You call this the mastermind?

Most people's dreams are uncontrollable and the contents are chaotic and disorderly. They will forget the things in their dreams soon after waking up.

A small number of people have mastered the secret of "lucid dreaming" and can stay awake in the dream, and then in turn control the dream and do whatever they want in it.

The dream Mellen is having now is somewhere in between——

He is awake, but he has no control over what "dreams" he has.

At the beginning, it was like he suddenly fell into a dark world, with an empty mind, no sense of direction, and no idea where he was.

Only bursts of noisy sounds continued to come from the depths of the void from all directions, screaming, wailing, cursing, roaring...

At first, Mellen was curious about the specific content of these sounds. After all, he clearly remembered what he was doing before falling asleep.

However, after listening carefully for a while, he discovered that these sounds were just noises made by some people, with no useful information at all.

The only thing that impressed him deeply was that there were a lot of screams and wails.

This state lasted for who knows how long.

Then some switch seemed to be touched, and the dark world around him suddenly became brighter and clearer as if a curtain had been lifted!

Mellen found himself in a magnificent cathedral.

The cathedral is empty and silent, and the dome is decorated with a large number of mysterious murals.

There are many sculptures standing in front of the surrounding walls, some are as majestic as gods, and some are as ugly as demons.

But the strange thing is that at the core of this church, what is enshrined is not a certain god, but a complex, old-fashioned and clumsy metal typewriter.

A thin old man in a gray linen robe was kneeling in front of the typewriter, looking pensive, not knowing what he was thinking.

And a group of mysterious people wearing black coats and various masks on their faces knelt and sat on the white ground behind the old man, their eyes focused on the old man, their expressions full of expectation.

But the old man never spoke, as if he was thinking about a very profound question.

"Bishop Luca."

Finally, a man in black couldn't help but speak, "What... exactly did Destiny Child reveal?"

"A big secret."

The thin old man replied in a low voice.

"Where is it pointing?" Another man in black asked excitedly.

"I'm still thinking."

The old man shook his head and said: "His words are recorded in an unknown language that I have never seen before. Although it is very brief, I am not sure that I can completely decipher it."

These words made the people in black in the cathedral look at each other, each of them seemed a little at a loss.

Mellen, who stood beside the old man but was ignored, stretched his neck curiously and glanced at the typewriter in front of the old man.

Unfortunately, nothing was seen.

"Then, will we still have the opportunity to listen to His revelation?" A man in black asked again.

"certainly."

The old man answered without hesitation.

"Since He has responded to us, His coming is an indisputable fact. However, if we want to contact Him again, we need a higher-level sacrifice than this time."

"Do you have a goal?"

"The god of cold and death in the land of eternal night is on the verge of resurrection."

The old man said: "Find it, awaken it, imprison it, use it as a sacrifice, and dedicate it to the son of our destiny."

"But……"

A man in black hesitated when he heard the words, "That's the territory of the church. We may not be able to infiltrate in a short time."

"Granny Caesar, deputy commander of the Crusaders, Hand of God of the Church, has exhausted his life and is on the verge of death."

The old man responded, his voice becoming more and more ethereal, and the clear world around him became hazy.

"He was hoping for a miracle to come and save his life."

"Destiny's child is a miracle."

"So, reach out to him, go spread the light of truth to him. If he doesn't want to die, he will become one of us."

"But whether he can win the favor of the son of destiny depends on his luck..."

The sound disappeared, the hazy picture was completely shattered, and the surroundings fell back into the deep darkness before.

But this time the darkness did not last long, and new scenes quietly emerged.

It's just that compared to the previous one, the scene this time seemed a bit blurry, and it seemed to happen further "distant" than before——

It is also a vast hall, bright and gorgeous.

But this is not a church, but a conference room.

Clouds were rippling outside the window, silently revealing that this conference room was not in a normal realm.

More than a dozen well-dressed middle-aged and elderly men and women sat around the long table in the center of the conference room, silently listening to the low-pitched narration of an old man in front of the conference table.

"Rebels have captured the capital of the United Kingdom and Charles III is about to be guillotined."

"A large number of mixed-race wizards gathered near the capital, as well as those damn truth believers. We from the Ministry of Magic can't get close, let alone save the king."

"It is inevitable that the seal will loosen and the demonic tide comes again..."

He concluded: "We should have prepared early."

These words made the participants who were listening silently start whispering among themselves, and all of them looked solemn.

He was so bad-tempered that he couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

Mellen listened carefully for a while and found that these people were scolding the truth believers mentioned before, as if these people were the culprits.

However, simply scolding did not have any substantial content. Mellen, who seemed like an outsider, wandered around the conference room.

Then he discovered that one of these people actually knew him——

Mrs. Chelsea sitting on the left hand side of the conference table.

In this "dream", Madam still has her blond hair tied up, wearing elbow-length white gloves on her hands. She is elegantly and delicately dressed, with a calm expression, and is sitting there drinking a cup of ginger tea.

"Isabella, what do you think?"

Seeing that no one in the conference room spoke first, the old man who spoke before looked at Mrs. Chelsea.

The lady did not respond, but turned to look at the other person in the corner of the conference table.

The man was an old man wearing a black coat, with sparse gray hair and age spots on his face. He looked very old, at least eighty years old.

As Mrs. Chelsea looked over, the attendees all turned their attention to the old man. Their expressions were very complicated, including disgust, rejection, respect, and awe...

