You call this the mastermind?

As dusk fell, the abandoned classroom, which was already dimly lit, became even quieter. The permeation of some strange smells made the living environment here seem very bad.

However, Melen, lying on a soft bed, felt very comfortable staying here at the moment.

In his arms, a soft jade and warm fragrance, a tired pretty face was pressed against his muscular chest, and the gentle breathing sound was soothing and full of frequency, proving that the owner of the sound had fallen into a deep sleep at the moment.

Because of the long golden hair as soft as silk, Melen could not see her whole face when he looked down. In the dim light, only the upright and pretty nose tip was relatively clear.

"She is as bold as a prostitute when seducing, but in fact, she is more immature and shy than her daughter."

Looking at Lydia in his arms, Melen thought silently, "She is unexpectedly conservative..."

It can be said that the whole day from morning to afternoon completely overturned his previous impression of this nun, although now it seems that her figure sleeping in the thin snow-white velvet quilt is tall and graceful, exquisite and full of the temptation of a mature woman.

But no matter how you look at it, Melen has a feeling that he is holding an innocent girl-

What can better reflect a person's nature than when his mind is in a trance?

Melen even regretted his previous carelessness, because the surrounding environment is really not good, let alone romantic, it can't even be called normal, like a rough house under renovation, and it's disgusting to look at it for a second.

But think about it carefully, the atmosphere is there, how can you care about so many things?

As the old saying goes, gentle places are the graves of heroes. Melen, who was a little bit unable to stop when he fell into them, looked at the sky outside and suddenly remembered that there seemed to be some serious things that he had not done.

It was not a very important matter. He just made an appointment with Lily, a little girl far away in Graham City, to help her check some things related to dream shaman in the school library at noon today.

God knows why that little girl is interested in the ancient profession of shaman.

However, considering the search for the body of the Holy Spirit, Melen did not intend to miss this opportunity to brush up his favorability before - as a result, he completely forgot about it and only remembered it now.

He bent sideways, picked up his magic pocket from the ground beside the bed, took out the book of secret words and looked at it. There were indeed a lot of messages on it.

"Don't forget it, Egg, I'm counting on you."

Because they chatted a lot during this period, the two of them got along very well. Under Melen's deliberate guidance, the other party also forgot the embarrassing thing that she still owed Melen some money.

"How is it, did you find it?"

"It shouldn't be hard to find, right?"

"?"

"..."

"..."

"[○｀Д○]"

Emojis are very suitable for transmission in the Secret Book, which can adjust the atmosphere. After chatting with the other party for a long time, Melen occasionally sent a few of them. As a result, the little guy was fascinated when he saw them for the first time. Not only did he use them frequently, but he also kept thinking about creating some of his own.

"The ones you wanted me to help find were taboos. I went to look for them, but not only did I not find them, but the librarian also punished me to clean the sanitation for an afternoon."

Melen lied and responded without thinking.

As a result, the other party replied in seconds: "You are the guardian of Saint Grant Castle, who dares to punish you?"

"Besides this identity, I am still a student. As a student, I need to abide by the school's rules and regulations."

"...But why is it a taboo?"

"You can do whatever you want in other people's dreams, why do you say it is a taboo?"

"Uh..."

"But thanks to this cleaning, I have figured out the regional divisions of this library."

Merlen fooled the child and said: "I will secretly come over tomorrow to look through it, and it will definitely work."

"Okay, Mellen, I really trouble you."

The child replied very simply, without any doubt.

Merlen ignored her.

Looking at the other messages on the Secret Book, except for Juliana asking him what to eat in the evening, only the news of the Holy Spirit Christine could attract his attention.

"You are playing with fire!"

This sentence seemed a bit angry, which made Mellen quite puzzled.

"What do you mean?"

He asked back.

As a result, the other party did not respond.

This made Melen squint his eyes, then he pulled himself out of the quilt, prepared to put on his clothes and go to see what was going on.

