup mixed with fungus and herbs in uneven shapes.

He squinted his eyes and watched Merlin go to wash the pot. When Merlin came back from the creek with the pot, he stretched his legs to trip him. Surprisingly, Merlin, who has always been clumsy, was not fooled. .

Perhaps to cover up his embarrassment, Arthur repeated the old saying: "Tsk, you really didn't cook this bad food just to get revenge on me for kicking your horse?"

"I'm drinking the same pot of soup as you!" Merlin protested that the royal vegetable head questioned not only his agility but also his character. If it wasn't because Arthur was stupid enough, he really wanted the pot and Arthur Get close to Ser's stupid head.

At the end of summer night, the temperature of the day seeps into the ground, and the ground is baked by the fire that is not extinguished until the golden brown of breakfast bread, but it is still cold to the touch.Merlin shivered when he lay down, because they were in a hurry when they went out, they only brought a blanket, and they were covering Arthur who was sleeping across from him.He turned over, wrapped his clothes tightly, and tried to hypnotize himself that he was sleeping on the soft and warm bread.

Just when he was about to succeed in hypnosis, something suddenly covered his head from behind.

It's a blanket.

Arthur's voice came from behind him: "Don't deny Merlin, you just want to take revenge on me, and you put a blanket on me by the fire, are you trying to heat me to death?"

Merlin sat up, shook the blanket with a smile, rolled himself in again, and lay down again facing Arthur.The blanket still had the body temperature of the previous owner, and he inexplicably had the illusion that he was really sleeping on the bread.

And it's the kind of bread that is just baked for the royal family, and the cook will chase it for a day if you sneak it.

My heart warms up.

Although Arthur usually gave him something to eat, Merlin still had the pleasure of getting something good by accident.Thinking of this, he involuntarily fixed his eyes on Arthur who was looking at the sky and wondering what he was thinking: "Can't you sleep?"

"..." Arthur was lying very close to the fire, he pressed his hands behind his head, the warm yellow halo on the side of his face was faintly shaking, and after a short silence, he answered the question: "This morning I When I woke you up, I saw a wooden dragon beside your bed, which seemed very familiar to me, as if I had seen it somewhere before."

Merlin was in a daze for a moment when he heard the other party say "I woke you up this morning". Arthur told him what he would say to the other party every day, which felt really novel and weird.But when he heard the second half of the sentence, he immediately woke up with a shiver—has Arthur seen the dragon that Balino gave him?Did he know that Balino had chipped it himself?Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and he finally decided to play dumb to test Arthur's reaction.

"That kind of handicraft is very common, you may have seen it at the market in Camelot."

Arthur's gaze remained on the night sky, and Merlin had every reason to convince himself that he didn't notice the averting of his gaze.Arthur did not dwell on this matter any more, but replied lightly: "Maybe, I don't remember clearly."

Merlin's high-hanging heart slowly let go. He noticed that Arthur's mood was not too high, so he rolled up the blanket and arched in that direction, and said softly, "Don't worry, Alice must have a way."

"When I went hunting with my father for the first time as a child, Morgana and I had an argument over shooting the same rabbit." Arthur's answer made Merlin wonder if this guy didn't listen to him at all in the first place. "Obviously I shot it first, but Morgana said the rabbit belonged to her, because I only shot the hind leg, and she shot the heart."

There was no anger or nostalgia in Arthur's tone, it was just narrating the matter, such an attitude made Merlin not know what to say for a while.

Fortunately, Arthur didn't want him to respond. He paused and continued, "Father finally took the rabbit away. The reason is that he is the king, and everything in the country belongs to him."

It's standard Uther style.Merlin thought silently.

"Because we have a common enemy, Morgana and I immediately let go of our old grievances, and when we spent the night in the woods, we secretly got together to speak ill of my father."

I can almost imagine the scene, the silly Arthur and Morgana whispering behind Uther's back.Merlin almost laughed out loud, but soon he couldn't stop laughing.

"There are many more things like this," Arthur's voice didn't fluctuate, but Merlin felt that the corners of his mouth must have curled up involuntarily when he said this.

