You call this the mastermind?

Mrs. Chelsea clearly has a lot on her plate.

At the beginning, I responded to Mellen several times in seconds, but seeing that he did not mention anything urgent, but kept asking questions, the reply speed became slower and slower.

In the end, he was even told to pay less attention to those things that have been eliminated by the historical process and have no real use.

Because heaven and hell, and even the Holy Spirits, have faded away with the demonic tide and disappeared.

As for the Fountain of Heaven, Madam believes that it is an extremely distant thing for Melen, no different from some ancient myths and folklore.

Mellen was a little depressed because of this.

Under normal circumstances, her idea is not wrong.

However, Melen clearly remembered that in his dream, the so-called demonic tide had reappeared in the world.

Since the demonic tide will appear in the future, the Holy Spirit and the Kingdom of Heaven will naturally revive.

No, in other words, in the last clip, the person talking to the lady was most likely a resurrected Holy Spirit!

However, facing the former world overlord, the top being who overlooked all things from the clouds, his future self turned out to be in his mother...

This metaphor is very appropriate, because the lady mentioned that when writing religious classics in history, the Holy Spirit affectionately called the fountain of heaven, our sacred and great mother...

"I don't believe that I am the kind of person who offends a group of big bosses just for fun."

Sitting at the desk, Mellen thought about this matter.

"Even if I am invincible in the future, I will never do such obscene behavior that harms others and does not benefit myself. If nothing else, it would be too embarrassing."

"What's more, judging from the last scene, I was obviously knocked unconscious. I'm not invincible at all, let alone a bad taste."

"So, in the future, I must have done that kind of thing for some necessary reason, and I even risked my life for it..."

Mellen frowned when he thought of this.

He couldn't think of anything that would cause him to behave in such a weird way.

This event will obviously happen in the very distant future, and it is completely difficult to say what happened in the meantime.

After all, let alone the Holy Spirit, we haven't even seen the shadow of the demon tide yet.

Even according to the sacrifices made by those truth believers in the first scene, the so-called demonic tide... should have just begun to show its signs?

Where did this sign come from?

Mellen unconsciously thought of a wonderful existence - the Child of Destiny.

In other words, he thought about what the bishop named Luca claimed that the son of destiny revealed a big secret to them.

"Could everything stem from the secret revealed by Destiny Child?"

Mellen mused.

He had doubted himself before, whether he was the son of destiny.

After all, his golden finger function is inseparable from fate, and the fact that he can see through the target's fate line is simply a bug.

However, looking at it now, this guess is obviously unreliable.

His own family knew about his own affairs, and he didn't even know much about wizards. How could he possibly know any big secrets?

Even if he knew the secret, judging from what he had foreseen, he felt that it would be impossible for him to tell others.

How can the resurgence of magic power, the chaos of the world, etc., be better than a quiet and wretched development?

With Goldfinger's existence, he doesn't need to mess up the world and take advantage of it...

The mystery is puzzling, but without extra clues, no reliable conclusions can be drawn.

This seems to be the end of the matter.

Mellen looked at his attribute panel, then ran to the bathroom to check his fate.

After confirming again and again that there were no other changes, I began to think about whether to use fortune numbers to conduct lottery draws to enrich my methods.

However, before he could make a decision, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Accompanied by a greeting from a little girl.

"Aren't you awake yet, Egg?"

This was obviously Lily's voice. Meren was startled when he heard the words, and naturally thought of the girl's future destiny and her hidden "royal" identity.

"I'm sleeping," he responded.

The girl became silent when she heard this, but then, without Melen pushing the door lock, the internal lock actually moved on its own.

The crack in the door then opened, and a little head poked in from the outside, with a curious look on his face.

"I heard that you did something big last night?"

This little guy is obviously very thick-skinned and has no embarrassment at all in opening other people's bedroom doors without permission.

But let’s just say she was rude. She knew beforehand that she knocked on the door and asked...

Mellen felt a sense of comfort.

The girl's facial features and image are full of childishness and youthfulness, completely different from the girl's appearance in the dream.

It can be seen from this that the war that opens the demon tide seal is probably several years away from now.

"It's not a big deal."

With the future on his mind, Mellen responded humbly, "And I'm just a gigolo."

"No one else says that."

The little girl blinked when she heard this.

"Everyone has read last night's news in the newspaper, and they are gathering below to discuss it. Several purebloods have come to see you."

