You call this the mastermind?

Fort Saint Grant is located in the deepest part of Lei Island. Although it is surrounded by a large forest, it will still be blown by the sea breeze with fishy smell when the sea tide rises at night.

Breathing this humid air in his nose made Melen feel a little uncomfortable.

However, when he entered the girls' dormitory building shrouded in the night, the air quickly became dry.

As a wizard school, the architecture of Fort Saint Grant is of course different from ordinary buildings. It not only has functions such as waterproof, moisture-proof and shock-proof, but also has the function of automatic cleaning and air purification. Even if it is the most inconspicuous old house in the school, it will not have a bit of moldy smell if no one takes care of it for a long time.

This is the heritage of the top wizard school.

It's just that Melen has been here for a long time, and he has long been accustomed to it.

The girls' dormitory building is very quiet at night. As he walked up the stairs with many classical oil paintings, he began to look for the bedroom where Alyssa was.

The magic protection and alarm that should have taken effect with the intrusion of men were indifferent to Melen's existence.

From this, he could even see that the doors of several dormitories were half-open, revealing some spring scenes inside.

This made Melen sigh that as an heir, he had a good character. Otherwise, let alone other things, the privilege of entering and leaving the girls' dormitory at will could cause many scandals without being discovered.

"It's a nice view here, right?"

When passing by a painting of a noble lady, a fat lady in it suddenly said something that scared Melen. Fortunately, the dim light of the magic candlestick covered up most of his embarrassment, so that he didn't look too embarrassed.

After secretly admonishing himself not to indulge his power wantonly, he stopped dawdling and quickly came to the target.

With a light push, he pushed open the slightly open bedroom door.

Then he saw a group of disgusting species gathered around a four-poster bed.

Rats, cockroaches, beetles, moths, and even mosquitoes...

The four-person dormitory is very spacious, with no artificial light. The quiet moonlight pours in from the glass window, covering this group of little things. At first glance, it is dark, but at a closer look, it is densely packed, and the constantly surging appearance is like maggots in the toilet.

"You are here."

The hoarse and calm voice, wrapped in the stench of the "maggots", rushed into Mellen's ears and nasal cavity, making him inexplicably breed a feeling that he had only seen when watching horror movies in his previous life.

Especially when he saw the figure that made the sound clearly, this feeling became stronger - she was sitting quietly in the shadow of the corner of the dormitory, her face was blurred by the darkness, and some cold moonlight was wrapped around her long hair, dim and weird, like a female ghost.

However, when Mellen approached and gradually saw her beautiful face with clear outlines in the moonlight, this illusion began to quickly fade, and instead emerged an inexplicable sense of security and warmth.

This is the feeling you get when you see a woman who belongs to you alone.

"This phenomenon should have lasted for several days."

Mellen approached and naturally put his palm on her shoulder. The body temperature transmitted reminded Mrs. Chelsea of ​​some private scenes slightly unnaturally.

However, the current environment is special, and this instinctive thought is fleeting, and it is difficult to connect more ideas in depth.

"If you hadn't reminded me to come back and watch, we wouldn't have discovered it until now."

"Logically speaking, they are so obvious, someone should have noticed it a long time ago?"

Standing beside the lady with his hand on her shoulder, watching everything not far away, especially when he saw the sweet smile of the blonde girl lying on the bed, Mellen frowned unconsciously.

I wanted to ask some things about the lady's childhood before, but before he could ask in depth, he was called to observe the strange phenomenon at the moment.

I never thought that there would be such a situation, and his mood became quite heavy.

However, Mrs. Chelsea, as a mother, was relatively calm at the moment. "This is because Christine cast a concealing spell in advance. Normal people will not notice this sign, because they will flee before they see it."

Merren could hear that there was no panic in her words.

"So, it's not serious?"

"Well, it's just attracted by some pure characteristics of Alyssa."

That being said, under normal circumstances, there would be no mosquitoes, rats or other things in the building under your feet, because staying here would make them feel very uncomfortable, so they would naturally stay away.

However, everything is contrary to their instincts at the moment.

It can be seen how strong the so-called attraction of the girl is.