"Although the first wave of demons will bring countless disasters and deaths, it will not completely destroy the existing order of the world."

Being watched by many eyes, the old man said slowly: "So it doesn't matter even if we fail this time, the second level is the key point and must be stopped."

"But looking at the current behavior of that group of lunatics, we suspect that the key to starting the second wave of demons may be in the Northern Empire."

Someone said: "The Empire has always been at odds with our Ministry of Magic, and it is difficult for us to do anything there."    "So, we need to increase our influence in the Empire," the old man replied.

"If we could do it, we would have done it."

Someone said coldly: "As for you?"

Upon hearing this, the old man glanced at the speaker and did not respond. Instead, he turned his head and greeted outside the conference room.

So a pretty nun led a girl who looked very familiar to Melen into the conference room.

"Lily Kozia, who grew up in Graham City and is a member of our association."

The old man said to everyone in the conference room: "She also has another identity, the eldest princess of the Northern Empire, Katerina, and the daughter of William Pantoria."

"You mean?"

Several people were startled when they heard this, and then looked at the girl and immediately became very excited.

"Caesar's betrayal led to the group of truth believers to successfully assassinate the emperor. The regent temporarily took charge of state affairs, but the empire always needs a new emperor."

The old man said slowly and calmly: "According to their ancestral teachings, anyone with royal blood has a chance to compete, so why can't it be our Lily?"

"It's difficult."

Someone said calmly: "Her eldest princess mother will not give her any foundation. Her age is also at a disadvantage in this matter. The chance of pushing her to the throne is too low."

"But she is one of us, and a member of House Pantoria, a pureblood."

The old man pointedly said: "The process of pushing her to the throne will be difficult, but if it succeeds..."

Without him having to say anything, everyone in the conference room had already started whispering to each other, obviously moved.

However, as the person involved suddenly raised his hand, the conversation among these people quickly weakened and eventually became quiet.

"Children of the Pantoria family, what do you want to say?" an old man asked in a kind tone.

"I want to ask, where is Meren?" the girl asked with a frown.

"He's missing."

Someone responded, with a subconscious tone of displeasure when mentioning this name, "The last news came the night before yesterday, when he was still in the capital of the United Kingdom."

"You should find him as soon as possible." The girl said.

"That guy disappears all the time."

Someone smiled and said, "It's not a big deal. I don't think he will encounter any accidents."

"Maybe there will be an accident this time?" the girl insisted.

"What do you want from him?" Mrs. Chelsea, who had been silent before, suddenly asked.

"Yes!"

"What's up?"

"If you want me to fight for the throne."

The girl took a deep breath when she said this, and then she mustered up the courage to say loudly: "You must ask Melen to help me!"

"Then."

Under the frown of a large number of people, the girl's voice gradually became weaker.

Along with this, the still clear images around him began to blur and fragment.

"If I really become the emperor, I want Mellen to be my prime minister!"

…

Darkness engulfed everything again, and noisy noises quietly came from all around.

But this time, the darkness lasted for a very long time, so long that Meren couldn't help but wonder if this "dream" was basically like this.

Until a glimmer of light appeared, illuminating a blurry picture into Meren's eyes.

This picture is very hazy, like a thick mosaic, so blurry that no specific details can be seen.

Only a general outline can be seen——

Three people were standing in an open space. One of them was lying on the ground, seemingly in a coma. The other person was standing in front of the unconscious person, blocking the approach of the last person.

"Get out of the way, Isabella!"

A loud, majestic, but angry voice sounded from the third person's mouth, and it sounded very clear.

"If you continue to protect this damn blasphemer, then I will kill you too!"

"He is my apprentice."

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice followed, "Not a blasphemer."

"Don't even think about making excuses!"

The majestic voice said loudly: "This damn guy has spread his stinking smell all over the fountain of heaven. Isn't it blasphemy?"

"Why don't I smell anything stinky in here?"

It seemed to be Mrs. Chelsea, but she said in a slightly different voice: "It's just the smell of some heather. Although it doesn't smell very good, what's the big deal?"

"Do you really not understand, or are you pretending not to understand?!"

The majestic voice became angrier, but also weaker.

"Then let me put it bluntly! Isabella, this damn apprentice of yours just took off his pants and was in our sacred mother..."

The blurred picture was shattered and the words completely disappeared.

Then, under Meren's thoughtful gaze, the surrounding darkness slowly faded away, and the noise from the outside world and the soft feeling of skin touching the quilt came quietly.

In the bedroom of the Mixed Race Association, Melen, who was sleeping on the bed, opened his eyes.

"What kind of plane are you doing?"

He wondered secretly, still thinking about the dream he had just had.

It seems that what he dreamed about was some scene in the future?

However, some things in the dream made Melen vaguely understand.

For example, the so-called truth believers, the so-called demon tide, and the so-called fountain of heaven...

"It must be fake."

Mellen thought to himself as he sat up in bed.

"Otherwise, how could I do such a lewd thing?"

With this thought in mind, he turned his gaze to the desk placed by the window not far away.

In other words, he looked at the several "Wizard Encyclopedias" placed on the desk.

Although the content of the long dream just now was a bit bizarre, it at least appeared after using Black Fate, so Melen couldn't really ignore it.

However, there were too many things inside that made him feel unfamiliar.

Mellen felt that he needed to learn more about this next.