The uncle took off his sunglasses and looked at Meilin:

"I'll send you a letter for someone."

"You are a witch hunter!"

When Merlin saw the yellow, cat-like pupils, he almost immediately identified the identity of the uncle in front of him. He had seen such eyes once in Old Whistler. To be honest, such obvious characteristics are hard to forget after seeing them once.

"Yes, I'm a witch hunter."

The white-haired uncle shrugged, and he took out a wrinkled letter from his waist pocket and handed it to Merlin, saying:

"I met Little Ulysses last month and he asked me to help him take care of his baby daughter, but I found out that his daughter seems to be with you now, so he wrote a letter to me to pass it on to you."

“Ulysses?”

Meilin looked at the letter without a signature, and he looked suspiciously at the white-haired, gentle but very vicissitudes of the uncle in front of him, and he said:

"Ulysses. Master of Bloodstone?"

"Yeah, yes, it's him."

The white-haired uncle sighed:

"Ah, time flies so fast. In a blink of an eye, the little kid from that time is now called a master."

"Where is Master Ulysses? Since he is still alive, why don't you come back to see his daughter? Elsa has always been worried about him."

Merlin said:

"There hasn't been a message for several years. Isn't it too irresponsible for such a father?"

"Well, what do you mean?"

The white-haired uncle said hesitantly:

"Ulysses had no choice but to do something very important to him. In short, you will know after reading the letter."

After saying that, the uncle ignored Meilin. He put on his gloves again and began to help Meilin deal with the alchemy materials. Judging from his skillful movements and techniques, this uncle is definitely an alchemy master.

Merlin sat aside and reached out to open the wrinkled letter.

It can be seen that the letter was written in a very urgent situation, and there was a trace of blood on the letter paper.

“Mr. Merlin:”

"I'm sorry to bother you this way, but I'm chasing Dracula now. I really can't take time and can't go see my Elsa."

"Dracula is the eternal enemy of the Bloodstone family. It is a very dangerous legendary vampire. Once it knows that Elsa has left the Bloodstone Manor, it will definitely attack my daughter. I hope you can protect Elsa on my behalf, and most importantly, don't let her know what I'm doing now, and don't let her participate in Dracula's affairs."

"We've never met, but I know that you are also a soldier who served the former Strategic Science Legion. Page has a high opinion of you, so I'm very relieved to leave this to you."

"Of course, I won't let you do these things in vain. I, Mr. Togelot, brought you my gift of thanks and it should satisfy you."

"Finally, as your reward for helping me take care of my daughter, I would like to remind you one more time."

"As early as the Strategic Science Legion, there were some dangerous elements in your organization. Peggy had been trying to suppress them before retirement, but SHIELD's rapid expansion gave them a chance to rise again."

“Based on the information I have collected during this period, those hiding have reached a deal with vampires in America called the ‘Ultimate Program’. They are no longer satisfied with being invisible in the darkness. They are actively seeking intervention from external forces. I mean, their next plan is likely to be to subvert the organization you are in.”

"Be careful."

"Finally thank you again for your help, Mr. Merlin. If I have the chance in the future, I will thank you in person."

"-Ulysses. Bloodstone, July 2000."

After reading the letter, Merlin did not doubt the authenticity of the contents in the letter. At the bottom of the letter, not only was there a bloodstone family badge, but Ulysses's private seal. Merlin had seen it once in Elsa, and this was not fake.

Moreover, in this letter, Ulysses had already pointed out the identity of the white-haired uncle in front of him.

"Are you Geralt of Livia?"

Meilin put down the letter in his hand, looked at the busy uncle in front of him, and said:

"Legendary Witch Hunter White Wolf? Are you really still alive?"

"Yes, for a while, they did call me Bailang."

The uncle said without looking back:

"But then no one called that. Those who knew me, those I knew, were dead."

"How could you live for so long?"

Merlin asked:

"It's been more than 1,000 years, right?"

"Well, to be precise, 1373."

The uncle said in a relaxed tone:

"In your opinion, it's very long, right? In fact, it seems to me it's just a sparse and ordinary person. I also know a beautiful lady who has lived since 400 BC to the present."

"No, I mean, how did you live so long?"

Merlin changed his question and said:

"The lifespan of the witch hunter is not that long, right?"

"Oh, this one."

Geralt turned around, he looked at Merlin, shrugged, and said:

"Because I have a warlock with great alchemy, and there are no witch hunters of the same era as me, so they are old and I am still alive."

Speaking of this, Geralt grinned, smiled, and said to Merlin in a tone of an experienced person:

"So, little boy, you must keep your eyes open when you look for a wife in the future."
Chapter completed!