You call this the mastermind?

In the special training ground that seemed to be so large that it had no boundaries, it was very quiet at first.

Melen, who was sitting on the central chair, even had time to close his eyes and rest.

But gradually, footsteps sounded quietly, from faint to heavy, as if some mysterious existence was slowly approaching.

However, before Melen saw the figure of this thing, a short scream suddenly came, and then stopped abruptly.

Then a wisp of green mist quietly floated at the end of the field of vision.

The mist was originally rushing towards Melen's body, but in the end it inexplicably merged into the black box placed on his knees.

At the same time, another round of footsteps sounded, and it seemed that there was one more than before.

However, they were still not seen by Melen. After approaching for a while, they suddenly disappeared.

Then the number of footsteps began to increase exponentially.

Four, eight, sixteen... until they were so dense that the specific number could not be heard.

Melen also saw the owner of these footsteps.

Those were translucent human figures, some dressed like knights, some like nuns, some wearing robes like merchants, and some wearing gorgeous ancient nobles, all dressed differently and looking different.

The only thing in common was that when they looked at Melen, or at the glowing gold coin in Melen's hand, their eyes were full of greed.

It was obvious that these things were ghosts.

They were not approaching very fast, but their bodies bathed in the surrounding light were blurring.

Wisps of green mist rose up, like the evaporated liquid in the ghost's body, and after it was born, it couldn't wait to get into the black box on Melen's knees.

As more and more mist was swallowed, the color on the box was slowly changing.

It was not until it turned completely green that Melen took out the second box to replace it.

Repeating this way, those ghosts that were originally only in the distance became closer and closer, densely packed, and looked particularly creepy.

As their numbers increased, their individual extinction speed became slower and slower. Obviously, the intensity of this "purification" was constant. The more they were, the more dispersed they were.

So in the end, a vague old noble ghost whose face could not be seen clearly finally withstood the pressure and approached within one meter of Mellen, greedily reaching out to grab the gold coin in his palm.

But Mellen did not let it succeed. Instead, he flicked his finger and flicked the gold coin into the ghost group.

So the slow-moving ghosts started to fight for it like crazy.

Until some ghost grabbed the gold coin and swallowed it into his "belly", they were unwilling to disperse.

The surroundings returned to a quiet state, empty, and everything seemed to have never happened.

But Mellen had three more green boxes in his hand.

And on the surface not far away, there was a pool of blue dust with mist rising quietly.

That was the so-called ghost dust, the universal currency of the wizarding world.

After a glance, Melen ignored the money on the ground, but slowly opened one of the green boxes.

A green medal with a circular inverted triangle logo was quietly placed in it. It looked like it was made of metal and seemed very heavy.

However, when Melen reached out to touch it, this textured object seemed to melt and instantly penetrated into his fingertips.

A round of cultivation was completed.

Feeling a coolness mixed with something that he already had, circling around in his body, and finally hiding somewhere in his body without a trace, Melen pondered in silence.

There is no such box in normal cultivation, and some only directly absorb the "purified" mist.

These mists continue to accumulate, and when they reach a certain level, they will naturally condense into a "ladder" leading to the next level.

The way the heir practices has an extra box.

In other words, there is an extra practice node that needs to be made through very cumbersome means and many precious materials to further process the mist into a "medal".

After absorbing more of this kind of medal, Mellen's chest will also gradually have a real medal of his own, with wonderful functions and the ladder use of normal wizards.

However, what made him feel strange was that after he absorbed the medal into his body just now, he did not find it gathered in his chest.     Instead, it merged into the bones of the whole body, and inexplicably merged with the mysterious substances absorbed and accumulated by the breathing method.

"I won't mutate again..."

Took out a book to look at his own destiny, and found no serious accidents, but Mellen was still a little worried about it.

The abnormality of the breathing method has just passed, and now the wizard's path has become special.

I don't know what this will eventually bring...

While secretly pondering, on the surface, Mellen has opened the other two boxes and absorbed the two medals into his body one by one.

Feeling his third hand, he didn't feel any fatigue.

So Mellen took out a gold coin and continued to practice.

…

At the same time, although he was depressed because his conspiracy had not succeeded, the boy named Lambert immediately put all his thoughts behind him after entering the training ground.

Sitting on the chair, he first merged his third hand into the chair, and after watching the spreading light as large as a small square, he couldn't help but smile with satisfaction, and then took out the gold coin in the hope of attracting the ghost to come closer.

At first, the process went very smoothly. With the naked eye, ghosts kept coming out of the surrounding darkness and then stepped into the light range without avoiding it.

However, gradually, he found that the "cultivation resources" that should have been increasing and eventually enough to fill all the bright areas became increasingly scarce.

Not even enough for him to complete a perfect cultivation!

"What's going on?"

Looking at the sparse ghosts around him, Lambert frowned.

He had already discovered that this was because there were no new resources to replenish in the black fog outside.

But why there were no new resources, he couldn't understand it at all.

The same as his previous plan?

Was he deliberately intercepted by the people below?

This is simply impossible.

As a freshman ranked in the top five and the second in Oak Academy, below him, except for the first one, is the young half-blood who enjoys the highest treatment by virtue of his merits.

These two alone, no matter how talented they are, can never plunder the resources that belong to him.

Unless they unite and have a special way to do it.

Lambert himself has mastered some special methods, but he doesn't believe that the two below have the same.

Even if they have, they can't suck it so clean.

So he guessed that there was something wrong with the environment.

So Lambert got up from his seat, hurriedly pushed open the door and walked out, ready to ask the old professor who led the team.

As soon as he came out, he was surprised to find that he was not the only one who encountered this situation.

The five highest-ranked students in the same area also pushed the door out with a confused look on their faces!

"You are the same?"

"Yes, inexplicable."

"You are not the same, are you?"

"Where is the professor?"

Being at the bottom of the spire, the environment is particularly dark, and the old professor who led the team is certainly not here.

So the few people who encountered the problem planned to go together to ask.

As a result, when they turned around, they were all stunned.

Because no one walked out of the door at the bottom.

There is another chapter below~