His gentle movements were not big, but they woke up the sleeping blonde young woman instantly. After opening her eyes and seeing that it was Melen, she relaxed.

"Where are you going?"

The hoarse voice was a little dull, as if the nose was blocked, and it seemed a little lazy, mixed with a hint of coquetry.

"There is something I need to deal with."

Melen did not intend to tell the truth.

However, he found that the young woman's eyes buried in the soft pillow were staring at him infatuatedly, and the affection and love in them seemed to be about to overflow. He trembled in his heart, and then bent down and kissed the other person on the forehead.

"Wait here, I'll be back in the evening."

Lydia didn't say anything after hearing this, but stretched out a pair of snow-white arms and wrapped them around Melen's neck. After kissing him in this posture for a while, she reluctantly let go.

"You go, dear, don't think about me."

The young woman buried her face into the pillow as she spoke, as if she wanted to take a nap, and her voice became muffled because of this behavior, "I'm going to completely decorate this place tonight, and I may not be able to take care of you. "

"Oh well."

Mellen didn't insist on this either, "I'll come back to you tomorrow morning."

He actually has to channel the spirit to find the pair of "female savages" at night. With that, he will travel through time and space, and may even meet the current girl in her teenage years. There is no need to stay together.

Lidia hummed. The huge spiritual satisfaction made her act like a submissive newlywed wife. However, the physical exhaustion and exhaustion left her with no time to think more, and she fell into deep thought again. of sleep.

In this case, she deserved a perfect rest.

Unfortunately, less than half an hour after Meren left, Lydia was suddenly awakened.

Looking sideways, not far away, a barefoot woman with silver hair like snow and wearing a white robe was standing there, observing her quietly.

"You did the wrong thing."

Seeing Lidia look over, the silver-haired woman with a holy and ethereal temperament said softly: "So far, the time you have spent with him may not be a whole day, but you have already devoted yourself to him."

"It's you."

Lydia ignored the other party's words. After seeing the person clearly, she lazily withdrew her gaze, her eyelids twitching as if she wanted to continue sleeping.

"Less than a day."

When the visitor saw this, he emphasized: "Don't you think this is a terrible situation?" "It's an exaggeration."

Lydia murmured, burying the tip of her nose into the pillow, and after taking a deep breath of someone's lingering scent, a touching blush appeared on her pretty face.

This sudden display of fever kept the silver-haired woman silent for a while, and it wasn't until about ten minutes later that she sighed.

"You and your daughter have really similar personalities."

"You mean Alyssa?"

Lidya's originally intoxicated face immediately turned cold, "She is not my daughter!"

"You are connected by blood. She fell from you. What is she if not a daughter?"

the silver-haired woman asked softly.

As a result, these words made Lydia look disgusted, "If I would regard a monster that was born in only ten days as my daughter, then I must be crazy."

"The length of time does not negate the established fact. If she is really not your daughter, why are you so similar?"

"If you insist on clarifying this issue."

Lydia was too lazy to say anything more and said in a cold tone: "I suggest you go to the secular world and find people who study philosophy. Seeing as how boring you are, maybe they will be in the mood to discuss it with you."

"So, what does Alyssa mean to you?"

The silver-haired woman asked persistently, "A tool to achieve the conspiracy? A useless burden? Or a love rival who steals your husband?"

Lidya originally planned not to talk to him again, but the last words made her feel a trace of embarrassment inexplicably in her heart. The depth of her mind that was originally full of sweetness because of her rapid close relationship with Melen, could not help but recall Many questions she deliberately ignored.

She had long discovered the unclear relationship between Alyssa and Mellen. In a sense, she had contributed to it.

At the same time, Lydia also knew that her "cousin" was also having an affair with Meren.

Not long ago, when she felt Melen's fiery and incomprehensible gaze when he looked at her, a doubt suddenly flashed through her mind.

That is, what is the relationship between Melen and his sister Isabella?