What's even more strange is that in addition to these ordinary animals, there are actually a few hazy ghosts wandering in this dormitory. The faces full of dead silence become more and more blurred as time goes by.

If you look closely, you can see that they are constantly overflowing with wisps of light-colored breath, mixed with the hazy moonlight, floating into the body of the blonde girl.

When the ghost looked at me, his eyes were full of pain, as if his life was being devoured, but he refused to stay away from the source of the pain.

"Where is the Holy Spirit?"

After watching silently for a while, Mellen asked.

"Retrieving the memory in my brain."

Mrs. Chelsea answered.

"Because of what I just told you?"

"Yes."

"Did you find anything?"

"It's hard to say at the moment, but her emotions seem to be getting more and more intense."

The surroundings had been soundproofed in advance, so the two did not lower their voices when talking. Although Melen had not asked in depth about the lady's mother before, the topic was only briefly mentioned, which was enough to attract attention.

The Holy Spirit paid particular attention to this matter, because in her opinion, everything that the lady had experienced in her early years as a reincarnated body should have been within her expectations.

But this matter was not within this scope.

Melen was not sure what this situation meant, but it was certain that it would not be a good thing.

"Have you contacted Alyssa recently?"

The lady suddenly asked.

Melen, who was thinking about the Holy Spirit, was startled when he heard the words, and then replied calmly: "Yes, what's wrong?"

"Did she mention that she liked a boy?"

"She didn't mention it, did you find anything?"

Melen was very wary of the question asked by the lady, and even suspected that Alyssa had revealed something here.

However, what she said next made Melen's expression suddenly change.

"Nothing was found, but the Holy Spirit thinks this is very abnormal."

The lady said: "Her blood is rooted in desire. Logically, the appearance of this vision proves that she has been initially affected by the blood. In other words, she should have started thinking about men a long time ago, but she didn't."

When she said this, she twisted her body in the chair, feeling the heat from Mellen's palm on her shoulder, and a certain idea was born from the bottom of her heart.

This made Mrs. Chelsea frown.

Because she had a part of her daughter's blood in her body, she couldn't resist the temptation to make mistakes when facing the students next to her. In the end, she was mixed with guilt and even acquiesced to her lover's identity, regardless of whether he had other women.

This decision was actually inconsistent with her own proud temperament. If there was no influence of the black blood, things might still happen, but it would definitely not become the current situation.

For this reason, she agreed with the judgment of the Holy Spirit very much-her daughter Alyssa was in a very abnormal state at present.

There is only a part of blood in her body, although it is the core part, but no matter how you look at it, it is not as much as Alyssa has.

However, she can't help making mistakes because of this. Why is Alyssa not affected by the blood?

How could she not be affected?

Even if she doesn't make mistakes because of this, it stands to reason that she should always think about men, or even eat the forbidden fruit.

But it didn't happen.     She had checked before, and her daughter was still a virgin, and she didn't do anything wrong behind her back.

But... how could she bear it?

Mrs. Chelsea, who was troubled by her inner desires, was even a little confused about this, wondering if it was her own problem?

But she rationally thought that this should be impossible...

Mellen was also very surprised by this.

He hadn't thought about this issue before, but now, after being reminded by his wife, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Alyssa actually misses a man, and chats with him "online" every day. This is mainly because it is difficult for the two to really contact each other, so she, as an underground girlfriend, can only express her love in this way.

Melen didn't think there was anything wrong with this before, and often felt that the girl was very sensible.

But now, thinking carefully, this rational performance really doesn't look like a girl who is just tasting the taste of love.

It is impossible to say that she doesn't like Melen, so she is so restrained.

After all, Alyssa has made many impulsive mistakes because of this.

But now this situation...

"Think about it carefully, since she used that illusion world last time, she has become much more honest."

Melen couldn't help but think of the unique ability that the girl claimed to use based on the storybook world not long ago, and her infatuation in that world, unable to help expressing her feelings.

Compared with the performance in recent times, it is really very different...

"You are here?"

While thinking deeply about this question, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

Looking up, Melen found that a blonde figure had emerged on the surface of the window on his left hand side.

