"Leave it to you, Master Trickster. I need to know every piece of information in his head."
Su Ming opened Cloak's bundle and handed Wind Demon over to Merlin. As for why he still called him Master Trickster, it was because, at the moment, pretending to know nothing was best.
At least with Ancient One absent, getting too proactively involved in Omniverse-level magical affairs brought no benefit.
However, finding Ancient One's whereabouts had to be put back on the agenda. Su Ming believed Ancient One knew about Merlin, yet she had said nothing and left this ticking bomb for Deathstroke. Something about that was strange.
Merlin did not see what Su Ming was thinking. Stroking his beard, he looked Wind Demon over from head to toe with shining eyes, as though inspecting ingredients.
Wind Demon tried to escape using Elemental Form, but dozens of Crimson Bands of Cyttorak instantly wrapped him up like a rice dumpling. The old mage cast spells so quickly that it seemed any magic came at his fingertips.
"Don't even think about running. From now on, your lifelong test subject number is 10086. Be good and come with me. Heh heh heh."
Merlin dragged Wind Demon away with a strange laugh, not forgetting to turn back and say that someone would deliver the intelligence shortly.
Charles shuddered. Thankfully, the old mage had no intention of experimenting on Mutants, or Charles would have felt rather unsafe.
What he did not know was that Merlin's experiments on Mutants were already nearly complete on Subject 9527. Mister Sinister's powers were exceptionally comprehensive, so the scope of experimentation had naturally been broad as well.
"I'll begin my travels here in London. Um, Mr. Wilson, I'm leaving now." Charles pointed tentatively toward the main entrance.
Su Ming nodded and pulled a