"...I have never understood, since when Morgana became strange." Merlin heard Arthur's sigh clearly, "I don't know, I really don't know, I never I found out that she has such signs."

Merlin knew the answer to this question, and he really wanted to say that you can't blame this, if you have to blame it, you can only blame me.

But he can't say, he can only continue to keep silent.

"Morgana is so good, isn't she, she is such a good person." Arthur finally moved, his eyes collided with Merlin's, and at this moment, both of them felt that they couldn't understand the complicated emotions in each other's eyes , but vaguely felt that he seemed to understand. "I liked her, and you liked her too, didn't you?"

Merlin couldn't shake his head and say no.

Morgana fought against the water-seeking beast with him, helped him take in Morrimod, went to Eldor with him, and experienced countless things with him.

He handed her a gorgeous long dress behind the screen, he changed her bedroom with fresh flowers that were still stained with morning dew, he brought her the news of the druid, and he helped her save her life.

Who doesn't love Morgana?

She is so beautiful, so smart, and yet so kind.

At least she used to be kind.

Few people can say that their words mylady did not have admiration.

It's just that there are too many things in his heart to pretend. At first it was his own magic, and later it became his Destiny. These things filled his soul and life, leaving him no time to care about emotional issues.So his liking for Morgana stopped at friendship very early on, and before he was tempted, his admiration had turned into friendship.

Arthur understood, he realized that he had transmitted his depression to the other party-why did he say this to Merlin?In case that fool mistakenly thinks he has some messy ideas...

"Yes." Merlin said suddenly.

"what?"

"I said yes." His voice was not loud, but his tone was sure. "I was, really liked Morgana."

"Uh..." Arthur thought that the other party would not answer, but he still pretended to be expecting it, "Well, I know."

"No," Merlin closed his eyes, "you don't know."

You don't know how I coaxed and tricked her into drinking the poison/drug.

He ran away in double exhaustion.He was oppressed by sleepiness and guilt.He was sweating profusely and his eyes were hot.His hands trembled, his fingertips twitched.But he uncorked the bottle accurately, and poured the thick hemlock juice steadily into the cowhide water bag through the narrow mouth of the bottle.

The bright green liquid and the brown-yellow bottle mixed and refracted under the daylight, very much like the color of Morgana's eyes.He looked at Morgana's blurred figure through tears, and kept saying that I had no choice.

For him, Arthur can only be a proposition forever, and his name will not exist in the options.

For a moment he thought that Morgana had really forgiven him, and he swore he would never want to hurt his friend again.However, the fact slapped him loudly. Morgana was no longer what she used to be. She was determined to stand against Arthur.Merlin didn't know how to convince himself not to attack Morgana. He doubted her, speculated about her with the worst thoughts, and almost killed her, but he had no choice. He had to do this to protect Arthur.He didn't even know whether he should be happy or sad after Arthur knew about it. He didn't need to fight against the enemy alone, but he didn't want Arthur to suffer the same pain as he did to his friends.

Arthur really began to regret asking this question at this time.He really wanted to refute that there was something I didn't know, but when he thought about it carefully, he seemed to really know nothing about Merlin's love life, except for vaguely remembering that Merlin had sent flowers to Morgana a long time ago.This was really weird, they were together every day, but he didn't know how many girls Merlin had liked.

He felt that his eyes were about to observe Merlin uncontrollably again, but he was confident that he could control it, after all, he was very experienced in this... Well, he had to admit that most of them were failures, because his The corner of the eye is now on Merlin.He could only be secretly thankful that Merlin was staring at the ground now and didn't notice his gaze - he always felt ashamed of his behavior of peeking at the servants.

In other words, peeking at Merlin.

He had long forgotten when he developed this bad habit. Maybe at first he felt that Merlin's smirk could make people feel relaxed, but gradually, he began to unconsciously pay attention to Merlin's emotions.Merlin is soft-hearted and will cry for people he has never met.He is also very stupid, and will giggle by himself because of a word of his own.Sometimes he is a little cute, with a messy little curly hair on his head, puffing his cheeks and complaining to him.His big ears were red with anger, and his eyes were wide open, showing that his cheekbones were not even that high.