You can't go into all these details, otherwise it will definitely spoil your fun.

But when you calm down and think about it, these problems seem to have to be faced sooner or later.

At that time, what attitude should I adopt?

Thinking of this, Lydia suddenly focused her eyes on the silver-haired woman not far away, and a strong suspicion flashed in her eyes, "You weren't spying on us just now, were you?"

"As long as I want to know something, I can know it."

The other party replied softly, "There is no need to peep."

Only an idiot would believe you.

Lydia cursed secretly and was in a terrible mood.

Because she discovered that the person in front of her was most likely another love rival!

Although I don’t know how Melen hooked up with this mysterious woman, I can easily imagine that the reason why the other party pestered her so much was not because of her, but because of Melen.

They look at each other with such special eyes, and even "care" about their private lives. What else could they be if they weren't love rivals?

Lidia's green eyes narrowed unconsciously because of this, and then she sighed pretending to be sad, "Mellen hopes that I can use the blood connection to bear some of the price on Alyssa's behalf. I have long made up my mind not to I resisted, so I really can’t call him a love rival.”

"Are you really willing to sacrifice yourself?"

"No, but I love Mellon and I'd do anything for him."

"Love should be selfish."

"Of course, but who said I came later? I used to be so vicious..."

The words full of self-pity and self-pity made Lidya want to tremble a little. However, after the words fell, the other party seemed to be inspired and fell into deep thought.

This made Lidya stunned, suspecting that the other party was pretending.

After all, the words themselves may not fool even a child. She said this, but she was just expressing her current situation before the "win or lose was decided", and diverting the attention of the mysterious and powerful love rival in front of her. Putting it on others makes you look "harmless".

But what's going on now?

Could such a mysterious "powerful enemy" be an idiot easily deceived?

"You are such a fool."

The silver-haired woman who was suspected by Lydia of being an idiot suddenly sighed, "You thought you were deceiving me with lies, but I saw that you would really do this."

"What's the meaning?"

Lidya frowned upon hearing this.

"I wish you good luck." The other party replied softly, and the figure in the dim light disappeared into the abandoned classroom.

She came suddenly and left inexplicably. Lydia was stunned for a long time and finally sneered.

"A pretentious idiot."

Muttering like this, she buried her head into the soft pillow again, deciding not to pay attention to those things that were either troublesome or puzzling.

Feeling the strange warmth that always existed in her belly, Lydia turned to think about the business.

"With such a large amount, you should be able to get pregnant, right?"

"As long as I have Mellen's child, those bitches don't matter."

she thought.

Although she came later, there are many things that come from behind. As long as she uses some small means, she is confident that she can firmly hold her husband's heart in her hands.

This kind of confidence is not based on blind arrogance, but is based on everything in the "past"——

As a girl, if her husband "Anthony" hadn't loved her deeply, how could she have devoted her heart to him?

It can be said that this past memory has become her guiding light now...

Thinking of this, Lidya suddenly frowned.

Although he clearly knows that Mellen will become Anthony, as of now, he seems to have not figured out a way to truly transform in that era.

In other words, the two of them were so immersed in each other that they had completely forgotten about it.

"You should continue to go in at night, right?"

She looked at the dim sky outside with some worry, "Can you think of a solution in such a short time?"

…

The nun's concerns are not unreasonable, because Mellen has not thought of this yet.

This is not to say that he doesn't pay attention to it, but because after arriving in the secret cabin, Alyssa's current situation directly attracted his attention.

"What's wrong with her?"

Looking at the blond girl who was sleeping on the bed but with a rosy complexion, Mellen looked at Mrs. Chelsea next to him with some confusion.

"I feel the same way, it's so irritating."

Before the heavy-faced lady could say anything, the Holy Spirit's angry voice sounded in Mellen's heart, "Thanks to you, our plan has to be advanced."

"What's the meaning?"

Mellen was surprised when he heard this, "Does this have anything to do with me?"

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