You call this the mastermind?

Merlen didn't know that his "accidental" discovery of Jim's father's abnormality actually involved the existence behind all the events during this period.

In fact, after sending the adapted story to his teacher, he directly forgot about it -

Whatever level he was in, he felt that he was still a little boy, so it was better not to try to get involved in the affairs of "adults".

After all, too much pressure would affect development.

After everything was done, Mellen did not choose to take a rented carriage again, but just carried a sack of harvest and walked towards the Mixed Blood Association's station.

There were no more accidents, but he saw a group of wizards fighting on the way. He watched the excitement for a while, and then felt that it was boring, so he took a detour away from the battlefield.

During this period, Mellen tried to enter the special state given by the Wandering God Boots, and did some experiments on how long he could use it.

So when he arrived at the bedroom of the Mixed Blood Association, he was sure.

The self who Kevin said could last about five minutes could actually last about half an hour.

Then he felt a little tired.

But this feeling of fatigue came and went quickly.

When Melen exited that state, he felt his energy begin to recover rapidly -

The "cooling time" in this aspect is obviously linked to physical fitness.

"Then first..."

After experimenting with the Wandering God Boots, Melen couldn't wait to come to the private bathroom in the bedroom and use the mirror to check his fate.

The blank fate track made him completely relieved.

"Fortunately, there are no more moths..."

Muttering, Melen couldn't help but reveal a smug smile.

"It seems that as long as I don't offend some irresistible big boss, no one can kill me."

Completely avoiding the fate of death made Melen very happy.

But he didn't forget that he had other things to do.

After leaving the bathroom, he began to sit at the desk and counted his gains tonight.

The first was the sack of magic pockets he carried back.

This seemed to be a huge sum of money, but each magic pocket was attached with its own "spell lock". He needed to spend some effort to take out this wealth.

But it doesn't matter. Now that the thing is in hand, it won't fly away by itself, right?

Secondly, there are 29 green fate points left.

Melen originally planned to use these fate points to lay a good foundation, but Mrs. Chelsea said that there is a memory inheritance in the mixed-blood association that can help him directly "build a foundation".

So Melen thought about keeping some and using some. What direction to use depends on his next needs.

Thirdly, it is the Wandering God Boots on his feet and the small black snake wrapped around his wrist.

The former has a powerful effect, and the latter is unknown, but it is not weak.

Unfortunately, there is no enemy who can come to him to output damage, so there is no way to experiment.

Thirdly, it is the hush money from Kevin tonight.

Half of this money was paid to Arthur as a running fee, and now there is 300,000 grams left.

Counting the 500,000 grams extorted last night, he now has a total of 800,000.

This should be a huge sum of money, but Melen currently doesn't know what to do with this money.

But the more of these things, the better. Maybe one day he will find a suitable way to spend money and then quickly use them up?

"But now, the most important thing is..."

After taking a deep breath, Mellen, who was sitting at the desk, picked up a book, and when the attribute panel appeared, he looked directly at the black destiny in the destiny column.

Tonight, he gained a lot, but what Mellen was most looking forward to was the destiny that was quietly born after changing his fate.

What is it for?

Mellen didn't know, and there was no relevant prompt.

But he felt that since it was born based on himself, this thing should be the most suitable for him, or what he needed most.

So he didn't pay attention to anything else, and Mellen reached out and touched the black destiny on the page.

Then, a dizziness suddenly emerged from the depths of his mind, making him quickly sleepy, and then he fell asleep on the desk in a daze.

Mellen began to dream.

A long dream about the future.

...

Time passed quietly.

The sleeping Melen was like a hard-working teenager who fell asleep unconsciously after reading for too long at the desk.

The surrounding environment was quiet, and on a street not too far from the Mixed Blood Association, there were always bursts of magical collisions.

But it seemed that because of the defeat of one party, it had begun to spread everywhere.

There were many rooms in the accommodation apartment of the Mixed Blood Association with lights on, and many people were standing at the window, stretching their necks to look in that direction.

There were even more daring young mixed-bloods who sneaked out and ran to watch.

But it was already very late, and the glimmer of dawn even vaguely emerged from the sky, which was the most difficult time for a person.     So most members of the association were still asleep, and they didn't know at all that there was a series of ambushes on the street not far from here.

Some people who went to bed early didn't even know how complicated things had happened in this city tonight.

So in this wonderful atmosphere of both quietness and bustle, Mrs. Chelsea came quietly.

Her arrival did not attract anyone's attention. Even though she passed by an old wizard who was on night watch, the other party still ignored her.

And it seemed that the goal was clear. Once the lady entered the apartment building, she walked to the corner staircase without any hesitation.

After stepping on the stairs to the second floor, she quietly raised her hand and pushed open Mellen's bedroom door.

A black-haired boy who was lying on the desk and fell asleep came into her sight.

