You call this the mastermind?

While her daughter was begging for water from the students, Mrs. Chelsea was in the living room, talking to a thin old man in gray robe about the two truth believers imprisoned in the manor.

"I was surprised when Guderian mentioned the cult bill."

The old man's voice was low and full of convincing stability.

"Because in my opinion, Isabella Chelsea seems to have no reason to help our group of people."

"And when I realized that Guderian was imprisoned by Isabella Chelsea, I was equally surprised. What reason could make a good man with good intentions suddenly order her guest imprisoned?"

"What do you think the reason is?"

The lady's tone was very polite, but her expression was as dignified and calm as ever. She even held a cup of steaming lemon tea in her elbow-length white gloves.

"He must have offended Miss Isabella unintentionally."

The old man said: "But I can't figure out how to offend him."

"He attacked one of my relatives."

The lady said directly: "Although there were no consequences, an attack is an attack."

This is obviously an unexpected answer.

The old man in gray robe was startled by this, and then he was puzzled, "He is really crazy...why is he so irrational?"

"Because he believes that my relative is the so-called chosen one."

When saying this, Mrs. Chelsea never took her eyes off the other person's face.

So she successfully captured a flash of surprise in the eyes of this ordinary-looking old man after hearing the words.

But then, he didn't say anything else, just shook his head helplessly.

"Voters are indeed important, but under the watchful eye of fate, everything has already been determined. Guderian's insistence will have the opposite effect..."

"So, maybe you could explain, what exactly does this identity mean?"

The lady said calmly: "It concerns my relative. I hope you can explain it clearly. This will make it easier to resolve the misunderstanding between the two parties."

"I can only say that if Miss Isabella thinks that our original religion is good, then the identity of the electorate is good."

The old man named Luca replied: "This is not because I am hiding something intentionally, but because we cannot understand the future of everyone who is involved in the fate."

This is obviously not a satisfactory answer.

Mrs. Chelsea frowned at this.

After seeing this and thinking about it, the old man simply raised his hand and lightly knocked on the solid wood reception table between the two parties.

As a result, many names appeared on the surface of the table, as if they were carved on them.

“These names correspond to the voter information we have collected over the years.”

Under the surprised look of Mrs. Chelsea, he said: "If Miss Isabella is worried, you can observe or even contact them. I think it can also serve as a warning if something bad happens."

This sounds strange.

But being able to reveal such a secret shows the old man's sincere attitude towards it.

After the lady pondered for a moment, she said nothing more and said, "Two of your church members are being imprisoned in the dungeon of the manor. Maybe you would like to see them before discussing some practical issues?"

"Thank you very much."

The old man nodded and answered.

So under the guidance of a servant, he got up and walked towards the dungeon.

Mrs. Chelsea did not follow him, but sat in her original position, waiting for the other party to return and thinking about some previous conversations.

Before talking about the two imprisoned truth believers, the two parties had actually discussed business -

The Original Truth Religion hopes to gain the political and financial support of the Chelsea family, and the True Truth followers can assist the Chelsea family in many matters in the future.

Simply put, this is actually a relationship between investors and investees.

Before this, Mrs. Chelsea might have dismissed this, because the Truth believers were actually a group of notorious lunatics with no investment value at all.

But now, after that ceremony, the lunatics have become a sought-after commodity.

Of course, because it is impossible to determine whether the appearance of the child of destiny will be a disaster or a blessing for people, this kind of investment behavior is actually very risky.

However, the risks are high and the possible benefits are even greater. Being able to build such a big business, Mrs. Chelsea is often an adventurous person.

Not to mention, she also has a student who is a voter, who is destined to be entangled with the Original Truth Religion in the future.

So she has no worries in this matter.

However, compared to investing, Madam actually wanted to find out everything about the Son of Destiny from the old man.

Most importantly, what exactly did Destiny Child declare?

Unfortunately, the other party did not tell the truth about this matter.

He simply claimed that if they felt it necessary to make this crucial announcement public, they would tell the Chelsea family as soon as possible.

In addition, the old man did not hide their next plan to continue to sacrifice.

Only the specific details were not disclosed.

"But it shouldn't be out of the scope of the demonic tide..."

While sitting alone in the drawing room waiting, Mrs. Chelsea recalled everything the mysterious man told her.

But there are currently too few clues, and she can't figure out anything.

So gradually, the focus of the lady's thinking shifted unconsciously to the matter between the student and her daughter.

Or, she was very concerned about her daughter's current state.

Is the secondary personality conjecture correct?

It is also impossible to get the result of this kind of thing just by thinking, so she took out the secret book and turned the page to the page corresponding to her student.

There was no message on it, which made Mrs. Chelsea frown.

It has been a long time since her daughter went to find Mellen. Logically, Mellen should know that she cares about this matter... Why hasn't he made any sound yet?

"Is there another accident?"

"Impossible, if there is an accident, he should contact me even more..."

Muttering like this, the lady couldn't help but want to send a question to the other party.

But she suddenly stopped halfway through writing.

Because she suddenly realized that she didn't know why she was getting more and more uncalm in front of her students!

In other words, she rarely tried to hold back her thoughts, but just asked directly...

Although this matter was about her daughter, the established situation would not change because of her urging, so there was no need to say anything more about it.

Waiting quietly was the right thing to do.

Why did she want to ask?

Too anxious for her daughter?

Or subconsciously, she no longer felt that it was necessary to maintain a steady demeanor in front of students?

The lady couldn't understand her current attitude.

But after thinking about it, she still sent this sentence.

As a result, it took several minutes for the other side to respond.

"It's not a big surprise, teacher, my guess is correct, and the effect of your plan is also obvious."

"It's just that Alyssa is a little excited now, and I'm comforting her."

These responses didn't seem to be unusual, but the handwriting was very sloppy, which was completely different from the beautifully written words of students in the past.

However, the lady didn't think much about it, just thinking that Mellen was taking the time to reply after comforting her daughter.

"It's good if it works."

She relaxed and replied with a smile: "You go ahead, I still have some things to do. I'll come to you later and we'll talk about the details then."

"Okay, okay."

The still sloppy handwriting came instantly, making the lady feel inexplicably happy.

But she closed the secret book immediately and didn't want to disturb the communication between the two young people.

She was thinking about what to say next to get a suitable compensation for her students?

After all, attacking her students in her own home is such a bad thing, and a sword alone is too little as compensation.

Mellen is willing, but she is not.