That's why he felt strange, he knew him far better than Merlin imagined.But when he found that he didn't know Merlin as well as he thought, his mood became very complicated.He didn't know what kind of relationship experience Merlin had, and to be honest, he didn't really want to know. He even thought that the reason he didn't know was that Merlin had never liked anyone.On the one hand, he thought this was an excuse he made for himself, and on the other hand, he felt inexplicably happy about this possibility.

Arthur stared at Merlin in a long silence, Merlin's head gradually drooped, half of his face was huddled in the blanket, his eyelashes were lightly closed, and he fell asleep at some point.The flames jumping in the wind crackled, and Arthur was strangely calmed by the emotions evoked by the memories at first. As usual, as long as he remembered that Merlin was still by his side, all the troubles would not be so difficult.

Including Morgana's betrayal.

He almost asked Merlin just now, could Morgana become bad because of magic?What would Merlin say?He would definitely say no.Arthur belatedly remembered that Merlin had a childhood sweetheart who was a magician.Although Merlin had proved to him that magic was evil many times before, he never ignored Merlin's sad expression when he said these words - he couldn't deny the evil of magic, but he was unwilling to deny magic itself.Arthur didn't know whether Merlin's friendliness towards magic came from Gaius and Will, but Arthur believed that Merlin would not lie to him, so he didn't pursue Merlin's good feelings that he didn't know where they came from.

Sometimes he thinks that Merlin is braver than him. He is obviously a coward who gets red eyes at every turn, pales instantly when he hears frightening legends, and can frighten him by speeding up a horse, but he can bravely face what they have experienced together. those horrible things.

Arthur couldn't control his eyes, so he simply turned his back on Merlin, closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep.

Time travels back to the night many years ago, when he and Morgana had a tantrum with their father over the ownership of a rabbit, and he also turned his back on his father.At that time, Arthur was lying on his side by the fire, with the galaxy spreading to the sky at the end of his vision.He rested his arm on his head and thought: This starry sky is like Morgana's eyes.

But today, when he looked up and saw the starry sky, Morgana didn't seem to be the first thing that came to his mind.

He tried very hard to search for the flashing thought in his mind, but he couldn't catch the tail of his thoughts.The night wind blew through his golden hair, and the sound of leaves rubbing in his ears gradually faded away. Arthur felt his consciousness dim. was held tightly by him.

Merlin's eyes.He thought vaguely, like Merlin's eyes.

Then finally couldn't hold it any longer, and fell into a deep sleep.

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At noon on the third day, they finally crossed the border between Camelot and Namis. At the end of the plain, there are scattered red coniferous trees unique to Namis. Traces, very suitable for people who live alone temporarily.Arthur turned his head to look at Merlin, and happened to meet Merlin's gaze, and they both saw a little regret in each other's eyes.It had been a long time since they had traveled so leisurely, and this trip proved to them in a way that could be observed by the naked eye that they were about to come to an end.

"The place Gaius said is near here," Arthur tugged on the rein of his right hand, and the brown horse turned slightly to the right, stopping a step ahead of Merlin's horse.He absently looked away, looked into the distance and thought for a few seconds and said, "Let's look separately. But after you find it, you are not allowed to act alone. You must notify the other party first, understand?"

Merlin's skeptical gaze was almost substantive: "Are you sure you will notify me when you find it?"

"Of course." Arthur clicked his tongue, "Am I that reckless?"

"More reckless than you think."

"Okay," Arthur said in a tone of "I know you can't do without me", "then let's look for it together, so Coward Merlin should feel at ease."

Merlin has long been accustomed to this level of sarcasm. He knows Arthur's virtues too well. If the two of them act separately, whoever finds the first and who will be the first bird who may be kicked out is a half-gamble. Half the chance, it's not as cost-effective as acting together.

It was rare for the noisy manservant not to talk back, and Arthur took pleasure in thinking that Merlin was indirectly acknowledging that he couldn't do without him.He turned his head away, grinning uncontrollably.In order to cover up his stupid behavior, he directly drove the horse in a possible direction.Merlin followed behind him step by step, watching the golden head in front rise and fall with the horse's pace.