The boy's posture was very déjà vu, and with the "Wizard Encyclopedia" still in his hand, it seemed like a good student who was very hardworking and studious, because he read too long and was too sleepy and couldn't help falling asleep.

After experiencing so many things tonight, he should have been very tired, but he didn't forget to study after coming back...

As a teacher, Mrs. Chelsea was stunned for a moment, and the original intention to come here to chat with him faded.

As soon as he raised his hand, Mellen, who was lying on the desk, slowly floated up, took off his coat in mid-air, and then gently lay on the soft four-poster bed in the bedroom.

The neatly folded blue quilt then spread out by itself, covering the black-haired boy's body completely, with only his head and his left hand exposed.

Mrs. Chelsea then came to the bed on Mellen's left hand side, watching Mellen fall asleep due to "exhaustion".

After a moment of silence, she took out the Book of Secret Languages ​​and used this medium to explain to Mellen as much as she could about what happened tonight.

In order to prevent the boy from worrying about his friend named Arthur after waking up.

Then she took out a simple dagger and a silver goblet from the sleeves of her long skirt.

The dagger looked ordinary, with a cloth strip wrapped around the handle, and it looked even a little crude.

In contrast, the silver wine glass is much more gorgeous. Not only is the edge of the glass decorated with gold, but there is also a strange carved portrait around the glass -

A group of angels with wings on their backs and wisdom halos on their heads hold various weapons and suppress the hideous demons under their feet.

This thing looks very mysterious, but as the owner of the cup, Mrs. Chelsea certainly doesn't have the heart to look at it.

After placing the cup on the bedside table, she stretched out her smooth left wrist, picked up a sharp dagger in her right hand, and slowly cut a knife above her wrist.

The tender white skin was quickly cut open, revealing a touch of flesh and blood. The strange black blood quietly flowed out of it and fell into the silver wine glass, ticking, ticking...

A murmur in some unknown language quietly sounded in the room as the black blood appeared.

The sound was not obvious at first, but as the liquid in the small bowl became more and more, the murmur became louder and louder, and even tended to be a sharp roar.

At the same time, as the black blood in the cup continued to gather, some very terrifying scenes appeared in it-

The bones piled up into a mountain, the sky was scarlet, and a large number of horrible humanoid monsters that seemed to be burned walked around the vast scorched earth, biting each other, devouring, and gathering...

The scene was like hell, silently revealing that the liquid in the cup was not a good thing.

And as they continued to leave the body, Mrs. Chelsea's momentum became even stronger, and her face became brighter and more beautiful.

However, when a drop of golden blood mixed with a large amount of black blood quietly overflowed from the wound, she quickly pinched the wound and stopped bleeding.

Then, she used a dagger to "pick up" this drop of golden blood emitting a dazzling light and dripped it onto the sleeping black snake on Mellen's left wrist.

Once touched, the golden blood quickly merged into the little snake's body, and then like a flame, it quickly ignited the flesh and blood organs inside the snake one after another!

This is obviously not a gentle transformation.

From waking up to struggling in pain, and then to motionless death, the snake took less than a second.

But as the hot golden light under the scales smoldered and flickered, its snake eyes turned from dull and dead to sharp and full of energy.

Standing with its head held high, the look of swallowing and spitting out the tongue in its mouth was full of desolation.

That demeanor was vaguely similar to that of Mrs. Chelsea!

However, this wonderful sense of déjà vu did not last long.

As the little snake wrapped around Mellen's wrist again, its body began to stiffen and solidify, and its eyes were dim. Finally, as if it had lost its life, it completely turned into an exquisite black bracelet.

Mrs. Chelsea's face turned pale, as if she had suffered some serious injury.

And when she pinched the silver cup and drank the black blood that kept roaring in it.

Her legs softened, and she collapsed on the floor beside the bed as if she was seriously ill. Her slender arms wearing elbow-length white gloves supported the floor, and cold sweat continued to flow from her smooth forehead.

"If this is what you want, Lydia,"

She showed a weak sneer on her face, "then it's as you wish."

After taking a few deep breaths, and finally looking at the apprentice sleeping on the bed, Mrs. Chelsea struggled to grab the bedside table and climbed up, stumbling out of Mellen's bedroom.

The room returned to silence, and the hazy moonlight penetrated from the window, covering the spots of sweat dripping from the lady's forehead on the floor.

Mellen was still sleeping at the head of the bed, unaware of what had just happened.

Time kept passing.

As the darkness outside the window slowly faded, a ray of morning light quietly shone in the sky, becoming brighter and brighter, and the boy's cheeks seemed to be glowing.

Thus, a noisy night finally passed completely.

But what happened that night did not subside, but began to ferment and spread, and was published in many newspapers, and then quickly spread to every corner of the wizarding world.

The dormant Half-Blood Association also began to quickly regain its vitality.