You call this the mastermind?

what to do?

These words made everyone in the conference room look a little weird.

"Since Vice President Longfellow said that it is impossible for Egg Wilson to pass the test, then there is no need to discuss it, right?" someone said.

"But what if? What if he passes?"

"Even if he passes, we won't really regard him as our master."

Another person said: "But the specific situation depends on what rights the heir has."

As he said this, he looked at a figure sitting at the top of the table who remained silent.

Compared with most of the people in the conference room who were middle-aged and elderly, this figure looked particularly young, and could even be said to be a child of seven or eight years old.

However, when many eyes focused on this child, their emotions were basically respect and caution, not contempt.

"The heir has many permissions, including but not limited to prohibiting a person from using certain facilities of the school, being able to ignore any blocking magic and sealing wards of the school, having the highest level of reading qualification in the library, and accessing any item in the storage library at will. Required items.”

Seeing that everyone was looking over, this child with a bald forehead and whose gender could not be identified spoke, with a deep voice that sounded completely like an adult.

“However, in order to successfully complete the heir trial, one needs knowledge reserves at the level of at least a senior wizard, physical fitness at the level of a senior hunter, an age of no more than twenty years old, and, most importantly, a lot of good deeds. "

“A lot of good deeds?”

"During the Duni Dynasty, the owner of St. Grant's Castle was regarded as a guardian. His duty was to protect the people in the nearby area from the magic tide and monsters. Of course, his successors must also shoulder this responsibility. "

"As far as I know, the minimum requirement for competing for the heir is that you need to have rescued no less than five hundred people. If you have less than this number, you will only be turned away."

"Some people may not be able to save one person in their lifetime, let alone five hundred."

These words made people in the conference room laugh. Juliana on the side had to let go of some expectations in her heart after hearing the words.

"It seems there is no need to discuss this topic at all."

…

As time passed, the answer sheets on the table were filled up one after another, and an ordinary-looking wooden door slowly appeared in the corner of the originally closed secret room.

After opening the door and looking around, Meren found that he had arrived at an underground training ground.

When walking in this training ground lit by torches, he could feel a squeezing feeling coming from all directions, as if it was repelling his existence.

But this feeling is not obvious to Mellen.

After a little adaptation, he arrived at the other end of the training ground smoothly.

After pushing open another door, Meren found himself in a gladiatorial arena.

The environment was relatively dark, and the surrounding auditoriums were empty. Opposite the venue, there was a row of iron cages holding many huge figures.

"It doesn't look like a creature from this era..."

After carefully looking at the things in the cage, Meren carefully took out the supposedly extremely sharp stabbing sword from his magic pocket.

As a result, it didn't take long for him to discover that his behavior was completely in vain.

Because those monsters, such as griffins, giant spiders, and even pterosaurs, look scary on the outside, but in fact they are not only clumsy in movement, but their defense power is not outstanding.

He hacked them all to death in just three or two blows.

So Meren came to the conclusion that the sword in his hand was indeed very sharp, and it could cut into the monster's bones without any dullness, as smoothly as cutting tofu.

After studying the corpses of these monsters for a while, he continued to walk towards another door deep in the arena.

Then I went through various scenes such as mazes, laboratories, libraries, etc.

This trial seems to be testing Mellen's all-round qualities, from combat to daily life, from practical ability to learning ability, from the way of thinking to the concept of life.

In some places, he dealt with it very easily, but in some situations he had no solution.

For example, he felt that a scene that required him to sacrifice his own heart to save a seriously injured and dying old woman was nonsense.

Although this is fake, the fake Melen can't do it.

But the strange thing is that after he was "stuck" in this level for more than half an hour, he saw a door emerging.

The same is true for other similar difficulties. As long as you stay there for a long time, an exit will naturally be born.

It seems that this trial does not require him to meet certain requirements. So finally, Melen came to an iron door.

There is a number of five hundred engraved on the iron door. I don't know what it is for.

After pushing it open, I walked through a dark corridor and saw another iron door in front of me.

The mark is six hundred.

Then seven hundred, eight hundred, one thousand, one thousand and five...

"What does this mean? Are you testing the power of teasing?"

Mellen was puzzled by this.

But when he arrived in front of the iron gate No. 1900, he found that he couldn't push it.

This seems to have reached a certain limit.

But before he could think about it, the surrounding environment seemed to melt instantly, distorting from one appearance to another.

Then Mellen discovered that he was currently sitting in a dark, dusty chamber.

Opposite him sat a golden skeleton dressed in luxurious robes.

The skeleton was not alive. It lay motionless on a classical high-back chair with its head tilted, obviously deader than dead.

But on the table in front of it, there were three things that attracted Melen's attention.

A necklace, a scepter, and a suitcase.

There were no words or even marks to tell Melen what was going on.

But he thought, maybe he had successfully "passed the level" and got a reward?

The necklace and the scepter looked ordinary.

The silver pendant of the former was a circular inverted triangle, which was obviously the symbol of Fort Saint Grant.

The latter was about one meter long and seemed to be made of pure gold. The top was shaped like an eagle's claw, tightly holding a black gem.

These two things seemed to be useless.

But the last suitcase with a brown leather exterior scared Melen when he opened it.

Because there was nothing in the suitcase, it was empty, with stairs and handrails, like the entrance to a basement!

This thing looked very familiar, and Mellen couldn't help but become interested.

After thinking for a while, he first took out his wand, chanted a spell to ignite a milky white halo on the tip of the wand, then spread the suitcase on the ground and stepped into the space inside.

...

At the same time, when Mellen appeared in the dark secret room.

Many senior officials of Saint Grant Castle who were discussing matters related to the traitor in the conference room suddenly heard a melodious horn sound from deep inside the school.

"What's the noise?"

Everyone's attention was attracted.

"It seems to come from the old campus?"

"Such a loud sound... Who went to do a spell experiment?"

As "modern people", they did not realize what the existence of the horn sound meant for a while.

However, after a brief discussion, the people in the conference room suddenly found that the "child" sitting in the main seat, whose expression had never changed since the beginning, had a very abnormal expression at this moment.

It seemed to be... stunned?

"What's wrong with you, Principal Browning?"

Someone asked puzzled.