You call this the mastermind?

Meren, who was completely unaware that he had been targeted, was flying at a moderate speed on his broomstick at the edge of the golden storm.

His eyes were looking down at the ground below, searching for some existence.

He didn't know what the scoring criteria for this trial were, but before coming, the old president of the Mixed Blood Association had told him not to be too aggressive.

This made sense.

So after getting rid of the "NPC" chasing him, Melen didn't plan to do anything else.

But not doing big things doesn't mean not doing anything.

Being in this scene that recreated everything in the past, he thought that he could take this opportunity to find out who summoned him here?

And how was it summoned?

There are actually clues about this, because Melen remembered that after being summoned, a group of people kowtowed to him, and he clearly remembered the appearance of those people.

However, what puzzled Melen was that he had circled around the storm for several times and didn't see any similar figures appear in his field of vision.

"Could it be that they have mastered some kind of teleportation magic, and they teleported away as soon as they left the storm range?"

As this doubt arose in his mind, he saw a group of imperial people busying around a seriously injured figure who seemed very noble in the distance.

He suspected that it might be the third prince of the empire who died unfortunately.

Therefore, another doubt unconsciously emerged from his heart.

That is, the Light of the Sun is obviously a knight's defense skill. Even if it is amplified for some reason, it is unlikely to kill a prince, right?

Let alone whether a prince is strong or weak, since he is a prince, is it possible that he does not have some protective gear on him?

"Maybe I am the scapegoat? Someone else killed him?"

This possibility seems to be quite high, so Melen rode a broom to get closer, and then used the Wandering God Boots, and his body instantly entered a state of nothingness.

He was ready to take a close look at the injuries on the unlucky guy.

However, just after entering the colorful state of wandering like dye, Melen suddenly discovered that there was another person in his unique world!

It was a bald middle-aged man in an ordinary soldier's uniform, standing quietly beside the unlucky prince, with his head down, as if pondering something.

"Is there a second pair of wandering boots in the world?"

"No, there should be other treasures that can allow the user to enter this special hidden world..."

Silently looking at the existence of that person, Melen increasingly suspected that he was a scapegoat.

But just as he was hesitating whether to find a way to force this person out and let the people in the school find him, the other party seemed to feel his gaze and looked over.

Then he didn't see any extra movements, and his whole body suddenly turned into a few wisps of gray smoke, and suddenly dissipated!

Melen narrowed his eyes.

"If he is the murderer, he should have killed the witnesses."

"Just left like that..."

Although everything here is not real, judging from the behavior of the enemy who chased him before, the "NPC" in this scene does not react much differently from real people when encountering things.

Therefore, Melen does not think that the other party's situation is because the trial cannot be simulated, and he will just really leave.

Like a passerby who is watching coldly.

This is obviously a suspicious point.

When Melen approached and observed the figure of the suspected prince for a few times, he found that he was indeed like a huge force that caused his whole body to be comminuted fractures. He lay there limply, and no matter what others did, he did not move.

What is more suspicious is that the blood spitting out from the corner of the prince's mouth is black in color.

"Is he poisoned, or is the color like this?"

"If he was poisoned, the imperial family would not be sure that the death of this prince was directly related to me..."

Things seem very complicated.

But Melen did not have much time to think about it.

Because just as he was conducting this hidden observation, he suddenly heard a shrill scream in his ears.

Just like an ordinary woman who saw something terrifying and could not help but make a noise.

But when he looked in the direction of the sound, he did not see any woman.

Instead, he only saw a white bat, staring at the invisible him in the sky, with murderous intent in its scarlet eyes.     Meren was very surprised.

However, before he could react, he suddenly found that the surrounding environment had changed instantly.

From the original battlefield, it turned into a gloomy street!

The street was dimly lit, paved with black stone bricks, and on both sides were old and dilapidated apartment buildings.

On the surface of the apartment building, there were dense white bats hanging upside down, like a white maggot on a withered bread.

And the scarlet eyes of the maggots were staring at him with hideous meaning.

"Spiritual world?"

Melen, who inherited the legacy of a professor of potion science, was not unfamiliar with all that he suddenly encountered.

But because of this, he gave up the idea of ​​avoiding this unknown attack or even calling for help, because that was doomed to fail.

He stood still and waited quietly.

There is no such thing as strong or weak mental power in this world. When encountering such an attack, the standard of who is strong and who is weak is actually very simple -

What you can do in reality, you can use here.

So, there is nothing to panic.

"Pretending to be calm will not allow you to escape the end of death."

Seeing that the boy's face was normal, a female voice sounded in the dark sky.

"But you and I have no hatred, so you can rest assured, I won't let you die too painfully."

...

On the other side, Juliana, as the "invigilator", immediately discovered a line of words about being attacked on someone's file.

This made her face change instantly.

But she didn't get nervous about it. Instead, she took out the secret book calmly and wrote a few words on it.

After a while, the vice president who had confronted her before also noticed this abnormal situation and was stunned.

"An attack in the soul realm? The trial illusion is not capable of launching such an attack."

"This is obviously premeditated!"

As she spoke, she took out the secret book and wrote quickly on it, and her words gradually became angry.

"Some people are too extreme. They actually sent spies to Saint Grant Castle to assassinate a new student. Aren't they afraid of revenge afterwards?!"

"Since they dare to do it, of course they are not afraid."

Juliana on the side said faintly: "But the rules of the trial ground are special, and this attack may not be effective."

As a trial site for students, the trial ground certainly has a crisis detection mechanism. The existence of this mechanism can allow students to escape from this trial when their lives are in danger.

That is why the school dares to send a group of freshmen to the battlefield without taking any protective measures.

"But the black magic involving the soul is no different from other attacks."

The third vice president looked at the record of Egg Wilson and said in a worried tone: "This kind of attack is difficult to be detected by the outside world except for the two parties, and since this spy dared to-"

She suddenly stopped talking.

Because during this short speech, there was a new change in the file.

【Successfully resisted the attack involving the soul of the enemy with a position of 6, and killed the opponent in return. Wizard talent re-evaluated as S+, soul strength preliminarily determined as S+, physical comprehensive quality re-evaluated——】

This line of words is too exaggerated, it is almost suspicious that there is a mistake, especially the latter part of this paragraph does not fully emerge, as if it is stuck for some reason.

However, just when the three vice presidents were in doubt about this and wondered if the crystal ball had been broken because it had not been used for nearly a hundred years, a line of words that made them feel even more confused quietly appeared.

[It meets the requirements of the heir of Saint Grant Castle, and the relevant trials are officially launched. ]