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"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 it was talking and handed a report to Mellen, 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."

Now that she is in the office and not acting like a cousin, this young woman now speaks in a very formal tone. In the past, she whispered to Mellen in private, "How is it in the office?" Now here, it doesn't show up at all.

"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 the lady's body.

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

"It is 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, such as 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 the moment, it's not certain yet."

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

She hesitated a little when she said this.

"Have you contacted that sleeping being?"

Mellen knew what she wanted 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."

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

But for Mellen, whether there are risks 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 Mellen, 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 Blackmore. Today I have to deal with all the old stubborns in the clan. It's really annoying..."

It didn't actually take much energy to deal with the clan members, but using the seeds to channel her spirit 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.

"Blackmore?"

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 other things, it is easy to find a private venue.

There are actually many venues similar to the secret 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 styled into a dignified hairstyle always had a heroic demeanor in her demeanor, but this time she slept, she looked very weak, with her cheek pressed against the table, and her red lips became fleshy due to being squeezed.

Even a little naive.

I don’t know if she was really tired, or she was afraid that Mellen would become more dishonest if she started to take action, so she started to pretend to be asleep.

Or is he deliberately trying to seduce?

"He's really like a little kid."

Mellen touched her smooth side face with pity, and had no intention of doing anything. Instead, he walked back to the desk without leaving, sat down and read a book by himself.

But his thoughts have already drifted to the topic that the two parties just discussed.

Inexplicably, he became involved with himself, a sleeping existence...

what exactly is it?

"Fate has not changed."

Looking at the book in his hand, Mellen realized something.

"So that means that if you conduct experiments on this at night, you will either find nothing or there will be no harm."

…

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

Here, Mellen is staying in Juliana's office and meditating. Over there, Mrs. Chelsea, who is in a secret cabin, is glancing at an oval mirror not far away.

She looks dignified and holy in the mirror, and looks extremely stunning in beauty.

But the expression is not that pretty.

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

"Lord of Dawn, daughter of Dawn, what are these if they are not father and daughter?"

"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 "Mrs." in the mirror replied angrily.

"Don't always blame me for your human condition."

"But, everyone says you are father and daughter."

"Who is everyone?"

The lady did not speak, but gently pointed to a book on the coffee table, which was one of the materials related to the Holy Spirit that she had collected before.

"It's just a collection of rumors. Don't think that the contents in it are true."

The Holy Spirit in the mirror snorted coldly.

"Besides, I made it clear to you that the purpose of finding that knight was not just for you to arrange for me."

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

the lady asked thoughtfully.

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