Among the chess pieces.

"Haha, if you look like this, you are still going to lose. A balanced match is the most important thing." Sheldon pinched his chin lightly, raised the chess pieces, and tapped the old black and white chessboard.

"Hmph! No matter what, I won't lose to you this time! I'll bet my reputation on Nightmare!"

Merlin even wanted to use the magic power of nightmares to secretly inject part of it into the chess pieces...

"Hmph! Let them see the true power of nightmare! The failure last time, the last time, and the last time before was just a trivial mistake!" Merlin, who was in the sea of ​​consciousness, waved his small tentacles and said unconvinced.

Roar.

"That's right! We will definitely win!" Marquez regrouped and prepared to fight for another 300 rounds.

Ding-ding!

The doorbell rang, and the wooden door was quickly opened.

"Sheldon, we need to close all the [door] spells and not open them until after the orc rebellion to prevent anyone from coming in from the side door. In addition, we need to open a door leading to the orc apartment.

"

"Okay, okay..." Sheldon yawned and waved his hand gently towards Merlin, "Son, wait for me, I'll be right back."

"Okay! Go quickly, remember to come back soon!" Merlin chuckled, his eyes full of cunning.

"The little guy seems to have grown up a lot recently. He is growing taller." Peiman looked at Merlin's gradually taller body, smacked his lips, and said in approval.

"In two years, I will take him to be dip-dyed, and then he will be able to use magic power." Sheldon also responded with a smile. He clenched his fists, and the mottled magic light gradually emerged from under the skin.

Bang!

The door is closed.

"Marquez, hurry up!" Merlin made a quick decision and urged Marquez to do something small.

Magic chess is like a battlefield, ever-changing.

In short, one person and one nightmare, playing tricks openly and openly.

Merlin pinched the [Nightmare] chess piece with his palm, and sneakily placed it next to the opponent's [Human] chess piece.

"Hey hey hey hey... attack, attack me!" The rogue nightmare laughed like a cathartic, as if the disintegrated chess pieces were the prey that was crushed in his hands.

"Hey, why are you so excited?"

"This is the pride of being a nightmare, Marquez, you have to be proud too!"

"Tch, why are you so fussy about this kind of thing?"

"You don't understand!" cried Merlin stubbornly, "break them apart, kill them, devour them!"

"Are you tired of losing all the time?"

"Yes! No! Yes!"

Marquez seemed to have acquired a new quality from Merlin—perhaps an absurdly competitive spirit.

The result was obvious. When Sheldon returned, he was shocked to find that all the chess pieces in his camp were shattered.

"Son, it's not good to be mean."

"The battlefield is ever-changing! You told me this." Merlin playfully sucked his fingers and looked at the human and orc chess pieces that were broken into powder with a sly look on his face.

Orcs and humans are always placed closest because they are the most similar, and the defense power orcs can provide is first-rate.

"Oh... you are right."

"Reality is not a chessboard, hey, that's what you said too."

"But it's just a game. My dear Marin, there's no need for it next time. If you want to win, I can always let you win."

"The battlefield is ever-changing! There is no room for you to withdraw!"

"Okay, okay, go to bed!"

Sheldon, who was quite speechless, quickly picked up the little guy, threw him into a simple bed, and put him to sleep. He lit a dim lamp, spread out a notebook, and stopped writing.
Chapter completed!