You call this the mastermind?

The sudden question made Meren, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, startled. Then he looked at the girl in front of him and touched his chin thoughtfully.

"If you don't communicate with the outside world and stay alone, you will run into problems over time."

He said, "Look, here's the problem."

"I don't think I have a problem right now."

The blonde girl tightened her clothes nervously with her fingers, but her tone was very firm.

"So, I hope you can answer me."

This attitude... what evidence does this have?

Mellen was secretly surprised when he saw this.

This person suddenly asked this matter. Something must have reminded her, so she suddenly connected Meren, a person who seemed to have nothing to do with Ilúvatar.

What's going on?

She knows more about her own bloodline, so she figured out the truth about why they fell here?

"All I knew was that he was a fairy tale writer."

He was puzzled in his heart, but Mellen said so on the surface.

Regardless of whether the other party has evidence or not, he does not need to admit this kind of thing.

Because there is evidence, it is useless for him to deny it.

There is no evidence, but it is just speculation. It is useless for him to deny it.

In other words, if the doubts in her heart cannot be resolved, the girl will not easily believe his words.

As a result, Mellen began to use his third hand to continuously "beat" the bracelet on his wrist, hoping to call the teacher over so that she could "take care of her daughter."

But I don’t know what’s going on. He used this method to call several times in the past few days but it still failed. Now at this critical moment, the teacher didn’t make any movement!

"Are you lying, uncle?"

While Melen was making crazy little moves in private, the blond girl suddenly knelt down opposite Melen, looking at him with nervousness in her eyes, but her tone seemed very smooth.

"You should know why we appeared here in the first place, right?"

It was a bit surprising that the girl who had always been weak suddenly became very "offensive".

Meren blinked at this, and then did not respond. He picked up the wand beside him and drew a stream of water from the necklace on his chest, and then washed his hands in front of the other party.

This suggestive behavior made Alyssa, who was originally determined, blush instantly.

But facing Melen's despicable tricks, not only did her momentum not weaken, but she became even stronger.

There was even a calm smile on her face, inexplicably a bit like her mother.

"I'm pretty sure you're running away from what I said. But if there's no problem, why are you running away?"

"I was just thinking, what on earth are you thinking about?"

Mellen, who was washing his hands, answered casually.

If the teacher can't come over no matter what, then this matter cannot be completely detonated. After all, she is expected to be the protagonist.

Therefore, we can only delay it first.

"Besides, even if I have a relationship with that writer, what does this have to do with you?"

These words made the blonde girl's momentum weaken instantly.

The strong woman's posture disappeared, her face turned red, and she stuttered a little:

"I, I just really like his books, so I just thought, if possible, I would like to visit him..."

Obviously, when Melen was really asked this kind of question, she didn't have the courage to say anything, and she didn't even dare to go deeper and reveal his identity.

Meren then raised his eyebrows and said seriously: "Okay, if I see him one day, I will mention this to him."

It seems that it is impossible to deny it completely. The other party must have some kind of definite evidence for this attitude.

But to say what kind of relationship there is, this is something that is not yet certain, and it depends on future needs.

Alyssa didn't know what Melon's plan was, so after hearing what he said, she couldn't wait to ask.

"What day will that be?"

She had now changed out of her simple pink nightgown and was wearing Melon's spare white shirt and black trousers.

Her beautiful long golden hair was hanging loose, looking a bit messy due to the poor conditions and lack of care.

While speaking, she raised her hand to move away the few strands of hair that blocked her vision, and stared at Melen, looking very nervous and expectant.

"That's not certain."

Mellen replied, "You know, that kind of person is usually very busy."

But you are very free now...

The girl blinked when she heard the words, but didn't say anything else. Instead, she knelt down in front of Meren and fell into thinking.

Although Meron did not completely admit it, she now basically believed that he was Ilúvatar.

The reason is not that she has any conclusive evidence, but because of her intuition.

Intuitive understanding of one’s own bloodline.

She didn't know what was going on with her physique and bloodline, and she didn't even know as much as an outsider like Melen.

