You call this the mastermind?

Ray Island, separated from Graham City by a sea, looks like a distorted whale. It sits quietly in the dark sea, and dense forests cover most of the area.

Fort Saint Grant, standing on this island, was built next to a forest. Outside its campus is a cluster of urban buildings.

Pier ports, floating ports, clubs, hotels...

The city has all kinds of buildings, which looks very prosperous, but unlike ordinary buildings, these places basically have a touch of magic.

In the square, the circus that raises pterosaurs is surrounded by the audience, performing various colorful and novel magic and animal taming abilities.

In the commercial district, a large number of students in student uniforms are constantly shuttling in various wizard shops.

Bookstores, wand shops, magic material shops, and even pet shops.

On the streets, wizards riding brooms or even sitting on magic carpets are also in an endless stream.

The whole city is full of vitality.

But beyond all this, many dark events are also quietly happening.

In a tavern on a remote street in the southwest corner of the city, the nun was wearing a gray hooded robe that wrapped her whole body tightly, sitting quietly in the corner, motionless.

Until a person dressed similarly sat quietly opposite her, she said: "Did you bring the things?"

"You can check it."

After the other party answered, he put a suitcase on the table, faced the nun, and opened it.

There were only three things inside.

A student uniform of Saint Grant Castle, an admission notice, and a file bag marked with a name.

Seeing this, the nun nodded silently, and then threw a magic pocket to the other party.

After the other party opened it and looked at it, he got up and left without saying a word.

Obviously, this is a secret transaction.

The target of the transaction is very intuitive, a student identity of Saint Grant Castle.

The nun is going to sneak into this school.

The reason for doing this is that she can no longer influence a certain girl through blood connection, so she can only come in person and disguise her identity to approach the other party.

This was her main purpose for coming here.

However, after the transaction was completed, the nun did not leave, but was still waiting.

Not long after, a short figure who was also wrapped very tightly sat opposite her.

"Is the contract written?" He then asked.

The voice of the man was obviously disguised, but the nun could still recognize that he was a scammer named Dylan.

A while ago, he claimed to know where her husband Anthony was.

At first, the nun was dismissive of this and thought that this person wanted to cheat money.

However, the other party mentioned that they could sign a blood contract, let her draft the content of the contract, and even let her specify the transaction location, so the nun was somewhat tempted.

Because although she could contact her husband through the Book of Secret Languages, this kind of contact was very difficult, and she couldn't even communicate normally, and she didn't know the specific situation.

So since the scammer seemed to have clues, why not come and take a look.

In her opinion, this was actually on the way.

Seeing that the other party mentioned the contract right away, and seemed full of confidence, the nun was looking forward to it even more.

However, she didn't say anything, but just quietly took out the contract props that had been prepared long ago and handed it to the other party.

On the surface, the so-called blood oath contract is actually a dagger, engraved with many complicated patterns and symbols. It is more like a collection than a contract.

But in fact, the wizard can read the content of the contract by touching it with a third hand.

At present, the short man sat quietly for a long time after taking the dagger, and then said nothing, and simply squeezed a little blood from his fingers and smeared it on the dagger.

The blood seeped in, and a scarlet light flashed from it, and then it was as if nothing had happened.

But when the nun took back the dagger and did the same thing, the dagger disappeared instantly.

Only the two parties to the contract could still vaguely feel its existence and the corresponding deterrent force of what would happen if they violated the contract. "Now you should make it clear."

After signing, the nun immediately asked, "Where is my husband?"

After the blood oath was over, she was completely sure that the person in front of her was not fooling people, so she was even a little excited.

After all, no matter how much she could use the secret book to communicate, it was not as reassuring as meeting in person.

However, the other party's next whispered words made her stunned on the spot, and then she became furious.

"How is this possible?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

"I knew you wouldn't believe it."

The short man smiled and said, "But it doesn't matter, seeing is believing."

"When the airship of Graham City arrives at Lei Island, I can let you see with your own eyes whether what I said is the truth."

...

At the same time, Mellen was preparing to enter the world in the storybook to challenge the level--

Although he had discovered the abnormality of the nun's whereabouts before, Mellen did not ask anything, because this did not fit his character of being in trouble and not talking much.

However, in his opinion, even if he didn't ask, the woman opposite, who seemed to be scheming but couldn't hold back her words in front of people close to her, would tell him everything sooner or later.

So he immediately put the matter behind him.

And the few black dots representing the Holy Spirit did not show any obvious changes after he leaked the news.

Only one of them went to the work place where the leader disguised himself and observed for a while, and then returned the same way.

Therefore, Melen knew that the Holy Spirit really did not intend to act rashly.

There was no progress in both matters for the time being, so he could only leave the suitcase, and then he had nothing to do, so he proposed to go to the level now without waiting for the evening.

At this time, Mrs. Chelsea's body was still in the airship, rushing towards the school, so she certainly had nothing to do, and she agreed very straightforwardly after hearing the words.

However, when he hypnotized into the world of the storybook through a simple magic spell, he suddenly realized a problem that he had overlooked before.

That is, the image of the lady here is a little girl, representing the daughter of a family of three.

Even if the creator of the storybook described the level-breaking plot as full of unspeakable plots, could these plots be related to a child?

The rules did not mention this, but it seemed impossible to think about it...

"It seems that things are simple."

The lady also realized this, which made her feel relieved, but also a little disappointed.

This is not to say that she urgently hopes that something will happen with the student, but because, when she promised the student, she had actually made some preparations.

Now that this psychological expectation has been dashed, it feels a little awkward.

But on the surface, she seemed very calm.

However, when the depressed Mellen led her child to the border of the storybook world and planned to officially enter the first level, her calm appearance disappeared instantly.

Because a sentence suddenly sounded.

"Descendants of the Refaeli family, please note that in the first level, what you need to do is very simple, just play your current identity well."

"The more similar you play, the higher the chance of success."

"This kind of role-playing includes but is not limited to language, behavior, mode of getting along, and even facial expressions."

The voice sounds very old, but from his address, you can find that this is actually a "program" that has been set long ago.

However, this is not the point. The point is the content of this program.

"My identity is the father, and the teacher's identity is the daughter..."

Looking at the little girl standing stiffly beside him, Mellen suddenly didn't know what to say.