You call this the mastermind?

The return of Egg Wilson is great news for the Half-Blooded Association.

This is of course not because his appearance can bring any benefits to the association, but because he has now become something similar to a "mascot" -

Egger's disappearance was initially seen as a secret assassination by some ultra-pure-bloods, and the Minister of Magic, who had supported him, was said to be furious about this.

As a result, under a series of political maneuvers, many political orders beneficial to mixed-race people were issued.

The more than twenty admission quotas for St. Grant's Fort School were approved in this name.

Although it was later confirmed that Egger's disappearance was unfortunately involved in some incidents involving the Chelsea family, and he was not harmed during this period.

But the matter has come to this, some substantive interests have been finalized, and it is too late for some people to regret it.

Therefore, in the eyes of the people in the Mixed Race Association, Egg Wilson is simply a lucky star and a good person.

Seeing that he was finally released by the Chelsea family, he was naturally welcomed.

"This is not a good thing for him."

In the office, I looked at a group of young people in the hall outside enthusiastically surrounding a certain black-haired boy. The old assessor who had originally recruited Mellen into the association said to the people next to him:

"He was pushed out by the Minister of Magic as a political bargaining chip, but he showed up intact afterwards. Many ultra-pure bloods will probably think that they suffered a big loss, and they already hate Egg after all."

"Those people don't dare to do anything on the surface."

The person next to him said: "I might attack him secretly."

The speaker was a middle-aged man wearing a black windbreaker, who looked very much like a truth believer.

In fact, he is indeed a true believer——

The Mixed Race Association is a relatively loose organization with no strict restrictions on members. Many people actually have multiple identities.

"But not many people think this way. After all, no pureblood wants to see our Minister of Magic angry again."

This sentence sounds like a joke, but it is actually true.

"But if he is smart enough, he should know that he can be high-profile, but he can no longer do things that irritate some people."

The truth believer said: "Otherwise, the higher he raises his flag, the more people will want to cut it off. They would rather pay the price to dampen this spirit."

"Does the president think so too?"

"I guess so, otherwise he wouldn't have frequently refused interviews from those newspapers a few days ago..."

…

For the public, the previous disappearance of Iger Wilson was unfortunate news. Naturally, reporters and even passers-by wanted to come over to investigate the details, and even expressed their condolences to Iger's relatives and friends.

However, this behavior was not cooperated by the association, and because of the subsequent revelation of the "Mysterious Knight", the popularity of Egger's disappearance quickly dropped.

But now, the sacrifices of the Truth believers and the Child of Destiny have become known to everyone around the world and have become the focus of people's discussion.

Few people pay attention to the current situation of Egg, the unlucky mixed-race person.

Only the people within the mixed-race association and some people with inexplicable ideas still pay attention.

These people are not that many, but when they come together after hearing the news, they are actually not that few.

If the old president of the association hadn't sent someone to rescue Egger, he really wouldn't have been able to get rid of them in a short time.

"On the 15th, you will take the airship to Thunder Island with other freshmen from Graham City."

In the office, President Jacques smiled unconsciously when he saw the black-haired boy looking disheveled and with age spots on his face.

"But other students from the association will hide their identities and set off from other cities, and will not travel with you."

The Mixed-blood Association has obtained more than twenty places, which naturally corresponds to more than twenty freshmen.

However, unlike Melen who has a buff, the mixed blood next to him does not have this kind of protection.

In order to minimize trouble, concealing your identity when enrolling is an essential measure.

"It contains their contact information."

The old president said: "When you have free time, you can communicate with them more. They are all very good children."

Mellen nodded upon hearing this.

After taking the book of secret words that the other party pushed in his hand and flipping through it, he found that everyone's names, including his own, were all code names on it, which was a little strange.

But then he understood that this should be a precautionary measure taken by the association because it expected that the mixed-race people's behavior of hiding their identities might not be effective.

"We had no influence at that school and it was a pioneering move, so to speak."

"Compared to others, I'm not worried that you will encounter too serious setbacks in that school. But there are always some people in the world who act recklessly, so when you encounter trouble, you should be cautious."

President Jacques warned: "I think you have heard those bells. There are also things happening inside and outside the association. Many bad situations are bound to improve. But you don't need to think about it now. Enroll in your studies with peace of mind. Successful graduation will be considered a victory. ”

"What's the important thing you mentioned to me before?"

Mellen asked.

After the sacrifice ceremony, the old man sent a message through the Book of Secret Words asking when he would come back, saying that he had something to explain.

But at that time, Mellen was still busy wondering whether he was Xu Xian, so he didn't think about it carefully.

"This involves the counterattack of those extreme purebloods."

The old president said in a helpless tone: "Normally, new students only need to take a non-strict written test to enter Fort St. Grant. But now, because the granting of these places to us has attracted protests from some people, the school has restarted the test. place.”

"Place of trial?"

"To put it simply, it is a screening mechanism that divides freshmen into different levels. Students with poor talent and imperfect training will be screened to the bottom, and the reverse is true for those with good talent."

