"What is our wizard prince busy with?" Arthur asked his friend who was digging.
"Alas, Arthur. I have no offspring to inherit my profound knowledge and rich inheritance, and I am not optimistic about my descendants' great success."
"Before we go to fight Morgana, I decided to leave my legacy. Only those who are truly worthy can get it. Those who get the legacy will accomplish great things and even change the whole world." Merlin replied.
Arthur walked over and squatted beside Merlin, curious to see what was in the hole he had just dug. When he saw what was in the hole clearly, Arthur was full of confusion.
"You're going to put the inheritance in this box?" he asked.
Merlin shook his head. Although Arthur had been with him for a long time and had experienced a lot of wizard life, Arthur still looked at things the same way as most ordinary people.
"No, my friend. In the box is my staff and a seed. This seed will take root and sprout, and grow into a magical tree. It will stubbornly resist the cruel erosion of time and stand here until the right person comes to inherit my bloodline, magic, and wealth." Merlin tried to explain to him in simple and easy-to-understand words.
Arthur was silent for a few seconds, his eyes fixed on Merlin's face. No one could guess what he was thinking at the moment.
Finally, he said, "Merlin, can this box be made bigger?"
"Why, do you want to sleep in it and wake up as a zombie in the future?" Merlin asked jokingly.
"well..."
"Although this idea sounds interesting, it is not. I also want to leave my own legacy. If someone can inherit the legacy of the wizard prince in the future, then I believe he will also be qualified to inherit the legacy of me, the little king." Arthur directly stated his plan, which surprised Merlin.
"But you already have an heir. If you do this, this heir will have the highest right to the throne of England. Even if there are other monarchs on the throne at that time, they are unlikely to give up the throne for him. I have to remind you that this is likely to cause conflict." Merlin pointed out the problem.
Arthur laughed at himself. "Humph, I don't care about the throne! Besides, you and I both know that my son will not achieve anything great. He is my illegitimate son, and he is trying to force me to abdicate. Do you really think I know nothing?"
"Merlin, ever since you performed that magical ritual for us to make us stronger, we have lost our ability to have children. Now we have dragon blood flowing in our veins, so I have no other choice. I think this may be God's way of limiting worldly power."
"well..."
Merlin cast a spell again, making the space inside the box gradually expand, and said, "You're right, Arthur. It's like God is balancing the secular forces. Think about it, why are there so few wizards and witches? It's difficult for wizard couples to give birth to offspring with magical abilities. Often, their children become half-wizards, that is, squibs who can sense magic but cannot cast magic."
"But even with such huge population numbers and differences, my only wish is for wizards and non-wizards to live in peace and harmony. I hope that after I am gone, my Order of Merlin will continue to carry on my ideals. It is my dream to allow all species to live in peace. Although I did not see my dream come true in my lifetime, I always look forward to that day."
"Okay, drop a drop of your blood into this small bottle, and put anything else you want to keep in it!"
Arthur took his two swords, both enchanted by Merlin, rune-forged and forged by goblins and goblins, and placed them in the box.
"I leave 'Hope' and 'Despair' to my heirs." He muttered to himself as he put the sword into the box.
He had used these two swords to kill many magical monsters, and if used on humans, they would be invincible.
Merlin nodded at Arthur's choice. "Not bad, I thought you would put Excalibur in there too!"
"Ahem…"
"I still need it to win a few battles! But don't worry, I will leave the Sword of Kings to him, and it will be stuck in a stone. Haha, I can imagine that those who don't deserve it will definitely try to pull it out as a pastime." Arthur smiled and told his plan.
Merlin shook his head helplessly.
This is part of Arthur's character, and it is precisely because of this character that he can attract many talented and strong people to follow him.
"Well, I'm different from you. I plan to keep my main wand. My backup wand will be enough to defeat Morgana." Merlin said.
He then waved his hands, demonstrating his ability to cast spells without a wand.
The soil that had just been dug out began to fill back automatically, and soon completely covered the hole. Green grass also grew on it, ensuring that it would not be easily discovered.
"Okay, it's done. So who should I leave my material inheritance to? I don't trust my family." Arthur asked Merlin.
Merlin thought for a moment and suggested, "I think the goblins can keep it safe. I have given them a large piece of land, and they plan to start a money lending business there. They can guarantee the safety of the inheritance, and since we have done them a favor, they will definitely not betray our trust."
Arthur suddenly jumped up: "Wait! Merlin, answer me a question."
"What's the problem?" Merlin asked tiredly.
