You call this the mastermind?

Mellen was already quite familiar with being called, after all, he had experienced it many times before.

But being called by a group of people is special.

It's like being in a busy city, or more appropriately, being in a demonstration group. There are many voices saying almost similar words, and I don't know why, there seem to be more and more people making such voices... …

"What's wrong with you, Mellen?"

Although Mrs. Chelsea sitting opposite was communicating with Mellen, most of her attention was still on her sleeping daughter on the bed next to her. However, when Mellen's expression changed, she discovered the situation immediately.

"nothing."

Faced with her strange look, Meren hurriedly responded: "I just thought of something, I'll leave first."

The lady hummed after hearing this, and looked at the back of her student as he left with a confused expression.

It was already very late now, and based on her knowledge of Mellen, there seemed to be no urgent matter that required him to leave under the current circumstances.

"Is it about Lydia? Or Juliana?"

She thought silently, feeling a little inexplicable.

Because she did not regard herself as a hostess, although Mrs. Chelsea originally had objections to the student having an affair with other women, she had no intention of intervening.

But if the next reproduction plan is implemented, there will inevitably be intimacy between her daughter and Melen. In this case, many issues that she deliberately ignored will have to think about now.

For example, who is Mellen going to marry?

Before that, she thought the candidate was Juliana, although in her opinion Juliana was not suitable. Regardless of her age or experience, she was not worthy of her student.

But who would let Melen be willing to ignore so many female students and stay with a married young woman all day long. Coupled with the fact that Juliana is her good friend, Mrs. Chelsea believes that this is actually not unacceptable.

But now, for the sake of her daughter, she felt that this option was definitely not an option.

"If you want to break them up, I'm afraid you can't."

The Holy Spirit, who is one with the lady, clearly knew her current thoughts, and said at this time: "Unless you say you want to marry Melen, maybe he will consider it."

"It's impossible to get married."

Mrs. Chelsea responded rationally: "If there was no Alyssa, marriage might be a situation that I could consider, but now, I just want Melon to marry Alyssa."

This is the truth. Although she had previously claimed that she only wanted to be a lover, she still had the idea of ​​going further in her heart.

But now, this idea has completely disappeared.

"However, Melen and your daughter don't seem to have a deep relationship."

The Holy Spirit said meaningfully: "Even if the reproduction plan is implemented, Melen seems to be at a greater disadvantage. You can't use this to coerce him, right?"

"I certainly wouldn't bully Mellen."

The lady said lightly: "But thinking about it, as a good student, Mellen should be able to understand that a teacher would not want to see her good friend Juliana living a better life than her, don't you think?"

"You mean..."

"Ask Juliana to be his mistress like me, instead of occupying the wife's position. I think Melen will consider it."

"Are you so confident?"

The Holy Spirit seemed to be smiling at this time, "Besides, even if Melen agrees, how can you persuade Juliana to be like you willingly?"

"This needs to be talked about. Talk to both of them separately."

Mrs. Chelsea didn't want to explain anything, "I wanted to talk about it just now, but Meren left because of something."

"It seems you already have an idea?"

The lady hummed and said nothing else. She looked at her daughter's cute sleeping face on the bed and sighed secretly.

To acquiesce in allowing her man to have another lover, and to give her daughter to this man as his wife, this kind of thing is not only impossible for a normal person to do, but also difficult to even think about.

But she didn't hesitate much when making her decision.

Because reason told her that compared to larger consequences that could even threaten life and death, the ethical issues between a few people were nothing at all.

Although I felt extremely uncomfortable with this, it was just a few mood swings.

Not only will she not be affected by such fluctuations in her actual words and deeds, but she will also actively suppress these emotions that should not exist because their existence is of no benefit.

As for the idea of ​​hating Melen for this and thinking that Melen took advantage of this process, it should not even exist.

From the beginning to the end, Mrs. Chelsea knew one thing very well, that is, her student Melen had been helping her and her family, rather than in turn costing her a lot.

Whether it was the body that was seriously injured due to the black blood, or the problem of my daughter Alyssa, or even everything related to the Holy Spirit...

These things actually have nothing to do with Mellen.

If it weren't for him being a teacher, Mellen would have no need to get involved in these troubles.

Therefore, even if we don't take into account the relationship between men and women, they always take the initiative and constantly ask for Melon when necessary. Madam will also feel that it is more "free" to let Melen's private life be more "free". In fact, it is not a big deal.

It was precisely because of this rational thought that she was unwilling to marry Melen before and make herself suffer.

But she can have such rational thoughts, but her daughter may not be so "mature".

If she really makes Alyssa Mellen's wife, when she knows that her husband has a lover outside... will she do something irrational?

This is a problem that Mrs. Chelsea needs to consider urgently.

What she needs to consider more is whether her daughter can really accept and carry out a reproduction plan with Mellen when she already knows that she, the mother, has an ambiguous relationship with Mellen?

Although her daughter liked Mellen before, and although her daughter's personality has changed a lot unconsciously, in the lady's cognition, Alyssa is still the introverted and stubborn little girl who treats feelings very innocently.

Even if she can persuade her to acquiesce in many situations, she will probably sulk at home alone, and even get sick like when she was a child...

This result is not what the lady wants.

"How to deal with these troubles?"

She had a headache for a while.

But she never thought that before she started to worry about this matter, Alyssa had already hinted to Mellen that she didn't mind Mellen being ambiguous with her mother.

A girl who pursues love and desire wholeheartedly, when she becomes paranoid, is beyond the imagination of ordinary people...

On the other side, Melen, who left the secret hut, is now using the power of the heir after transforming into "Eger" to teleport to the suitcase space exclusive to the heir.

Sitting on the chair in the space study, in front of him is the desk covered with a huge map.

