You call this the mastermind?

When Mellen went to visit the manor, Mrs. Chelsea was not at home.

Instead, she was riding in a carriage, heading to a corner of Graham City where poor people gathered.

Although she did not meet Mellen, she still got the relevant news without any obstacles because of the existence of the Secret Book.

In the stable carriage that seemed to be completely still, the lady with long golden hair tied up and dressed in a black formal dress stared at the contents emerging on the pages of the book, frowning slightly.

"I know."

She sat there motionless, and the Secret Book floating in front of her showed lines of graceful and elegant words one after another.

"I can't get away for the time being, so let the child go back first. Give him a book guide, and I will contact him with the Secret Book later."

"Regarding the teaching of apprentices, I will also communicate with him with the Secret Book."

"By the way, send the book of the Refaeli family to the young lady."

After replying, Mrs. Chelsea's eyes left the Secret Book and pondered slightly.

"What is Kevin going to do?"

She was actually a little surprised by this.

In her mind, her son-in-law Kevin and apprentice Mellen had only met once at the last banquet.

Although the two sides had a little unpleasantness at the time, it was not enough to make Kevin pester the other party so much-

In order to invite Mellen to the banquet, he was willing to be cheated of money. It was really...

This matter was really a bit absurd.

But from here, it can be seen that even if there are conflicts between the two children, they should not be deep.

Otherwise, things would not be so harmonious.

However, the lady still attaches great importance to this, or it feels a bit troublesome.

This trouble does not come from the two children, but the venue of the banquet.

Ernest family.

The wizard family will hold banquets every now and then, and this kind of social occasion cannot be called troublesome for most people.

But the Ernest family is different.

In the eyes of some of their few insiders, the Ernest family banquet is a very "weird" place.

Why does Kevin have to hold the banquet there when there is no good place for him to hold it?

And his new apprentice, who was so ignorant, actually accepted the invitation?

From the news, he seemed to think that he had taken a big advantage in this matter...

Feeling a little helpless about this, after thinking about it, Mrs. Chelsea's eyes flashed, and the secret book floating in front of her was turned to a page named Susan Corinne Ernest.

"Is your family going to hold a banquet tomorrow night?"

The lady seemed to be very familiar with this woman named Susan.

"How is it possible? What I hate most is banquets."

The other side replied a sentence soon, "Where did you hear it from?"

"From a junior." The lady replied.

"My son is planning to host a banquet for some of his friends. I'll ask him later."

The other party replied: "Why, are you planning to attend?"

"I'm not interested."

The lady replied: "But if you are not sure whether your husband will make trouble, I might send someone over."

"I can't be sure."

The other party responded: "Besides, I have divorced that disgusting guy. You should call him by another name, Isabella."

"But I forgot your husband's name."

"..."

"By the way, I saw Juliana yesterday and she said she wanted to come to Graham recently?"

When sending this sentence, Mrs. Chelsea's expression did not change much, but she seemed to be very curious about this matter, otherwise she would not have changed the subject halfway.

"She told me too."

The other person replied: "She said that this was a love trip, maybe it was the beginning of a new relationship... It's really ridiculous. Your son is so old, but he is still thinking about those shameful shitty things between men and women."

"This is normal. Robin Refaeli, who claims to be the greatest wizard in the world, secretly went to brothels at the age of 174. How old is Juliana now?"

"... Where did you hear this gossip?"

The other person seemed surprised, "Besides, you, who have never been married, talk to me about this topic... Really OK?"

"This has nothing to do with marriage or not."

The lady replied calmly: "Okay, I'm going to visit the local church, and we'll talk when we have time."

"Are you going to inquire about your sister nun again?"     "I already treat her as a dead person."

"Then what are you going to the church for?"

"More and more truth believers have arrived near Graham. I feel that the situation is a bit out of control. To prevent any accidents, I must win over some people."

"...The situation is so serious?"

There was no reply to this sentence, because the carriage had slowly stopped moving forward.

After putting away the secret book, Mrs. Chelsea looked out the window.

A white church standing at the end of the silent cemetery came into view. It did not have any sacred atmosphere. Instead, it looked weird and terrifying against the background of the night and the dead branches and crows.

...

On the other hand, Mellen seemed a little disappointed when he came to visit but did not see Mrs. Chelsea.

But the butler also said that since the lady claimed to have known it, she would definitely not forget it.

So he was told to go to the banquet tomorrow night without any problems.

Melen felt very safe.

What made him completely relieved was that he didn't see any other changes when he checked his fate in the bathroom.

"So, as long as my fate line doesn't change, I can be more unscrupulous. If I go too far, there will be a hint..."

On the way back, Melen secretly pondered some bold ideas.

His body is now very resilient. He deliberately got beaten up before, and now there is no trace of it on his appearance.

Therefore, Melen thought that if he broke his arm and leg, it might recover in the end?

But this is actually just a thought, he doesn't dare to experiment.

It's hard to say whether it will recover, it really hurts...

Still have to stay calm.

After returning to the association's residence, Melen began to use psychic deduction to obtain information about Jim's mother.

It is obviously impossible to communicate with the other party directly.

Although it is not clear what level the lady who works in the Supreme Court of Wizards is, it is certain that she is higher than him.

So what Melen "searched" was basically some scraps.

Like the number of servants in Ernest's manor, what the servants are busy with every day, what goods the manor buys every day, and which goods are consumed the most...

Although he didn't get the answer he wanted directly, the continuous side analysis was enough for Melen to collect enough and effective clues.

While processing and pondering this information in his mind, Melen also contacted Arthur with the Book of Secret Languages ​​and gave him a lot of advice.

Afterwards, there was nothing urgent to do.

Looking at the sky outside the window, he found that it was already late, but because of the master-level breathing method, he never felt tired.

However, Melen, whose thinking cognition was still at the level of ordinary people, felt that if there was nothing important, it would be better to let the body rest.

So he took out his pajamas from the suitcase and put them on, and then got into the four-poster bed in the bedroom.

Having a very precise control over his body, Melen easily fell asleep.

However, it was this state that made Melen come to a familiar place in a daze-

the hunter's cabin in the storybook.

But this time, the experience was different from the last time.

Before he could see the surrounding situation clearly, a slightly weak female voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

"You, who are you?"

The owner of the voice should be wary of Mellen's appearance.

But because the voice was too soft, it didn't sound threatening at all.

Mellen looked sideways, and a graceful young woman came into view.

The young woman had long red hair and was standing in front of the fireplace. Her expression was full of cowardice and defense when she looked at him.

It turned out that the hostess in the oil painting came to life.

Or, the second member who was reading a book appeared.

Secretly curious about her identity, Mellen showed a cheerful and sunny smile to the other party on the surface.

"Hello, I'm Clark, Clark Batty."

He made up a pseudonym for himself.

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