Chapter 1: Merlin
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In Merlin’s memories, there were many details about Old Wilson, but memories of his mother were vague. He only knew that she was an Eastern refugee whom his father married, and that Merlin’s black hair came from her.
However, his mother died shortly after giving birth to Merlin, so even Merlin himself couldn’t remember her face clearly.
“Knock knock knock.”
Just as Merlin was lost in thought, a knock came at the door. Merlin hurried back to bed and said, “Come in!”
The door opened softly, and a maid dressed in gray walked in, holding a set of clothes. She said softly, “Young Master Merlin, these are your clothes for today.”
Seeing her, Merlin’s memory returned—this was his personal maid, named Lucia.
Merlin replied calmly, “Alright, leave the clothes here and go.”
Lucia kept her head bowed, but now slightly lifted it, revealing a fair face. Though freckled, she was still quite pretty.
“Young Master Merlin, Miss Meixue is waiting downstairs for breakfast.”
Merlin nodded. “Got it, I’ll be down soon.”
Lucia curtsied and gracefully exited the room. Merlin then got up, picked up the clothes she had placed on the desk, and quickly changed.
The white shirt was comfortable, likely made of cotton, and clearly hand-stitched—there were no signs of machine sewing. After putting on the black jacket, Merlin examined himself in the mirror. Other than the look in his eyes, everything felt foreign.
Merlin left the bedroom and came downstairs to the hall, where he saw his sister Meixue sitting with an unhappy face. She had clearly been waiting for a while.
“Hurry up, Merlin, or we’ll be late for church again.”
“Oh? Where are we going?”
Merlin sat down and frowned. He truly didn’t know where they were going. Although he had absorbed many of Wilson Merlin’s memories, some parts were still missing.
Meixue widened her eyes and barely held back her temper. She lowered her voice. “Don’t pretend, Merlin. Even if father went to the fief to collect taxes, he ordered you to train with Knight Perot at the church every day!”
Merlin said nothing but took note of this. From Meixue’s words, he gathered that Old Wilson had left and wouldn’t return for a while. That gave him time to fully integrate the new memories without raising suspicion.
“I understand.”
Merlin responded calmly, then picked up a knife and fork to start breakfast.
Breakfast consisted of bread, milk, and some very thick wheat porridge. The taste was quite good, and Merlin had a big appetite, drinking three bowls in a row.
Merlin ate quickly. After wiping the food crumbs from the corners of his mouth, he finally had time to carefully look at Meixue.
Meixue was the daughter of Old Wilson’s eighth wife. As for this wife’s name, Merlin didn’t know.
When it came to Old Wilson’s eighth wife, a pair of large breasts appeared in Merlin’s mind.
Yes, large and full breasts—Merlin had privately referred to her as “the big-breasts lady.”
Thinking of the big-breasts lady, Merlin instinctively glanced at Meixue’s chest.
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