You call this the mastermind?

"Don't worry, I guess we will be fine."

In the foggy open space, seeing Mellen's face become very gloomy, the nun who stood up couldn't help but comfort him, "We should not be the main battlefield here. Even if someone is doing something, it will not affect us."

Mellen didn't say anything after hearing this.

Three items are needed to open the magic tide, one of which is in Fort Saint Grant.

But he didn't realize what this thing was before.

So he suspected that this thing was guarded by the Holy Spirit Jonah hidden in this school.

The current "spy" behaved like this, which deepened this suspicion.

In other words, the other party's purpose is very likely to be the magic tide opening object.

If this is true, then as the nun said, this matter will not affect Mellen.

From the recent changes in fate, it will not affect his close people.

But he didn't know whether it was good or bad for this thing to fall into the hands of the "spy".

In other words, if the "spy" was an ally, how could he not have said hello to the leader, since the Scarlet Cross had planned to start the magic tide?

If he had said hello, then Melen would not have been unaware of it at all...

While thinking, the fog around him became thicker and thicker, making his ability to "monitor" others a little unstable.

The spy was obviously well prepared, using this "fake magic tide" to cover up the power of the heir, so as to avoid being besieged like the leader of the Scarlet Cross.

But not all abilities were blocked.

Although he could no longer teleport, Melen could still give orders to imprison others.

This was mainly due to the previous evolution of the Egg Vest, which enhanced the power of the guardian.

Otherwise, the heir alone would probably be tied up and unable to do anything.

So seeing that the spy had arrived in a dark hall with a sarcophagus, Melen casually bound him several times.

Although he did not resist the opening of the demonic tide, if the one who opened it was not "one of his own", it would be worth talking about.

After all, it was about the great changes in the world, so he should take the lead anyway.

...

On the other side, Mrs. Chelsea, who was squatting on the ground to investigate, also got the same result as the nun.

That is, this thick fog, and the power that came with the thick fog, were indeed sealed for a long time, not newly born.

"Alfred."

The Holy Spirit in the body gave a name, "He did it."

"Alfred?"

The lady was surprised when she heard it, "Am I right, this seems to be the last master of the abyss before the demonic tide faded?"

The three great demon kings of hell are in charge of three territories, the abyss world, the purgatory world, and the shadow world. The so-called master of the abyss is of course one of the three demon kings.

And if it is really him, then everything makes sense now.

After all, the demonic tide originated from hell. As one of the demon kings, it is not difficult to understand that he created a "fake demonic tide" to come.

"He was my former collaborator."

The Holy Spirit said, "He helped to facilitate the Alyssa incident."

This made the lady frown unconsciously.

"In other words, he has been active behind the scenes all these years? Didn't he fall into a deep sleep like you?"

"Yes, maybe everything in your past is under his surveillance."

As he said this, seeing that the lady's face became very bad, the Holy Spirit added: "The surveillance I mean is not to know what you are doing at all times, but to focus more on collecting what you have done."

"In other words, he is very strong, but not strong enough to break away from the limitations of this era?"

"Yes."    "Then what do you think he is going to do now?"

"He must take away one of the three items."

The Holy Spirit said, "Except for this thing, there is nothing else in Fort Saint Grant that would make him invest so much."

"But why didn't he take it away before, but now?"

Mrs. Chelsea asked thoughtfully.

The defense of Fort Saint Grant used to be much looser than it is now, after all, there is no heir.

The thick fog that disrupts the rules is obviously prepared to guard against the heir. After all, if the opponent's strength does not exceed the limit of the times, then it is very likely that he will not be able to escape the fate of being bound by the heir.

"Prescott, who guarded that thing before, did not lose the spring water of the Fountain of Heaven."

The other party replied: "If the two sides really fight, he has no chance of winning."

Prescott is the real name of the Holy Spirit Jonah, and his nickname is the Gatekeeper.

"So it's there now?"

"That's right."

"You won't stop it?"

"I can't stop it."

The Holy Spirit said very frankly: "Although this magic tide is fake, the effect of hindering the rules is no different from the real one. Give me half an hour, I can adapt to it, but if it takes that long, he would have left with the thing long ago."

"You are so weak?" The lady was a little unconvinced.

"You and I are one now."

The Holy Spirit snorted coldly, "Why I am so weak, you know it best."

"But how can I doubt that you don't want to stop him from transferring that thing?"

Mrs. Chelsea frowned and asked, "Even if you are not stronger than the disrupted rules now, you should be alert to such changes in advance?"

"Think whatever you want."

The Holy Spirit seemed too lazy to pay attention to her doubts, "The stupidity of human beings lies in ignorance but self-righteousness, which is the arrogance from the depths of the soul."

"Is it because of Melen?"

The lady guessed, "Because Melen has a certain relationship with your father, you are afraid that the thing will fall into your father's hands, so you hurried to move it away?"

"..."

"Otherwise, how could the time be so coincidental? The summoning ceremony was just carried out yesterday, and the devil suddenly came today?"

"..."

"But, wasn't your original plan to negotiate with your father and then cooperate? Why, the cooperation has not been reached now?"

"..."

No matter what Mrs. Chelsea said, the Holy Spirit in her body did not speak again.

This made her more convinced of her guess.

However, the other party obviously didn't care what she thought.

Because even if the truth was like this, it was actually an open conspiracy.

Not only was the lady restricted by the current chaotic rules and could not approach the scene of the incident, but the person in her body was obviously also, otherwise it would violate her characteristic of not being able to lie.

"Are you so sure that the heir will also be restricted by this fake demon tide? The power he showed a while ago was far beyond the limits of the times."

Until the lady said this, the Holy Spirit sighed inexplicably, and then said: "Now the rules are disrupted, not to mention that there is only one heir to Saint Grant Castle, even if its previous owners come, they can't do anything."

"I need to remind you that this place was built with the help of Alfred, and he is much more familiar with it than Melen."