There are a lot of small black dots wandering on the dense lines on the yellowed map, and outside of all this, a gray and hazy bead is quietly placed.     The bead is the size of a baby's fist, and the dull color inside is like "clouds and mist". Looking closely, it is still slowly turbulent.

But in Melen's vision, there is a different world in this bead-

A vast, field-like muddy land, the light is dim, and a small fireball quietly floats in the air, which is the only light source here.

This is actually his domain space.

Originally, it was only ten square meters in size. Later, after Melen ate a lot of food given to him by the "female savage", this space began to expand.

Later, since the nun experimented with the prayer and traveled back to her teenage years with Melen, the domain that had already become very large was expanded again miraculously.

However, because there was a lot of burning energy mixed in it, Melen could not use this domain space to do anything.

He was not in a hurry to do anything with it.

However, just now, when those calls came, Melen found that he seemed to have a very strange "illusion", that is, he could "smash" his domain along those calls.

"Do you want to try?"

Melen, sitting behind the desk, was a little hesitant at this time.

This call was different from the one he had experienced before from the mysterious knight. Instead, it was more similar to the one about Caesar that he didn't pay much attention to at the time and learned about later.

In other words, the one who called him was most likely some truth believers, and they were dying.

Needless to say, the call from the dying can only be for help.

However, because it was not to summon the mysterious knight, Melen could not follow this call.

Melen could imitate what he had done unintentionally before and apply the fate in his own inventory. He felt that he could do it as long as he wanted.

Unfortunately, the one he gave to Caesar was just a fluke.

If Caesar was not a hunter, if his hunter level was not at the top, then even with Melen's fate, he would not be able to escape the result of death.

And now, what professions and levels are those truth believers who called him?

Melen could not be sure.

According to his understanding of this, wizards probably accounted for the majority.

And the profession of wizards cannot be saved by a few gray fates.

In other words, if he wants to do something at the moment of being called, then apart from the mysterious knight and the fate, he can only put his hope on this field.

But he had no idea what would happen after he did this.

If there were no burning energy in the domain, Melen would not be so hesitant. In his opinion, even if it was unknown, the domain was ultimately a derivative of himself, and would not bring any harm to his behavior.

But the existence of those burning energies was external and uncontrollable, and its source even involved the black sun that was very likely to destroy the world...

He did not act rashly for a while.

However, feeling that the calls were getting more and more, and at the same time, a few of them were beginning to become weaker, which seemed to prove that the situation on the other side was getting worse and worse, Melen finally stopped hesitating.

"Just treat it as an experiment, and it doesn't matter what consequences it really causes."

He thought to himself, "Anyway, if I don't take action, these people will die."

After making up his mind, as Melen's mind moved, the ball on the desk suddenly became hazy and transformed into a phantom-like existence.

It was hazy and translucent, as if the substance no longer existed here.

But more abnormalities did not emerge.

Melen was thoughtful about this.

But he never thought that just because of his simple thought, the situation on the other side would change so dramatically——

The battlefield surrounded by the blizzard was flashing with brilliant magic lights. The truth believers who should have gathered together because of the attack were now divided into pieces by the enemy's fearless attack.

Looking down from the sky, the scattered team of less than a hundred people was stretched into many spots. Some fought alone, and some were besieged. Because of the enemy's numerical advantage, it was rare to besiege others.

During the whole process, from time to time, wizards who did not distinguish between enemies and friends lost the power to maintain stability because the translucent magic protection on their bodies was annihilated, and were even blown away by the fierce blizzard. They wailed and screamed, becoming the background embellishment of this surprise battle.

The one who was paid special attention by the enemy was the red-haired wizard carrying the sealed god.

At this moment, with the help of his teammates, he continued to gather people and call on the large army to reunite. At the same time, he used his magic wand to prop up three small and exquisite translucent glowing shields that kept floating around the "lamp" in his hand to prevent the elusive enemies from attacking this precious sacrifice.

Being besieged by enemies with many times the number of his own, the situation was quite dangerous. If he was not careful, he would die.

However, his face was now full of excitement.

It was because not long ago, more and more teammates claimed in hurried whispers that they felt the existence of fate.

This statement sounded illusory, and if you were not the person involved, you would only feel confused.

But the red-haired wizard happened to be one of the parties involved.

Although this feeling did not turn into real changes and did not bring any benefits to the entire battle, he could now be said to have gained a lot.

Because they discovered a pattern.

That is, if a true believer can feel the existence of fate by chance or necessity, then other true believers around him can also "borrow power" to perceive the hidden great power!

The discovery of this law originated from a dying teammate who habitually recited a prayer before death from the original true believer in battle. Although he did not receive the favor of fate until his death, the true believers around him who were also reciting in battle and were not dying, were able to sense it one after another based on this.

"Report this matter, even if the sacrifice is lost, it seems that it doesn't matter."

Holding the glowing "lamp" tightly in his hand, the red-haired wizard could not hide his excitement.

They held the sacrifice just to contact the child of destiny, and if they could skip the sacrifice to reach the connection, what was the need for the sacrifice?

However, just when he thought he had discovered a big secret, an accident happened.

The memories related to this in his mind began to disappear rapidly!

He had no power to resist, which made him instantly filled with astonishment, and then he forgot why he was astonished!

Everything around him was changing rapidly, the light flickered, the storm turned and surged, and some people who were supposed to be dead came back to life...

"What a fanatical group of people."

The snow covered the ice field in front of him. In the dim environment, Lindsay, who was watching the battle with a monocular, smiled.

"Maybe they are looking forward to replicating the miracle that Caesar encountered before they die?"

He murmured in a teasing tone.

He didn't realize that he had said these words "not long ago".