But as the owner of this body, what she can feel and what outsiders can see are actually two completely different levels.

The body is injured and there is a prick on the finger. When others see it, they will naturally feel it hurts.

But exactly how it hurts and how long it lasts is something that no one except the owner of the hand can know or feel.

So, even though when she first came here, Alyssa couldn't figure out what was going on and was a little confused. But during this period, she had too much time to think and feel her current state.

This kind of thinking is consistent with the situation when he first came in, and with Mellen's dirty method of activating the little snake on his wrist.

It was natural for Alyssa to think that she had some strange ability that needed to be coordinated with emotions.

Then, when she was hiding from Mellen these few days, she conducted several experiments in succession and learned more.

At least she knew the general situation of this ability.

So, the answer to something appeared in front of her.

However, although she could muster up the courage to run to Mellen to confront him.

But now, when it was really time to easily reveal the other party's identity, Alyssa didn't dare to do it.

Not only did she not dare, she was even a little scared.

Because she didn't forget that the uncle in front of her was her mother's lover!

"Maybe... this thing is not true?"

Alyssa comforted herself in this way to relieve the inexplicable uneasiness in her heart.

After all, her mother never admitted that Mellen was her lover, but only said that he was her cousin.

Then maybe her previous guess was wrong?

The birth of this idea made her think of more evidence.

For example, how could a conservative mother like a big boy of the same age as her daughter?

For example, if mom and uncle are lovers, why don't they do anything intimate?

Even more, if mom really has a lover, why don't the suspicious things in her room decrease?

Some things are not without clues of suspicion, but without the position and attitude of suspicion.

Alyssa didn't doubt this before, of course, because she felt that the situation was very clear.

On the other hand, it was also because she had been imprisoned by her mother for a long time, and subconsciously she was eager to change her life.

So she didn't doubt Mellen's identity, and subconsciously hoped that after her mother had a lover, she could distract her attention and relax her control over herself.

But now, when she found out that the writer she "worshipped" was her mother's lover, she had reason to doubt whether this matter was true or not.

Or, she was eager to deny this result.

And this denial made her feel more and more that her previous judgment was completely wrong.

The uncle in front of her was not her mother's lover at all!

...

Mellen didn't know what the girl in front of her was thinking.

But he found that as the girl kept silent, her gaze towards him changed from uneasiness at the beginning, to half-belief, and then to sudden enlightenment...

Finally, after carefully looking at Melen for a few times, she even showed a hint of shyness on her face.

Then she lowered her head, her beautiful green eyes dodged, and she dared not face Melen's gaze again.

But she spoke instead.

"Can you tell me what kind of person Ilúvatar is?"

What kind of person?

After hearing this, Melen thought about it and replied, "More lustful."

He was stalling for time, in case the person in front of him could not help but make a "confession" behavior suddenly.

There is no problem with confession, but we have to wait until her mother comes.

"She also likes gambling and visiting brothels."

"That will get her sick..."

The girl completely ignored the bad behind these habits, knelt in front of Melen, and asked with expectation.

"He, he doesn't have a wife? Or a fiancée and a lover?"

"He has several lovers."

Merlen said shamelessly: "But there is a saying that goes, how can a home flower smell as good as a wild flower?"

This made the girl blink, and there was no look of being hit on her face, but a little surprised for some reason.

"He is so old, have his parents never engaged him?"

"Engagement... Oh, it seems there is one."

Merlen nodded, "It's his cousin."

Alyssa was stunned when she heard the words, and then she lowered her head unconsciously, and her eyes full of expectation became a little dim.

But then, as if she thought of something, she suddenly raised her head again.

On her face, a mysterious smile similar to the one she had when she was "drunk" a while ago appeared.

"His fiancée must be in very unhealthy."

The tone of this sentence is more like a confirmation than a question...

Merlen was stunned when he heard the words.

So when Mrs. Chelsea finished her work and came here,

She suddenly realized that the atmosphere on the scene became very strange.

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