You call this the mastermind?

Mrs. Chelsea rarely goes out.

For some reason, she has never even stepped out of the manor in the past two years.

But tonight, she took a simple carriage and quietly came to a small town outside Graham.

At this moment, the sky was bright and the stars were sparse. The evening breeze carried the moisture from the sea and blew over the fields outside the town. The flowers and plants on the roadside swayed with it. Accompanied by the sound of the wheels rolling, it seemed peaceful and peaceful.

However, when the carriage entered the town, the surrounding world suddenly changed dramatically.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and lightning flashed in the dark clouds. The dull roars came one after another, as if something terrible was brewing.

Countless ghosts in tattered robes were gathering together. Under the dark clouds, with a core as the origin, they formed a terrifying skeleton ball surrounded by black mist. Horrifying ghost cries came from it one after another.

They looked terrifying, but if you look closely, you can find that these ghosts are just instinctively protecting themselves.

And the objects they are avoiding are four black-feathered giant eagles soaring in and out of the dark sea of ​​clouds!

The giant eagles are wrapped in dark blue thunder, and the eagle eyes release dazzling light. Every time they flap their wings, the black ball of the ghost will be twisted and turbulent, as if it may collapse at any time.

Correspondingly, waves of terrifying wind and waves will also be set off in the town below, like a tsunami storm.

The roofs of the buildings in the town are constantly being lifted up, and the trees are uprooted.

The wild dogs on the roadside whimper and bark, and the wailing sounds are mixed with the screams of the townspeople, which are very inconspicuous.

All the scenes indicate that this place is on the verge of destruction.

Until the inconspicuous carriage passed by, it was like an eraser, gently wiping it, and the strong storm that ravaged the town suddenly dissipated.

From movement to stillness, all kinds of objects blown by the wind fell to the ground by inertia, and the large number of dead souls gathered into a ball also screamed and scattered at this moment, turning into countless figures hiding in the shadows of various corners of the town and trembling.

But this did not attract the attention of the giant eagles in the sea of ​​clouds.

The storm below was just a byproduct of their flapping wings.

At this moment, their attention was all focused on the deepest part of the town, in the direction of a remote manor.

While circling and soaring, the pairs of dazzling eagle eyes stared at there angrily from time to time, and lightning roared and rushed away, and white light flashed one after another.

However, when these terrifying thunders hit the manor in the air, they would inexplicably dissipate.

The manor looked very peaceful, and the outermost steel fence was covered with vines.

At the end of the barren lawn was a very old stone brick castle.

Moss covered the castle walls. A long giant flag was hung in the center of the castle, shaking in the wind. The black eagle and crown logo on it were vivid under the lightning, as if an eagle king would jump out of it at any time.

But in the end, there was no change on the giant flag. Instead, after a short scream in the castle, it became dim.

And the four terrifying giant eagles hovering in the sky suddenly ignited several beams of pure black flames all over their bodies at this moment.

The shrill wailing spread over the entire town, causing the trembling townspeople to scream in fear again.

But what followed was a calm.

It was a real calm, because the disaster had been burned into four piles of ashes and blown away by the wind.

The disaster came suddenly and went away quickly.

Only at the ancient manor at the end of the town, the atmosphere became more and more tense.

Mrs. Chelsea's carriage stopped outside the manor, motionless, and the driver stared at the closed manor gate with a gloomy look, his expressionless face like a walking corpse.

However, when someone in the manor walked out and saw him, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

"Good day, Miss Isabella."

The serious voice broke the weird atmosphere here. The middle-aged gentleman with a mustache walked up to the carriage, raised his hand to take off his hat, and bowed to the carriage.

"I haven't seen you for many years, you are still so beautiful."

"The Rafaeli family has made a great contribution to the wizarding world."

Mrs. Chelsea in the carriage did not show up, but her hoarse voice was clearly heard by the other party.

"The lightning technique invented by Amber Refaeli is the first choice for every wizard when they get started."

"But they violated the truth."