"What do you want from me?" Mellen raised his eyebrows. “I’m making friends, or I want to invite you to a banquet or something.”

Lily said, "There is also a pureblood named Mike, who seems to be very famous. He came early in the morning and said that you saved his life last night, and he had to come to thank you."

Mike?

Melen was stunned when he heard this, and then he remembered that this guy seemed to be the short wizard who dueled with him at the banquet.

Afterwards, the two of them ran away together.

That guy was "allergic" to snakes. At that time, he did help him, but it couldn't be said that he saved his life...

Puzzled, Melen stood up, put on his coat, and walked out the door.

"The president and a fat man from the meteorological association are also waiting for you in the reception room."

When passing by the girl, she seemed to say casually: "They said that you gave someone a lot of money last night."

"Who did you hear that from?" Melen asked casually.

"Everyone is saying that it has spread everywhere."

The little girl said meaningfully: "I didn't expect you to be so rich..."

"That's in the past."

Merlen sighed, "We went through something last night. In order to prevent Arthur from the Meteorological Association from having an accident, I gave him all my belongings."

"Would you be so stupid?" Lily expressed her doubts.

"How can this be called stupid?"

Merlen looked at the other party in surprise.

"Everyone knows how miserable Arthur is. If he encounters any bad luck again, I doubt whether he will commit suicide. So although we have only known each other for a short time, it is worth paying a lot to save a life. You know, life is priceless..."

A wave of moral blows successfully suppressed the girl's little thoughts, making her look depressed, but it was difficult to say anything.

Merlen nodded with satisfaction and walked towards the stairs.

Of course, he, who has become rich, would not be reluctant to part with the mere 300 grams of ghost dust.

But he felt that he had saved the other person's life, and no one knew about it, but he had to pay the other person for it... This was very disadvantageous.

He never did things that would disadvantage him, so when faced with the little girl who ran to ask for money, he still didn't plan to "repay the money".

...

Walked down the wooden stairs.

As soon as he reached the first floor, Mellen saw the short wizard named Mike, who was "boasting" about what happened last night with the people around him.

"At that time, I escaped from the banquet hall with Egg, but I met an enemy disguised as a guard halfway."

In the hall, the short wizard was surrounded by a group of people and sat in the middle, half of his body was bandaged, and he looked seriously injured.

But his spirit was very sufficient, and his voice was very loud.

"To avoid being passive, I attacked the enemy first, but he had a counter-protection spell on him, and I fainted instantly."

"Then what happened? Did Egg fight that guy off?" Someone in the audience asked curiously.

"How is that possible? He was a third-level wizard. Egger was still an apprentice like us, so of course he couldn't beat him."

The short wizard said, "But I'm sure that Egger was very loyal and led the enemy away, otherwise the enemy would definitely hit me again, and I wouldn't be alive now."

"You know, the enemy showed his face at that time, so if he didn't want to be exposed..."

If you don't come over, I'll forget about you.

Mellen was a little embarrassed when he heard that.

So seeing that he was talking excitedly and the people around him were listening seriously, Mellen walked quietly towards the reception room-

The president of the mixed-blood association came suddenly, but he didn't feel any surprise, because the examiner Feng mentioned that the president would come a few days ago.

It's just that he didn't say it would be so soon.

And now, since the other party is already waiting in the reception room, Mellen certainly can't dawdle outside, otherwise it would seem too disrespectful to others.

With this idea in mind, Mellen stepped into the reception room.

Then he was surprised to find that the old man sitting here was the old man in his dream who proposed to push Lily to the throne!

Vice President Victor was also there at the moment, so under his introduction, Melen knew that this was the president of the Mixed Blood Association, Jacques Rancière.

This made Melen unable to help but imagine.

From the outside, the Mixed Blood Association was just a third-rate organization, vigorously developing the "public relations department", but it made its own people unbearable.

However, whether it was the instigation of the enemy behind the scenes before, or the fact that there was a descendant of the imperial royal family hidden in the association.

Even some high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic in the dream looked at the old president with a faint fear...

It can clearly prove that this Mixed Blood Association is not simple.

Or, this president who looks quite old is not simple.

With such an understanding, Melen behaved very honestly.

However, in the subsequent conversation, he was puzzled that the attitude of this not-so-simple old president towards him seemed a little... strange?

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