"You and I are both half-dragons with dragon blood. This way, our heir will have the blood of both of us. Will he become a real dragon?"
"And, most importantly, will he be infertile like us?"
Arthur asked with concern, he didn't want his heir to suffer like this.
Merlin brushed off his robes disapprovingly.
"I've thought about that, but don't worry. I've enchanted our blood to only allow him to fuse enough to retain his human form. If he can fuse completely while retaining his human form, it's possible that a whole new species of human could be created."
"As for his ability to reproduce, he still has more time to figure it out. I hope he can find a cure!"
Arthur stepped back and said jokingly, "My friend, you can really scare me sometimes."
But then, he raised the sword of kings high, with a firm and confident look on his face: "Okay, let's go get rid of that bitch...that witch, my half-sister!"
"That's right, let's go!"
"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that I have already made a talking portrait of us. My portrait will stay in Hogwarts, and yours will be placed in the palace where the future king will live. Our heir will definitely be able to find my portrait, but I can't guarantee that he will be able to find yours." Merlin told him.
"Ha, Merlin, my friend, my strong and kind friend, can't you guide him to my portrait?" Arthur asked, with a bit of flattery.
"Why would I do this? I don't want my heir to inherit your bad habits. I'm a Slytherin, and if you were a wizard, you would probably be a Gryffindor. Gryffindors are notoriously stupid." Merlin said deliberately sternly, but in fact he was just joking.
"But you said a few years ago that Gryffindor wizards were brave! Besides, I don't have any bad habits." Arthur retorted proudly.
"Really? But I heard this morning that you sleepwalked into the pigsty and rode the pigs as if they were horses. Then you fainted and fell asleep in the pigsty." Merlin's words made Arthur so embarrassed that he choked on his own saliva.
"Ahem... Please, I was drunk, not sleepwalking. Don't distort the facts!" Arthur complained.
"So what the bard sang wasn't true? Hmm..." Merlin added.
"What! The bard is singing about that? Ah, my reputation is ruined." Arthur muttered dejectedly.
The two of them continued walking while joking with each other.
Anyone who saw them that day will remember that no one has seen them since.
The story of the wizard prince Merlin and King Arthur Pendragon will be told forever.
Morgana Le Fay disappeared with them.
People in the wizarding world believed that Arthur and Merlin fought a fierce battle with her and eventually defeated her, but they also died together with her.
The small seed left by Merlin gradually grew into a tree as tall as two stories. People who were not qualified could not see the tree at all.
Therefore, no one knew of its existence, not even the wizards.
This tree has witnessed countless wars and conflicts, the rise and fall of countless monarchs and the assassinations they encountered.
However, the one who deserved to inherit the estate never showed up.
Years passed, decades passed, centuries passed.
This lonely tree always stands there, fulfilling its duty. No matter how long it has to wait, it is silently waiting for the destined person.
...
January 5, 1968
London
A little boy who just turned 9 years old was running desperately on the streets of London at night, his face full of fear and exhaustion.
Two hours ago, he was watching a parade on the street, but he accidentally let go of his mother's hand and got lost in the crowd.
He called out to his mother loudly, but the noisy crowd completely drowned out his voice.
His small body became a problem at this moment. He was clearly aware that if he did not leave this crowded place as soon as possible, he would probably be stepped on by those overly excited people.
So he made a prompt decision and quickly escaped from the crowd.
At first, he was full of confidence and thought he knew the way home. But in the end, he found out that he was extremely wrong. The London night after the sun went down made him feel more confused than ever before.
The long search made him tired and thirsty.
Finally, he saw a park not far away and decided to go there and drink some water from the public tap.
After quenching his thirst, his mood gradually calmed down. He looked around, and it was pitch black and extremely quiet.
"Mom..." He was too tired to walk anymore and just wanted to have a good rest.
"It seems that I can only recover my strength first and continue looking for my mother when the day breaks..."
At this time, he noticed that a tree had grown on the concrete ground. In order to make himself more comfortable, he decided to rest under the tree.
He leaned quietly against the tree trunk, curled up into a ball, sobbed and closed his eyes.
At first, he felt cold because he was only wearing a T-shirt and a pair of shorts, but after a while, he felt as if there were gusts of warm wind blowing around him.
Unknown to the little boy and the people around him, that night the tree suddenly began to glow so brightly that it seemed as if it was about to turn into the sun.
The big tree was filled with joy and excitement, because it had finally waited for the moment to fulfill its owner's wish.