The gusts of sea breeze made Merlin feel a chill, but it also made him sober up. His muddy and tired mind was dazed for a moment, then he woke up, slowly got up, and moved his body.
He stretched his muscles vigorously, and his body made slight clicks, like a misaligned machine being corrected back to normal.
Merlin sighed, looking exhausted both physically and mentally.
It was indeed tiring. Merlin sometimes felt as if the rest of his life had been compressed, and all his joys, sorrows, anger and happiness were piled on his face and rushed towards him.
From vaguely knowing the existence of the fence, finding the secret at the end of the world, and even heading towards the final battle, all of this happened too fast for him. Thinking back carefully, he and his teacher had been pursuing the result for decades without getting it, but in just a few years, they had actually seen the end.
"Teacher, I wish you could live a few more years."
Merlin muttered to himself as he thought of this. He was very curious, if the teacher also knew the truth about this world, what would he feel
After rounding it off, Merlin finally knew the so-called "truth", but this "truth" now seemed a little disappointing. Of course, this might also be because Merlin had too high expectations.
“I always thought that my teacher was a pitiful person, who dedicated his whole life to something intangible, and even until his death, he had no idea of the whole picture.
Later, I felt that I was the more pitiful one. My teacher died with great expectations, and even when death was approaching, he still held on to his passion. After his death, I was left alone to abandon this foolish alchemy for the sake of human progress, and to completely bury what I was proud of. "
"And now?"
Arthur came over, and late at night, the two did not return to their respective rooms, but strolled on the deck.
"Now?"
Merlin thought about it, and his monotonous voice showed some ups and downs.
“I feel like I’m both very lucky and very unlucky.”
Merlin raised his head and looked at the huge, twisted steel bird's nest. There was a faint light and bursts of iron knocking sounds in it. The technicians were working overtime, not wasting even the time on the journey, to carry out maintenance and add equipment for the Dawn.
"I am happier than all the alchemists. In all these thousands of years, I am the only one who has seen the truth. More importantly, on this path of pursuit, I seem to have paid nothing."
Merlin reached out and brushed the railing, feeling the rust on it.
"I did nothing but wait there, and then these guys drove this ship and miraculously brought the truth back from the end of the cold world."
Looking at Arthur, Merlin looked serious.
"You know, alchemists plunder each other's knowledge and fight each other for several rounds. This truth is like picking it up for free for me."
"For nothing?"
Arthur couldn't help laughing when he heard Merlin describe the truth like this. Looking at Arthur's smiling face, Merlin also made a few hollow laughs to match him.
The two men leaned against the railing, with the dark sea water surging and rolling beneath them.