You call this the mastermind?

Hunters, as a profession, do not have the ability to use magic pockets.

So the sword that Guderian promised was not on him, but stored in the wizard bank.

But this did not affect anything. After going to the bank, he only needed to say the corresponding password and he could naturally take it out.

Melen was somewhat tempted by this.

He actually wanted to ask the teacher for a weapon, because he found that what he lacked in close combat was a sword.

He had stored a sword in the magic pocket before, but that sword was too ordinary and collapsed after one use.

However, the teacher's attitude was very clear and did not support him to use the hunter's offensive means at all, so he did not ask for it before.

But now, he did not get a weapon from the teacher, but found an opportunity in the person in front of him...

After thinking about it for a moment, Melen nodded and did not refuse.

Although it was unclear why the truth believer in front of him wanted him to visit the ceremony.

But there would be many visitors, so he had no worries.

And with the existence of the golden finger, he could predict in advance whether he would be affected by it.

If it doesn't affect me, I'll go. If it does, I won't go. Anyway, this guy attacked me, so I won't feel guilty for taking his sword for free.

But the teacher couldn't agree to Guderian's request to meet him just because of a weapon.

"So she actually believed in the Chosen People and wanted me to try to contact these truth believers?"

"But she didn't mention that she would let this guy go... Is this a question about my attitude towards this?"

He had some guesses about this. After leaving the dungeon, he sent a general report of the meeting to the teacher.

So that night, a wizard from the Chelsea family helped him get the sword out of the bank.

What surprised Mellen was that the sword Guderian gave him was not an ordinary weapon with a simple shape, but an exquisite rapier with a complicated silver branch-like guard.

When he sat in the reception room and looked at it, the slender sword body flashed a pure and cold light under the light.

Holding it in his hand, it was heavy and looked very handy.

The appearance of this sword is very gorgeous and it is very valuable at first glance.

After swinging it a few times, Melen found that it was not a weapon with completely restricted functions. Although it was more suitable for stabbing, it was also smooth to swing.

Heart of Eternal Silence.

This is the name of this sword. When the sword was taken out, there was also a matching black scabbard and sword sheath.

However, although the name was known, the other party did not explain the specific strength of the sword, but only claimed that it was extremely sharp.

In the casual swing experiment, furniture and even gold and iron can be easily cut, which is indeed very good.

However, there is no enemy for the time being, and Melen has no way to figure out the limit of this sword.

In fact, in comparison, Melen is now thinking more about another thing-

He heard that mysterious call again, like a mosquito and fly, constantly ringing in his ears.

This voice appeared shortly after leaving the dungeon. Compared with the last time, it seemed to be weakened and did not sound very urgent.

It seems that the other party called him this time not because of an urgent matter.

Of course, Melen was not thinking about this. Even if it was not urgent, he would have wanted to go over and see how the group of people on the opposite side summoned him.

But now, he could not go.

Because the "Mysterious Knight" vest that responded to the call was in a very special state at the moment.

The invisible vest could be clearly perceived in the mind, but when he felt it, Melen found that the vest seemed to be "melting".

In other words, it was being reshaped by some external forces.

This was not a surprise, because Melen now knew that his previous advent accidentally killed an imperial prince, and this matter has now become international news.

In this way, the reputation of his "Mysterious Knight" vest spread all over the world overnight, and the popularity he could gain was naturally very high.

In this case, it is natural that the strength of the vest is enhanced.

But faintly, Melen feels that the vest is not just being enhanced now, it seems to be evolving in a certain direction.

However, because this change has not yet ended, it is difficult for him to know whether his feeling is an illusion or something that is actually happening...    Thinking in this way, Mellen looked at the night view outside the window unconsciously, and couldn't help but think of something he had predicted before.

"What can be called a private matter?"

...

Some of the predicted things have not happened yet.

As the person involved, Mrs. Chelsea's attention is not even on her daughter at this moment.

At the moment, she is sitting in a rather old bedroom, staring at a photo on the bedside table.

The photo is black and white and dynamic. There is a tall girl in a black wizard student uniform, walking by a lake with shaded trees, with a smile on her face, full of lively and cheerful temperament.

Next to her is a tall and slightly fat boy with brown hair and black eyes. Facing the smiling gaze of the girl next to him, he has a silly smile on his face.

Mrs. Chelsea's eyes narrowed unconsciously.

The girl in the photo looks quite similar to her, but it is not her, but her sister.

As for this seemingly honest boy, he was of course her sister's former lover.

She was therefore thinking about something, the "dirty water throwing" incident that Mellen had told her about before.

The so-called throwing dirty water is of course not limited to speaking ill of the enemy. The main purpose is to reduce the credibility of the enemy's words, so that the daughter will not be affected.

So, what can make the enemy lose the possibility of being trusted to the greatest extent...

Picking up the photo on the bedside table, a trace of apology flashed across the lady's face, but she did not hesitate, and simply raised her finger and lightly tapped the honest boy in the photo.

So the image of the sister's former lover began to twist and wriggle, turning into another look--

black hair and blue eyes, slender figure, and a gentle smile on his face when walking with a tall girl by the lake.

This is Mellen's appearance!

"Now it's not just mom who is competing with you for Mellen, Alyssa..."

Whispering in a low voice, Mrs. Chelsea put the tampered photo back to its original place, and then walked around the bedroom where the owner had left for a long time, and tampered with many information in succession.

What can the sister say to her daughter?

Madam couldn't be sure, but she thought her sister would definitely mention that she was also a member of the family and the identity of Alyssa's biological mother.

To prove this, of course, there must be evidence.

And what evidence can better prove her identity than her sister's former boudoir and some daily necessities in the boudoir?

However, as long as Alyssa finds this place, she will find that her so-called biological mother, her former lover, is also her current stepfather!

The years don't match, but it doesn't matter. Even if Alyssa thinks this is not Mellen, she can at least recognize that it is a person who looks exactly like Mellen.

As long as she recognizes this, she will inevitably doubt what the so-called biological mother is contacting her for now...

After forging all this, Mrs. Chelsea quietly left the scene. After returning to the study, she took out the medium materials that had been prepared long ago and tried to use possession on her daughter.

This was not difficult for her.

In less than a minute, the world in front of her suddenly changed, from the original study to a girl's bedroom full of pink style.

The graceful body of the lady also quietly changed from mature to immature.

Then, she saw that "herself" was writing some words on the white manuscript paper with a feather pen.

Some words that made her stunned on the spot after seeing them clearly, and she couldn't recover for a long time.

[Not long after entering, Grace peeked in the closet in fascination. ]

[She saw her mother kneeling and praying, her long skirt lifted up and tucked into her waist, and her uncle behind her was whipping her angrily with a whip. ]

[Her prayer voice became louder and louder, full of pain and excitement...]

...

...

"Come to the study to see me quickly, I have something important to discuss with you!!"

Not long after, Mellen saw the words sent to her by the teacher, with messy strokes between the lines, as if full of anxiety and anger.

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