The slip of paper contained that very Savior Prophecy, only Murphy had made a few changes and cuts to it.
But to Murphy's disappointment once again, the latter merely glanced at it and showed no reaction. "I don't remember ever making such a prophecy."
Some prophets might fall into a trance when making prophecies and have no idea what they had said, such as Professor Trelawney, but that was usually because their own magical power was insufficient. A master of magic like Merlin would not normally have that problem.
Still, this prophecy might also have been something he would make in the future. Or perhaps the information left on that slip of paper had simply been wrong, and this was not Merlin's prophecy at all.
What was more, Merlin might not have told the truth to a stranger like him.
Murphy thought for a moment and decided not to keep dwelling on this question. Instead, he asked, "I wonder if the great mage Merlin has ever heard the name Miriam?"
Merlin's expression remained as calm as ever, but Murphy had been watching his face the entire time and keenly noticed the slight contraction of his pupils.
He knew Miriam.
"I have not," Merlin said. "Many people come and go through Camelot every day. You might as well ask around in the city."
Although the man said it without batting an eye, Murphy knew he was lying.
However, he acted as if he had not noticed at all and nodded with great regret. "All right, I suppose that's the only way. Thank you, great mage Merlin. I'll take my leave, then."
No sooner had Murphy walked out of Merlin's tower than the latter clapped his hands. A young wizard apprentice came at his summons from a nearby room. "Lord Merlin, what