Alice's residence was not hidden, and they easily found a small wooden house in a place with relatively lush vegetation on the edge of the forest: a simple wooden low fence was built beside the house, and a few pieces of washed white linen clothes were hung to dry; A few strings of blue flags with wind chimes hanging from them jingled in the wind; various herbs were planted in the yard, and most Merlins could be named—exactly as Gaius described.Merlin walked in after Arthur, and saw that there was a set of pottery on the poplar table in the yard. Among them, two or three cups seemed to be used frequently, and they didn't seem to be isolated from the world.Is it because Camelot revoked her arrest some time ago?Merlin felt a little unbalanced. Her wanted list was removed by Gaius when Uther was still awake, but his old portraits were still on the top of the wanted list. Gaius never helped her. He begged.

The two stood in the yard and looked at each other. Arthur moved first and strode towards the main entrance of the wooden house.Merlin came to his senses, trotted over and grabbed him: "Wait, you can't go."

"Why can't I go?" Arthur said he couldn't understand, but he still obeyed and didn't break away from Merlin.Merlin relaxed a little, and explained: "You were the one who put her in prison. Although the arrest warrant has been revoked, what if she attacks you reflexively? It's better for me to go." In fact, he originally wanted to say that Arthur is now His identity did not allow it, but he didn't want to add invisible pressure to Arthur, so he temporarily changed to a less convincing reason.

Arthur could secretly indulge Merlin in other matters, but he could not give in on such a dangerous matter. "I put her in prison because you were an informer. If she really wanted to attack someone, wouldn't you attack if she saw it?"

It was only then that Merlin remembered that he had a trump card that he hadn't brought out: "I have a letter from Gaius." He scoured the backpack for a long time, and finally took out the white letter with half of the sealant stamped off.He mouthed [ToAlice] on the white envelope: "Gaius said, if Alice rejects us, let me show her this letter." He repeated the key point: "Let, I, Show it to her."

Just like a villain, he succeeds.

Arthur first acted as if he couldn't stand him, rolled his eyes at him, then reached out his hand like lightning the moment he turned his head, and grabbed the letter directly into his hand, then he raised his eyebrows at Merlin. Smiling face: "Okay, now I am the one who has the letter."

Merlin was dumbfounded.Arthur, the head of the dish, actually learned to suppress first and then raise!I'm really afraid of hooligans being educated.He was secretly thinking about how to snatch the letter back with magic while Arthur was not paying attention, but Arthur had already walked three steps at a time, and planned to knock on the door first.

Seeing that Merlin couldn't stop him, he could only stick to Arthur's side nervously, trying to prevent accidents from happening.

Arthur didn't dare to relax, secretly on guard, raised his hand and knocked on the door.What responded to them was silence, and the birdsong in the forest echoed clearly nearby.He knocked harder and again, but still no one came to the door.When the knock on the door rang three rounds, both of them felt that they were so nervous that they looked so stupid. Arthur gave Merlin a look, Merlin nodded to him, and decided to let him open the door and go in. look.

"Merlin?" A familiar voice came from behind the two of them. Merlin and Arthur turned their heads at the same time, and saw Alice standing outside the fence, her meticulous pale golden braid obediently draped over her left shoulder. Two young men who tried to force their way into her house.

Arthur closed the half-opened door again in embarrassment. He coughed dryly, rolled up the sleeves on his forearms at a loss, hesitated for a long time, and said: "It's not what you think." Then he stretched out his hand and slapped Merlin who was just giggling.

The moment Alice chose to call out his name instead of directly attacking them in the back, Merlin knew that Alice had no ill intentions towards them.He scratched the bridge of his nose in embarrassment, took a step forward and took the letter from Arthur's hand, and said to Alice: "Gaius has a letter for me to pass to you."

Merlin didn't know how to describe Alice's expression, whether it was more confusion or more panic. Merlin guessed that the sudden appearance of people from Camelot still made her feel a little uncomfortable.She walked around the simple low fence and walked into the yard. The small bamboo basket on her arm was dangling, and the herbs with soil were neatly spread inside, which showed that her daily life was also in order.

