Meldy’s Disorder

When Merlin opened the door, he found Meldy waiting at her desk.

This private space was a huge teacher’s room. Although it was not as big as Aslan’s, it was big enough to accentuate her status in this school.

The middle-aged lady stared at her prime disciple.

It was not just a normal stare; her eyes were coated with a magical power—she was looking at Merlin through it.

Meldy was checking Merlin’s body by using her magical power.

She fixed her eyes on her prime disciple who was now in perfect one piece.

It seemed like that sudden level-drilling did not really affect this boy’s body.

If it was somebody else, he or she might have to stay in bed for a few days. But those people were not like the one in front of her; common sense did not work with her prime disciple.

Merlin recovered after one night.

This boy bowed a little and greeted his master,

“Good morning, master,” there was a soft cunning person’s smile on his face.