The middle-aged gentleman said softly: "Fate has long shown that death is the final destination of this family."

"You have been hunting down the Refaeli family for seven hundred years, killing their eleven heads of the family and hundreds of members."

"It is one of our many missions to completely wipe out this bloodline from the world."

The middle-aged gentleman smiled and replied, "It is an honor for me to complete this mission today."

"Twenty years ago, the current head of the Refaeli family swore allegiance to Chelsea."    "If I have offended you, please forgive me, Madam."

The gentleman said: "But as far as I know, after you succeeded as the head of the family, their family rarely listened to your orders."

"And just now, they faced the call of fate, but they still tried to threaten the lives of a small town and force you to come here-"

He didn't say anything else, because as he spoke, the dark clouds above began to emit a dull roar again.

The middle-aged gentleman looked up in astonishment, only to see a terrifying black python that had appeared there at some point, circling and poking its head out from the depths of the dark clouds.

A huge amount of thunder lingered on its terrifying body, and the dazzling light it released enveloped the earth, as if day had arrived.

It was so big that it was like an ancient beast that had returned to this world. The entire sea of ​​clouds that covered most of its body seemed to have become part of its coiled giant body.

As the beast quietly looked down from high in the sky, the strong sense of oppression made the middle-aged gentleman's upright back unconsciously hunched a lot.

"What do you want?" He decisively admitted his defeat.

"Your purpose."

"I'm afraid you will be disappointed."

The gentleman said bitterly: "I am just one of the many believers who believe in the truth, and I am not qualified to listen to the revelation of fate."

"If even the God-Slayer Guderian is not qualified to understand the so-called revelation, who else is qualified?"

The hoarse voice was full of sarcasm, "Luka Joz?"

"The bishop is certainly qualified, but I'm afraid no one else can get this honor except him."

The middle-aged gentleman's tone was very sincere, as if he really knew nothing about it.

But Mrs. Chelsea didn't believe it.

There was a little silence in the carriage, and then a faint voice came.

"The International Wizards United Council is drafting a bill for the cleansing of cultists and ancient mystics. If it is passed, you will become rats crossing the street."

"The appearance of truth must be oppressed," the middle-aged gentleman smiled when he heard it, "but the light of truth will never be extinguished by oppression."

"I can prevent it from passing."

This time it was the middle-aged gentleman's turn to be silent.

After frowning for a long time, he said with some difficulty: "We will listen to the real revelation."

When he said this, his tone was extremely obscure, as if he was repeating someone's words.

"Where does it point to?"

"The Prophecy of the Disciples, the third paragraph."

"What a delusion..."

"Delusion? This is destined, and no one can stop it!"

The middle-aged gentleman's words suddenly showed a fanaticism that was difficult to conceal.

"The world will usher in the arrival of the eldest son of destiny, and He will lead us back to the original. If you are wise enough, you should prepare early!"

This sudden change in tone made him seem to become another person in an instant, crazy, arrogant, and full of confidence.

However, as if he disdained to respond to this, the quaint carriage started quietly, and under the steady driving of the coachman, it returned to the direction of Graham City.

The middle-aged gentleman didn't say anything else. After bowing to the back of the carriage leaving, he put on his hat, hurried to the other side of the road, and finally disappeared without a trace.

The town completely returned to peace, and the heavy black clouds in the sky slowly dissipated.

A ray of pure moonlight swayed down through the gaps in the clouds, illuminating the few withered weeds in the courtyard of the ancient manor.

A storm ended just like that.

After returning to Graham, Mrs. Chelsea, dressed in an elegant black dress, got out of the carriage with a little doubt on her face.

The old butler with a head full of silver hair was already waiting at the gate of the manor. Seeing the owner of the house, he hurried to greet him.

"Madam, there have been results on the matter of the Mixed Blood Association."

"So fast?"

Mrs. Chelsea, who was a little absent-minded, came back to her senses after hearing this, and her tone was a little surprised.

"Your little grandson just got in today, right? Has he completed the task?"