tenth person

Morgana "suggested" him to move more than once, "You're still young, brother, although you were poisoned by Uther, age doesn't lie, why are you guarding this old place?! You hate him!"

His sister just likes to confuse the truth, Uther is not likable, but he doesn't hate his father, Morgana hates him, but Arthur?No, he doesn't hate him.

"He disowned you," Morgana pointed out, "because you came out."

Yes, he came out with Uther, god knows how much he drank that day, bloody vengeful - I'll let you know, just the pain of your son hiding the truth from you all these years. Uther initially intended to dismiss his proclamation as a drunken whim.Then his father left, called five hours later to cut off all ties, and in a final handout mentioned that there was nothing left to do but the house.

So Arthur still lives in this house, which is classic - synonymous with old-fashioned, elegant - another name for dull, expensive - well, there's nothing wrong with that. Morgana was never willing to come to the door, and whenever she wanted to find him, she would call him out anytime, anywhere like rubbing a magic lamp.

Camelot, the name of this bar, Arthur has been here since he reached drinking age, the bartender and owner Gaius is an old friend of his father, it can be said that Uther may miss the most after leaving Camelot The convenience of drinking a dry beer.

"You still don't intend to leave, it seems." Gaius, who was old enough to be his grandfather, leaned against the bar with a slightly fat belly, his long vest and ponytail made him look a little like a soul musician, "I Guess." Arthur answered curtly, and before he could sink into his thoughts, someone next to him asked for a refill of beer.

Arthur glanced over unconsciously.

Young people, there are actually young people in Camelot, oh, George next to him can't be counted, although that guy is only in his early thirties, the top of his head is at least [-], and the corners of his mouth are at least [-]. Gaius had gone off to perform his pouring duties, and Arthur noticed that he saw him too, God's eyes were magical... and the jet-black hair, funny ears, he must be very proud of those big ears, because the short The black hair was perfectly circled around the ears to set them off, this black-haired boy - Arthur couldn't help describing him as a boy, like an elf!He also winked to himself and smiled, "Hi." He said hello with just the right amount of youthfulness - something he didn't seem to do very often.

perfect.

God, he could buy wine with that smile.Oh no, Arthur was willing to buy a drink for that smile, he came to his senses. "Newcomer?" he heard himself say, "Gaius, to celebrate the discovery of your bar finally, mine."

The gray-haired old bartender tapped the glass with a spatula to skim off the foam, stared at the newcomer for a while, and pushed two glasses of whole malt over, his eyebrows raised and lowered.

"Thanks." The dark-haired elf frowned and smiled, as if he wasn't sure whether he should smile or frown, and he blinked for a moment before Arthur stared at him with interest.

"Merlin." Finally the dark-haired young man reached out to him.

"Oh, did I ask?" Arthur frowned and looked haughty, and Merlin was about to feel offended and take back his outstretched hand, "Arthur, then," he had already squeezed with a mischievous smile Merlin's palm, with long, strong fingers.

"Arthur what? Bastard?" Merlin cocked his eyebrows back.Usually he doesn't like to do it, it makes him uncomfortable to be touched, but this time, he was a little surprised.

"Aww." The bartender stood between them at some point. Merin tried to pull his hand back but couldn't.

Arthur glanced at the bartender, squinted his eyes, and squeezed Merlin's hand, his deep blue eyes under the light almost took Merlin's soul away: "Arthur Pendragon, at your service (At your service)."

Merlin blushed slightly at the retro self-introduction and muttered, "Emrys."

"Nice to meet you Merlin Emrys, you look..."

"Familiar?" The old bartender interjected again standing behind the bar, "I thought you could come up with something new, I'm disappointed." He lowered his head and teased, and his old neck protruded three layers of chin.

"It's Gaius, stupid old Gaius," Arthur complained.

Merlin couldn't help grinning, the bartender raised one eyebrow again, and Arthur let go of Merlin's hand under his stare.

"Will, in case you want to know," Will muttered across the bar.