You call this the mastermind?

"Photos?"

Juliana thought for a moment and said, "There is magic that can draw quickly, and the pictures are no different after drawing."

"Can the pictures move?"

"Move?"

"Like the pictures in the newspaper."

"That's impossible."

Juliana denied without hesitation, and then asked curiously, "Where did you hear about this?"

Of course I saw it.

Merlen thought.

He was thinking about reprinting the books, and remembered the pictures that the nun had sent him before.

There is no such situation in the inherited memory. Mellen thought at first that this might be the professor of potion science that he inherited, who was out of date because he was an ancient person.

But now, even Juliana said so, and the problem obviously came from the nun.

However, if the communication method of the Book of Whispers can really send pictures or even move pictures, there are so many people in the wizarding world, so it is impossible that the relevant theory does not exist?

If it really does not exist, it should be that the "hardware" of the Book of Whispers does not support such a function.

In this case, how did the nun do it?

I couldn't understand this, and it was not good to ask more about this kind of thing.

After thinking for a while, even thinking about possession, I couldn't find any convenient way to solve the current trouble.

Melen could only use the stupid method - using the call function of the map to read to Juliana.

In other words, he discussed with the other party while reading.

Then he came to a conclusion.

That is, the so-called special practice method is actually based on the wizard's path, mixed with religious beliefs and other powers.

"Normal wizards gather the ladder to the second level during their apprenticeship."

After finding that she couldn't enter the suitcase, Julianna had already gone to "work".

However, when Melen, who was in the suitcase, turned on the call function, the two sides seemed to be communicating face to face, and there was no obstacle to communication.

"But this method condenses a symbol similar to that of a god, which has the attributes of a ladder and can absorb the power of faith."

"Have you found any hidden dangers here?"

"Not yet, but it is not ruled out--"

She paused at this point, and then came the sound of a conversation with other people.

"Don't ask me about the drafting of the freshman rankings. Professor Doreen has already had a draft in mind. Go find her."

"I've already found her. She said she needs to hear your opinion first..."

"My opinion is that I have no opinion."

"This..."

"What is this? It feels difficult to say. Just tell her this sentence as it is."

"Okay, okay..."

Meren didn't say a word during this period.

Until a dry cough came from the other side, he continued: "I looked carefully, the most important thing is actually the so-called heir badge that needs to be condensed during this apprenticeship period. It seems to show different characteristics according to the different practitioners."

"To be precise, it is based on the practitioner's memory and the condensed beliefs in his body."

Juliana responded: "This level of practice does not involve the fundamental soul of the wizard, even if it is mixed with some theological meditation."

"So, the requirement to save no less than 500 people in the trial is actually a practice condition?"

"I think so."

The inherited memory of the professor of potion science made Mellen not just a simple wizard apprentice, but compared to Juliana, it was a little less than impressive.

Because the professor was only a wizard with a rank of 9, still in the ranks of senior wizards, not a top-notch figure.

But at least this can make the communication between the two sides very smooth, so that Mellen will not understand what the other party said.

The intermittent discussion lasted for a whole morning until he heard the sound of lunch break from the other side, and he stopped this behavior appropriately.

"I need to do some preparations before school starts this afternoon."

Juliana whispered to Mellen on the way to dinner with her colleagues: "Are you free tonight?"

"The teacher is teaching me something special tonight."

"What special thing?"

"She won't let me say it..."    "Okay, let's make another appointment. Anyway, you don't need to start practicing formally now."

After saying this sentence without seeming to mind, Juliana changed the subject.

"By the way, don't make the wrong choice for tomorrow's branch."

She said meaningfully: "If you choose another college, you won't be able to enjoy the treatment of a vice president tutoring you in person..."

This was obviously a bait, Melen curled her lips and said: "I just want to know, when can this vice president personally learn to bark for me?"

"The child is so beautiful."

The voice on the other side lowered, "Do you still want to listen in the vice president's office?"

"Of course not."

"Don't want to listen? Then what do you want to do?"

Melen raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and felt a surge of anger, so he snorted unhappily and directly closed the call.

This was obviously a trap for him, and the purpose was of course to lure him to Oak College.

But to be honest, he was really tempted by this.

This was certainly not for such an improper reason, but for future considerations.

Fort Saint Grant is divided into three major colleges, Oak, Dragon, and Astrology.

The directions for training students are also different.

According to Mellen’s understanding, Oak College’s main focus is not destructive, but rather knowledge and creation.

To put it bluntly, it is "scientific research".

Considering that he already has a destructive career as a hunter, it is really appropriate for Melen to enter Oak Academy...

"I've been delayed on something, and I might not be able to officially arrive at school until evening."

After cutting off the call with Juliana, Mellen found a message from Mrs. Chelsea.

"But I saw that Alyssa was not used to being with too many strangers, so I gave her your current address."

"She should be looking for you later."

Mellen was speechless when he saw this.

The teacher used to be very careful with him and Alyssa, for fear that something would happen to the two young people.

So careless right now.

Does she think that after having a relationship with herself, everything in this regard is already foolproof?

"She clearly underestimated the extent of her daughter's perversion."

After muttering like this, Meren unconsciously felt a sense of vigilance.

But what surprised him was that when the blond girl arrived, she was not the calm and composed sub-personality he had seen on the airship before.

On the contrary, it is her nature.

There is even a certain part of this nature that is inexplicably a lot more serious.

As soon as Melen opened the door and saw the other person clearly, the other person suddenly blushed, then lowered his head and stammered: "Can I, can I stay with you, Melen?"

She seems a little nervous?

Mellen was very surprised when he saw this, and then he thought that the person who had previously said in the Book of Secrets had something to tell him.

After giving way and gesturing for the girl to enter the room, he then asked: "Why don't you act like you did before?"

When talking about things, it’s better to use that persona who doesn’t know how to write shyly, right?

What can I say about this situation?

"I, I think you might not like them very much, so, so..."

The blond girl replied in a hushed voice, seeming to become more and more nervous as she spoke. She stood not far from the door with her head lowered and her hands tied. Her face that should have been white and tender was now as red as if it had been cooked.

"So you have something to tell me? You've mentioned this before."

Mellen's voice became softer unconsciously, "Come on, what's the matter? I'm listening."

He actually had no dislike for the person in front of him. Although he had been threatened, it was hard to tell whether it was a threat or a benefit.

It's just that the other party's perverted sub-personality would push him further, so he never gave him a good look.

But now, since she is no longer perverted, Meren certainly won't keep a straight face.

This seemed to give the blonde girl more courage, making her voice smoother, but she still stood there with her head lowered and her fingers holding the corners of her clothes, looking like she didn't dare to look at Meren.

"I, I hope you can give me a chance..."

"What chance?"

"Can you, can you date me while we are at school?"

The blonde girl mustered up her courage and whispered:

"Then, if you feel that I am not suitable after graduation, then I will, I will no longer, no longer hate you..."