That was naturally the Holy Spirit who called himself Christine, but actually had the same name as the lady.

Under the dim moonlight, the figure in the transparent glass did not look very clear, but Melen could still see that the face of this person was not good at the moment.

"What did you find?"

Before he could speak, the lady beside him could not help asking.

After all, this was about her mother.

"Black Knight."

The Holy Spirit spoke in a low tone, and his mood seemed a little depressed, "Your mother is a Black Knight."

Black Knight?

This made the master and the apprentice stunned, and then they could not help but look at each other, their eyes full of astonishment.

The Holy Spirit was not a person who spoke without thinking, so of course there was no need to question the truth of her words.

However, if this was really the case, then the situation would become extremely complicated.

The Black Knight originated from the assimilation of the Black Sun. In a sense, they were the apostles of that sun. No matter who they were in the past, they were deeply bound to the sun.

Simply put, for the Holy Spirit Christine who is determined to save the world and eliminate the threat of the black sun, they are pure villains.

They must be eliminated.

But one of the villains turned out to be the mother of her reincarnation...

This does not simply mean being born into an enemy family.

Rather, the enemy has already controlled every move of the Holy Spirit, and even "laid out" in advance, guiding her to step into the "trap" step by step.

In this way, whether it is the matter of Alyssa or Christine's salvation plan, they are naturally under the enemy's attention.

It is hard to say what the consequences will be, but just think about it, this situation is simply as bad as it can be.

"I said why she would remind me that the plan would inevitably fail. It turns out that the problem lies here..."

"She?"

"Last time Mellen mentioned that there was a silver-haired woman in the Evans Religious Library, I went to investigate. Although I didn't see anyone, I got some hints."

Christine said in an inexplicable tone: "She should be our father."

"The king of heaven who was overthrown by you?" The lady asked in surprise.

"Yeah."

"How did she know?"

"Not sure..."

Meren listened silently on the side without expressing any opinion.

He did not think that the one currently in Saint Grant Castle was the father of the Holy Spirits, because the real father had changed from a skeleton to Female Savage No. 1.

Although the situation was rather strange, it was enough to prove that the father was the one who needed him to "rescue".

Therefore, the one in the library should be the mother.

It was hard to say what her purpose was at the moment. She might be silently waiting for Melen to rescue her husband, or it might be for other reasons.

In short, it was quite mysterious, and it was not clear whether she was an enemy.

But she knew a lot, that was for sure.

However, she knew but did not say it clearly, and had to wait until her side had discovered something before she began to "remind", which seemed to be enough to prove something -

Either she did not care about these things, and was too lazy to pay attention, like a hermit, overlooking the world from the clouds.

Or, everything that was happening now was within her expectations, or even control.

The former was unlikely, because according to Christine's words, if the black sun was really allowed to exist, then the world would eventually perish.

As a member of the world, no matter how transcendent her status was, the "mother" would not be indifferent.

Therefore, the latter has the highest probability.

"What is your plan?" Mellen suddenly asked.

"My original plan was to use the power of the Church of the Night and the power of faith to continuously repel the power of the black sun."

At this point, the Holy Spirit had no need to hide it. "For this reason, I even gave up the Church of the Sun God and let the Church of the Night dominate."

"Now it seems that this plan is impossible to succeed."

If all of your arrangements are within the control of the enemy, then of course there is no possibility of success.

"But judging from your attitude now, you don't look like you have been hit?" Mellen asked strangely.

According to his understanding, this person's plan has been planned for a long time, perhaps carefully prepared for dozens or hundreds of years.

"Because I have a backup plan."

Christine, who was depressed but not decadent, replied: "Or, a plan that should have failed has now become possible to succeed."

"What plan?"

"Use the reproduction of the tribe to continuously dilute the power of the black sun."

As he said this, the hazy eyes of the Holy Spirit that appeared on the glass window stared at Mellen, as if there was some strange emotion hidden in them.

The updates have been a bit unstable recently, mainly because they are always being reviewed and blocked immediately after being published. I won’t mention the need to delete or revise them, and sometimes I have to rewrite them…