Yarra's Adventure Notes-Chapter 1289 - 75 Merlin Field’s Home

"Thank you very much, Mr. Kyle," even the composed Snape couldn’t help but twitch the corners of his mouth, resisting the urge to roll his eyes, he said, "However, please tell me something I don’t know."

"Hmm, you don’t know? I understand." Pannis stroked his chin, furrowing his brows in thought for a moment before hesitantly speaking, "This Mithril Coin was minted in the year 3632, produced by the Farrar Imperial Royal Mint in accordance with the World Unified Coinage Specification. A total of thirty thousand Mithril Coins were minted, most of which were used for international trade, only a small part... Ah, Catherine, why are you glaring at me again? I’m sure Grandpa Snape doesn’t know this because everything I said after is made up, hahaha, hey, hey, calm down, what you’re holding in your hand is your grandfather’s house, since when does anyone get angry and throws someone’s house? "

"Wait a minute." Marquis Snape might have been old, but his hearing hadn’t deteriorated; even though Pannis spoke quickly, the old marquis keenly caught the intriguing content in his words, prompting him to ask with confusion, "Mr. Kyle, what did you just say? Catherine, what exactly does this Mithril Coin mean? How is it related to that bastard Merlin? Why did you say this is Merlin’s house?"

"Uh, Grandpa Snape, you could be a bit calmer and listen to me slowly," Catherine gave Pannis a grateful look, her heart clear that in order not to cause the elderly marquis, whose physical functions had already declined, any danger due to the slumbering guest in the Mithril Coin, she had to do as she was doing now: divert his attention while slowly revealing the specific situation to the old man. Thus, what seemed like meaningless chatter from Pannis teasing the old man was actually to protect him. By now, the old man must have guessed something and was prepared to hear the truth, which meant revealing it to him now would minimize the risk. Therefore, Catherine placed the Mithril Coin gently in the old marquis’s hands, and whispered, "Grandfather and his team members have all passed away, this you know, but you certainly don’t know the cause of their deaths. They were twisted by the power of death in the Forbidden Land of Living Souls, transformed into Twisted Souls, forever wandering that land, never to be free."

"And then?" the old marquis clutched Catherine’s hand, full of expectation, "I know you have more to tell me, please, tell me what happened next. Did you encounter that bastard Merlin after his soul was twisted?"

"Yes, not only did we encounter him, but my grandfather’s soul attacked us," Catherine nodded and recounted the dangers in the Forbidden Land of Living Souls: "That’s how I was pulled back from the edge of death by Pannis. No, it was an edge much more terrifying than death itself, so terrifying that I dare not recall those few minutes in the dream. Just thinking about it causes a pain in my heart like it’s being torn apart."

"You’ve suffered, child. I had no idea you faced such a terrible danger. That bastard Merlin, even in death, he causes distress. You’re his granddaughter, and so outstanding, yet he had the heart to attack you," Snape gritted his teeth, caressing Catherine’s head, and cursed the long-dead Old Field fiercely before suddenly becoming puzzled, "But that doesn’t explain what you just said; according to your story, Merlin should have completely lost his sanity, and you should have purified him in the end, right? Then why do you still say this Mithril Coin is his house?"

"Because I was interrupted before I could finish, Grandpa Snape," Catherine said with a wry smile, "The story isn’t over yet."

"Ah, sorry, I shouldn’t have interrupted Catherine’s story," the Old Marquis said with a careful smile, like an old man coaxing his granddaughter to happiness. "Go ahead, I won’t interrupt again."

"After that..." Remembering how Pannis had pulled her back from the brink of distortion, the knight girl subconsciously touched her lips and revealed a slightly shy smile with flushed cheeks. She recounted how she was saved, of course, omitting the kiss that had appeared countless times in her dreams lately. By the end, the girl had finally regained her composure from her shyness. She stole a glance at the Old Marquis to ensure he was in a stable condition before continuing very slowly, "As a result, when we turned back with Ava’s reminder, we found Grandpa’s soul, Grandpa Snape’s soul, restored to normal from its twisted state. Hey, Grandpa, Grandpa Snape, please hang in there, don’t scare me, please stay strong."

After Catherine finished her last sentence, Snape, with his intellect, had already deduced what had happened next. He immediately understood what Pannis meant when he said that the Mithril Coin was from Merlin’s family. Maybe, this meant that he still had a chance to see his old friend, who he had lived with a heart full of guilt for over forty years, again. Maybe he had the chance to express his longing to Merlin personally, to apologize for his death, and for the death of his only son. Perhaps he might even have the chance to receive his old friend’s forgiveness, to sit down together like in the old days, and have a drink while lamenting the mercilessness of fate.

In an instant, the old man thought a great deal, the more he thought, the more excited he became. He was so excited that his heartbeat quickened, so thrilled that he couldn’t restrain his emotions, and almost jumped out of his armchair. But as soon as he stood up, the Old Marquis felt everything go dark before his eyes, everything around him was shaking, and he involuntarily collapsed back into the armchair, gasping for air.

"Grandpa Snape, hold on, follow my rhythm, breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out," the knight girl massaged the Old Marquis’s chest while guiding his breathing until it stabilized. Not until cold sweat had broken out on his forehead and his body had softened from the stiffness of a moment before did Catherine finally breathe a sigh of relief, patting her chest she said, "I warned you to stay calm, and still, this happened, you nearly scared me to death. It’s lucky I revealed a bit of the content in advance to prepare you, otherwise, what is clearly good news might have turned out..."

"All right, it was just a bit of overexcitement from the surprise, I should be fine once I’ve recovered," Pannis said, handing a cup of hot water to Catherine. "Take a sip to calm yourself down, don’t drink too much, wait until you’ve completely recovered before drinking more."

"Phew, I’m alright now," the Old Marquis said, pressing his hand to his chest and sitting up with effort. Still concerned, he pressed, "The thing you just mentioned, it wasn’t a joke, right?"

"What do you think?" Pannis said, placing the Mithril Coin that had fallen onto the armchair back into the Old Marquis’s hand and blinked, "Maybe you need to verify it for yourself?"