Merlin tried his best to pass the letter to her with the most harmless expression. Alice nodded and took it. She put the basket on the poplar table beside her, and pulled off the crumbling seal with both hands.It may be because Alice was obviously still on guard and didn't invite them to their seats.Arthur still felt very uncomfortable, he looked around casually, and finally found a topic around the small bamboo basket: "There are so many herbs planted at home, do you still need to go out to pick them?"

Alice raised her head and looked at him in panic when she heard this, and Arthur realized that his words could be full of suspicion in this situation, and Merlin came out to rescue him in time before he was about to evaporate in embarrassment: "Because some plants The growth environment is not easy to simulate, so you need to go out to collect. I often go to far away places to help Gaius collect herbs, right?"

"Cough," Arthur pretended to be educated: "So that's how it is."

Merlin felt that he didn't need to worry about Arthur's so-called face at this time. He said to Alice with a smirk, "Don't be nervous, we don't have any malicious intentions. This dish is just looking for something to say, so ignore him."

That phrase managed to make Alice laugh. She smiled friendly and said, "He looks more nervous than me."

Merlin quickly turned around and gave Arthur a wink. Arthur looked at Alice's kind face, hesitating like a boy confessing for the first time: "It's like this, as the person in charge of Camelot, I'm sorry for wronging you last time." I am very sorry for my behavior.”

"Actually, you don't think I was wronged in that incident. Although I was controlled, I really..."

"No." Arthur suddenly became serious, "Camelot treats everyone fairly. At least within the scope of my ability, I will try my best to maintain justice, whether it is ordinary people... or mages. Although the mages I have seen so far are all It's evil, but at least I should find out why, instead of arresting you because you're a mage."

Merlin felt guilty for a second. In fact, the reason why Arthur grabbed Alice so simply was because he swears that he saw it with his own eyes.

Alice didn't expect Arthur to take this issue so seriously.She carefully looked at the expression on Arthur's face for a long time, showing a somewhat complicated expression: "You are really completely different from your father." She sighed, "You will become a good king."

The proud little expression on Merlin's face was too eye-catching, and Alice laughed dumbfounded. She asked them to sit down first, and then she sat on the table, smoothing out the letter that was a little crumpled due to nervousness just now.

There were several clay cups on the table filled with water, and the water marks on the walls of the cups were still very clear. This time, Merlin was really curious and asked, "Did someone come here just now?"

Alice's hand when she read the letter was stiff for a moment, and then returned to normal: "A patient came here. She needs to rest and is resting in the house."

Merlin frowned, but said nothing.Arthur had a clear face: "No wonder no one answered the knock on the door just now."

"I know what you guys want to come to me." Alice closed the letter paper, looking a little embarrassed: "If it is a mental problem caused by drugs, I can still try it, but Uther's situation seems to be unable to accept the fact impact."

Finally, it came to the question that Arthur was most concerned about. "So you have no way to heal?"

"Psychological problems are almost impossible to cure. We can only comfort them as much as possible. And we need to prescribe the right medicine."

"Prescribe the right medicine?"

"Yes, heart disease needs heart medicine. You need to find the crux of his shock and find a way to untie his heart knot, so the situation will get better." Alice paused, recalling Uther when he was young Looking arrogant, she went on to say: "However, in some cases, as time goes by, the state will recover." Before Arthur could ask, she answered first: "According to what I know about Uther , he won't be hit by this kind of thing for too long, and he should recover slowly."

Arthur smiled and patted Merlin on the back.Merlin groaned in pain, and Arthur laughed at his weakness, but he moved lightly.Suddenly, Merlin's pupils dilated suddenly, and he pushed Arthur away forcefully. Arthur fell to the ground without defense.He looked up to get angry, but he heard the familiar voice of a woman chanting a spell amplified by surprise and anger, with a hint of surprise mixed in the voice.Before he could react, Merlin had already been knocked into the air, his back slammed into the edge of the wooden house, and then his body slid down softly, lying on the ground without moving.

"Merlin!" Arthur quickly got up and ran towards Merlin.

"Don't move!"

Arthur still wanted to run, but in the end he chose to stop. He turned around slowly, and almost squeezed the name out of his teeth: "Morgana."