You call this the mastermind?

"Speaking of which, this matter is a bit strange."

The desk was filled with documents, and the young black-haired woman who was buried in them was speaking while handing a report to Meren who was sitting opposite.

"When I was at Chelsea Manor, I checked this and concluded that there is no spirituality in your seeds and you cannot have children at all."

"Can you give birth now?"

Mellen asked casually, looked down at the report in his hand, and found that there were piles of nouns and experimental data on it that he couldn't understand at all.

"I can't give birth now."

Juliana shook her head and said, "There's just a little change."

She is in the office, and she is no longer a cousin. The young woman's tone is very formal now. The "what's going on in the office" that she used to whisper to Meren in private now doesn't show up at all now.

"This report has detailed records, but to put it simply, your seed has a unique connection with a certain existence."

"A certain being?"

Mellen was surprised when he heard this, "What does this mean?"

When he asked this question, he subconsciously thought of the Holy Spirit in Madam's body.

I wonder if it’s not just my practice and absorption of mysterious substances that have changed after that torture.

"It's a conscious being."

Juliana said thoughtfully: "I can't say what it is specifically, but I tried to communicate with it using seeds as a medium and found that it seems to be in a dormant state."

"Sleeping state..."

Mellen frowned.

If it is in deep sleep, it cannot be the Holy Spirit.

But in this case, the target range will be endless.

Because in this world, there are actually many sleeping things, including holy spirits, demons, false gods, and even other messy things.

Now that the demon tide is sealed, it can be said that everything in the old world has fallen asleep or died.

But, how could this have anything to do with me?

There is no such situation in Chelsea Manor. In other words, is it because of what happened during the period?

"Am I connected to this existence, or is it just the seed that is connected to it?"

"At this point, it's not certain."

Juliana said: "So I asked you to come here this time. What I want to do is to collect your blood and saliva to test whether there are any similarities. The other thing is..."

She said this with some hesitation.

"Have you contacted that sleeping being?"

Mellen knew what she was trying to say.

"Yes, psychic means are used, but there is no feedback. I think if you make the contact yourself, there may be new clues."

Juliana frowned and said, "I just can't tell whether this behavior will be risky."

In a world with extraordinary power, it is bound to be risky to contact some unknown existence rashly.

But for Mellen, whether there is a risk or not, we will know if there is a change in fate.

Therefore, he didn't hesitate much and nodded immediately, "Let's try it tonight."

After saying that, Meren stepped closer and changed the subject in a soft tone: "Are you tired? How about I press your shoulders?"

The black-haired young woman did look tired at the moment, but after hearing this, she became very alert.

"It's working time now, and this is an office. Don't mess around."

"What are you thinking about? I'm not like some people who think about this all day long."

Meren rolled his eyes, but without any further hesitation, he came behind her and started massaging her gently.

"It's just that you look a little tired?"

It can be seen from those previous words that Juliana has already tried to contact this existence.

To say that this behavior was actually clearing mines for Melen, he was actually very touched. However, considering the current relationship between the two of them, the word "thank you" would be aggravating.

"This is actually because of other things."

The hands of the little man behind her were indeed honest, and Juliana, who was tense all over, gradually relaxed.

After lazily lying on the desk, she closed her eyes slightly and hummed:

"I don't know which damn bastard leaked the secret about me having an illegitimate daughter to Lesomore. Today I have to deal with all the old stubborns in the clan. It's really annoying..."       dealing with the clan members is actually useless. Too much energy, but using seeds to channel spirits made her very tired.

It's just that although it was an exploration, it didn't yield much, so she didn't want to take credit for it.

"Blackmail More?"

Mellen narrowed his eyes when he heard this, "Not your ex-husband?"

"I really don't care if I really want to embarrass the Felix family."

The black-haired young woman said, her tone fading, "Recently, my daughter can't go to the dormitory. Blackmail Moir has too many spies in the school, so she has to hide, otherwise she will be in trouble..."

"You can go to other secret places."

Mellen said: "It's just the two of us who know, and I'm sure no one will find out."

With the map of Fort St. Grant in hand, apart from anything else, it was easy to find a private venue.

There are actually quite a few venues similar to the Hidden Cabin.

"What place..."

Juliana murmured softly.

Mellen said one thing, but got no response.

He looked down and found that this person had actually fallen asleep!

The young woman with long black hair combed into a dignified hairstyle always has a heroic demeanor, but this sleep makes her look very weak, her cheeks pressed against the table, her rosy lips become plump because of being squeezed, and even a little naive.

I don’t know if she is really tired, or she is afraid that Mellen will become more dishonest when she starts to act, so she starts to pretend to sleep.

Or is she deliberately seducing?

“She really looks like a child.”

Mellen touched her smooth side face with pity, and did not think of doing anything. Instead, he walked back to the desk and did not leave. He sat down and read a book by himself.

But his thoughts had drifted to the topic that the two sides had just discussed.

Inexplicably involved with himself, a sleeping existence...

What is it?

“Fate has not changed.”

Looking at the book in hand, Mellen understood.

"So that means that if we conduct experiments on this at night, we will either get nothing or have no harm."

...

"The reason you want to find the mysterious knight is because of your father?"

Meren was in Juliana's office, thinking. Over there, Mrs. Chelsea, who was in a secret hut, was glancing at an oval mirror not far away.

She was dignified and holy in the mirror, and looked extremely stunningly beautiful.

But her expression was not so pretty.

"You have to understand that I just inherited his power, not his daughter."

"Lord of Dawn, Daughter of Dawn, if this is not father and daughter, what is it?"

"The Holy Spirit will not do such dirty things. Although there are many lovers, there is no such thing as a father-daughter relationship."

The "Madam" in the mirror answered angrily.

"Don't always put your human situation on me."

"But everyone says you are father and daughter."

"Who is everyone?"

The Madam did not speak, but gently pointed to a book on the coffee table. It was one of the materials she had collected before about the Holy Spirit.

"It's just a collection of rumors. Don't think that the content inside has any truth."

The Holy Spirit in the mirror snorted coldly.

"Besides, I told you clearly the purpose of looking for that knight, not for you to make up stories about me."

"So, do you think that mysterious knight is your father?"

The lady asked thoughtfully.

If nothing unexpected happens, there will be another chapter in the evening, but the time is uncertain~