"So...you want to tell me not to climb too high?"

"clever."

The old man smiled when he heard this, "Most pure-blood students are good, and you have a good reputation among them. But if you rely on your talent to overwhelm them, you will inevitably arouse hostility."

"Pure blood and mixed blood are not the same kind of people after all."

Mellen nodded thoughtfully and said nothing.

In front of President Jacques and almost everyone, he is actually just a talented wizard apprentice with strong growth potential, but he is not sure what he will develop into in the future. So naturally you need to be careful to follow certain rules.

However, in the profession of wizard, he is indeed still a rookie at the lowest level, so this cannot be said to be a mistake.

“Do you know anything about the Holy Spirit?”

Mellen asked instead.

The information he saw before leaving Chelsea Manor made him quite concerned.

Because he suspected that the so-called hidden temple that caused the girl to commit suicide was a place he was considering investigating?

The teacher was able to participate in the investigation, probably because of her own bloodline.

Of course he wanted to know the fountain of heaven.

But if this kind of investigation involves Alyssa's life, it needs to be carefully considered.

And because in that precognitive dream, Mellen saw that the old president in front of him was favored by senior officials of the Ministry of Magic and even Mrs. Chelsea, and seemed to be very familiar with the demonic tide.

So when he came back this time, he thought he might be able to get some useful information from this person.

"Holy Spirit?"

President Jacques was a little strange about this, "Those are a group of old monsters that have long been buried in history. How did you think of them?"

"In addition to the ringing of bells during the sacrificial ceremony, there were also abnormalities in many buildings such as temples and churches."

Mellen replied: "And I heard that the two major religions in ancient times were both founded by the Holy Spirit, so I was very curious..."

This is a reasonable reason. After hearing this, the old president thought for a while and said: "I don't know much about this kind of existence, but -"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and tapped a brown tablecloth on the table.

So with a burst of light and shadow distortion, the tablecloth suddenly turned into a letter!

"I have an old friend who specializes in everything related to the Holy Spirit. He has opened a shop on Thunder Island where St. Grant's Fort is located. You can drop by and visit after you go."

Having said this, the old man shook his head and said: "You came back a little late. He has actually been a guest at my place for the past two days and only left this morning."

"That's quite unlucky..."

Mellen replied regretfully.

After listening to the old man explain some things, Mellen stood up to say goodbye, and then left the office with a book of secret words containing more than 20 mixed-race students and a letter of introduction.

President Jacques watched his back disappear, then turned his eyes to the corner.

There, a figure in white robes showed his whereabouts without knowing when.

"You're right here, why do you have to hide it from me?"

The president asked: "Didn't you claim before that you wanted to meet Ige?"

"The smell on his body is very strange. I can't grasp it."

The old man in white robe replied thoughtfully: "The smell of snakes, the smell of the Holy Spirit, the smell of devils, and even the smell of false gods..."

It sounds complicated.

President Jacques frowned.

"This may be related to the kidnapping case a few days ago. I heard that Isabella's daughter and Ige were locked up in a special place by the kidnapper."

"Where can there be so many things mixed together?"

The old man in white robe sneered, "A big dye vat?"

"Then what do you think this is because of?"

"I don't understand. It's not normal anyway, so I just stopped contacting him to avoid getting involved in any trouble."

Having said that, he didn't say anything more and asked instead: "What kind of resistance is William Pantoria said to be organizing?"

"There is such a saying."

President Jacques was still thinking about what happened to Meren, and he said absently: "William may have learned some special information from the Scarlet Cross Society, and believes that the announcement of the Son of Destiny is related to the demonic tide."

"Is it related to the demonic tide?"

The old man in white robe was shocked when he heard this, "Are you sure?"

"A person from the Scarlet Cross who goes by the code name Sister was still plotting to stir up trouble in our association some time ago."

President Jacques said slowly: "I investigated afterward and found that there is indeed a saying in this organization that fate is deeply involved with the demonic tide."

"That was a real disaster."

The old man in white robe frowned because of this, "The demon tide is really going to appear again, but I don't know how many people will die. We also-"

Halfway through his words, he suddenly realized something and couldn't help but look at his old friend suspiciously.

"You should have known about this a long time ago, right? Otherwise, how could you be so sure that the announcement of the Child of Destiny is an opportunity?"

"This is actually very easy to guess."

President Jacques responded calmly: "As long as we study the scriptures of the Original Truth Church, we can find that the Child of Destiny actually represents a sign of change. But change requires the cooperation of the environment."

"What can plunge the world into turmoil more than the reappearance of the magic tide?"

"So, William organized the so-called resistance army."

The doubt in the eyes of the old man in white robes did not disappear, "Is it his own idea, or have you already conspired?"

"Of course it is his own idea. You should know that he has a deep hatred for the royal family of the Northern Empire."

"Really? Why do I doubt that his target is not the Empire?"

"If it is not the Empire, what else can it be?"

President Jacques asked with a smile: "Could it be our United Kingdom?"

Thanks to the book friend Jifeng Guiren for the 1500 reward~