You call this the mastermind?

The actions in the carriage continued.

"Merlen"'s fat hands pinched one foot after another, sometimes with a gentle force and sometimes with a strong force.

Not only pinching the soles of the feet, "he" also skillfully rubbed the ten round toes and smooth ankles.

Occasionally, the pinching range would extend to the calves, the muscles blended together, and the touch was warm and greasy.

As the object of service, the nun was really wearing a black and white nun's robe at this moment.

Now, she was lazily leaning on the carriage seat, her long blonde hair wrapped in a white headscarf, and a bright red cross pendant on her chest, shaking as the carriage moved forward.

"Are you a little nervous?"

The nun closed her eyes and enjoyed the service at the fat girl's hands, and the hoarse voice from her mouth was slightly dissatisfied.

"Why are you sweating so much? It's sticky and all over my feet."

"Yes, I'm sorry."

"Merlen" squatting at the nun's feet apologized, "I'm just, I'm just a little worried about my family..."

"Are you afraid that they will be killed by Isabella?"

"Yes..."

"If she really does that, I'll be very surprised."

Speaking with her eyes closed, the nun smiled.

"Unfortunately, Isabella is much softer than you think."

This statement obviously has a strong soothing effect. Although "Merlen" didn't say anything after hearing it, he squeezed his hands harder.

But after a while, "he" suddenly asked curiously.

"Why didn't she come to catch us? Instead, she let us leave Graham?"

"It's impossible that her apprentice didn't tell her about the matter?"

"If she caught us, where would she go to find her precious daughter?"

The nun responded slowly.

"That idiot thought her daughter would always be her daughter, but he didn't know that in a few days, that lovely girl would turn into a ferocious and bloodthirsty demon."

This sentence was said calmly, but it contained absolute confidence.

"Mellen" unconsciously lightened the strength in his hands, and the movement of his ten fingers also slowed down, as if he was thinking of something.

"What? Remember your friendship with that girl?"

The toes painted with enchanting black twisted a few times in the palm of "Mellen" to express dissatisfaction.

"Aren't you very jealous of her?"

"I just thought of Garcia..."

Scratched by the toes, the fat hand resumed the kneading rhythm, and the uneasy voice whispered: "Do you think of him, does he really like me?"

"I originally thought that he wanted to come and play tricks on me like everyone else, but before, I wrote in his diary..."

...

They seemed to be just chatting about some trivial nonsense.

During this period, through the senses of the fat lady, Mellen was forced to experience this kind of "technician" work that he had never done before.

This is actually not very comfortable, because if you keep the kneeling posture for a long time, your body will feel very sore.

At the same time, you keep pinching a pair of feet in your hands. The sweat on both sides of the skin and the invisible stains on the feet rub and merge, forming a very special smell that can be faintly smelled.

It can't be said to be smelly, but it has nothing to do with fragrance.

Melen is very disgusted with this.

Unfortunately, in this state of mild possession, he can only feel everything that the other party feels, but cannot control the other party's words and deeds.

At the same time, Melen is very confused.

Because he doesn't remember that he has changed the fate of the fat lady named Winnie Kate who is currently possessed.

How come he has a thread corresponding to this person?     "Did I actually change her fate before, but I ignored it?"

Melen secretly suspected that this possibility is very high.

After all, before, he actually never paid attention to this fat lady who he used to pimp for the magician.

He never thought that this ordinary-looking girl would be one of the main driving forces behind his current experience.

Normally, this matter is actually very dangerous.

Because if it weren't for the warning from the golden finger a month in advance, it would be difficult for him to escape the death, let alone the leisurely state he is in now.

This made Melen secretly make up his mind to use those silk threads to peep more in the future to prevent similar incidents from happening again.

After all, if he had spied on this person before, wouldn't he have discovered the conspiracy in advance and then directly avoided the fate of being pitted?

"But this is not a bad thing. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have had that opportunity."

"But whether this matter can be accomplished depends on the person in front of me..."

Thinking of this, Melen turned his attention back to the lazy blonde nun at hand.

Whether it was his secret tricks or whether he could leave that strange space next, it was obviously inseparable from the "help" of this big white tiger.

And now, with this wonderful opportunity to peep, Melen thought, maybe he could get some useful information from the other party?

For example, her next action plan?

After all, this situation seems to be no different from him suddenly becoming the enemy's confidant.

If he really overhears some crucial clues, it is obviously not difficult to predict...

So with this expectation, Mellen "kneaded" more vigorously.

However, in the next half an hour, except for the change from kneading feet to massaging, he did not gain anything useful!

What the two parties talked about was basically trivial matters. After all the talk, no important points were mentioned at all!

They always mentioned the name of Isabella, Mrs. Chelsea.

However, every time I mentioned this blond nun who looked similar to Mrs. Chelsea, she always had a look of ridicule and ridicule on her face.

Sometimes they say she is too confident, sometimes they say she is too soft-hearted, sometimes they say she is cold-blooded, and sometimes they say she is indecisive...

"She's a stupid woman."

The nun lying on the carriage bench said without raising her head:

"Knowing that her daughter's physique is very special, she still tried to use secret techniques to transfer the evil nature in her bloodline into her own body. As a result, she could not use even half of her 100% strength."

"A few days ago, in order to protect her apprentice, she even resorted to self-destructive methods. She can no longer suppress the evil nature in her body."

"You mean,"

The masseur asked curiously while pressing, "Is she going to die?"

"That's not to say, she's not that stupid yet."

The nun groaned as she was pressed down, and said: "But she no longer dares to leave Chelsea Manor. So she can only send some unworthy things to follow us."

"But, didn't you say before that there was more than just that group of people following us?"

"Oh, there are also a few truth believers, the leader is named Guderian... I don't know what benefits he was promised by Isabella, but he actually came to oppose us."

As she said this, she snorted softly.

"But it doesn't matter. The 10th of next month is the time when their ceremony will officially start. Guderian can't miss this ceremony just to follow us."

"Is it the ceremony that is said to be related to Destiny's Child?"

"Who else could it be?"

"Could this be true?"

The fat lady was obviously very curious about this.

"Everyone seems to think that Destiny's Child is fake and was made up to fool people. Not long ago, the Minister of Magic even published a newspaper to reprimand those lunatics for their whims."

"There are so many stupid people in the world, and the Minister of Magic is no exception."

The nun sneered when she heard this, "Why do you think I care about those mixed-race wizards?"

"It's not because He's coming."

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