You call this a black hand?

The so-called Hidden Temple is not within the jurisdiction of Fort St. Grant, but it is still located on the campus.

Therefore, even though the person who was subjected to several restrictions by Melen was not hindered at all at the time, when he quietly obtained an item in a sealed box and left the temple, he was instantly restricted.

Can't go any further.

But Mellen didn't pay much attention to this person.

It’s not that we don’t pay attention to it, but because as the thick fog spreads around us, a new abnormal phenomenon occurs again——

His sphere-like domain began to crazily absorb thick fog from all directions!

Everything like the turbulence caused a tornado to blow nearby. The ball at the core has been thrown to the end of the field of vision by Meren to avoid affecting himself. However, as the master of the lord, he can clearly know everything in the ball.

We are experiencing severe turmoil now.

This is not a good change, but the scorching energy that was not too strong in the first place is rapidly increasing.

It's like pouring gasoline on a raging fire!

"What is that thing?"

Seeing the thick fog tornado in the distance becoming more and more intense, causing chaos in the surrounding environment, the black-haired girl next to her couldn't help but ask.

Mellen glanced at her sideways but didn't respond.

This made the other party's face darken and his tone was full of sadness.

"That's right. I'm actually not qualified to ask you this question."

"I think it's better for you to just tell me if there's anything you need."

Seeing the pitiful look on her face, Meren couldn't help curling his lips, "You don't even care about your daughter. You don't seem to be an emotional person."

Although these words are sarcastic, they are not vicious.

However, after hearing this, the nun who maintained the disguise looked like a she-cat with a hairy coat. The sadness on her face disappeared, and instead she became angry.

"She wasn't born out of my tenth month of pregnancy, so where does the emotion come from?!"

"And you are a dead eunuch, how can you have the ability to give birth to—"

The angry voice stopped abruptly in the middle, and the red color on his face due to anger also quickly faded.

She seemed to have come back to her senses and realized that Mellen was not her husband.

"Forget it, just think whatever you want."

As she spoke, she bent over and lay on the ground regardless of her appearance, looking at the dim sky obscured by thick fog, and said in a self-deprecating tone: "I am just a tool, useless. I was thrown aside, but I deserved my fate."

.”

"What's the meaning?"

Mellen frowned when he heard this, "Are you talking about me?"

"It's nothing, don't get me wrong." The other party said lazily: "It has nothing to do with you."

If it really has nothing to do with me, what did you do when you came back just now?

Mellen was confused.

Now he is a little confused about what is going on with this person.

Because of Alyssa, Melen was very happy to see the nun think that he had amnesia, and even thought about taking advantage of this to get closer, and then find an opportunity to let the other person take on the responsibilities and obligations that a mother should have, that is, to replace Ai

Lisa bears the hidden dangers of bloodline.

But now, before he could do anything, the person in front of him had this inexplicable attitude...

"Why did you think I was your husband before?"

The surrounding fog covers a wide area, like a ghost hitting a wall. Although it is being absorbed by the field and has a tendency to become thinner, it cannot be separated in a short period of time.

Meren simply sat next to her and couldn't help but ask.

This is a question he has never figured out.

"That's what I saw."

The person holding the back of his head with his hands and looking at the sky said in an ordinary tone: "You have his shadow on you."

shadow?

This statement made Melen a little surprised, and then he suddenly thought that he did have Anthony's vest, and even the first person to transform after receiving the bloodline of the false Holy Spirit was Anthony.

Is it related to this?

"Then why don't you think I am now?"

he asked instead.

"I've found him."

"Where?"

"Dead."

"..."

"But it doesn't matter, I found out that he actually doesn't like me at all."

After glancing sideways at Meren, who was sitting next to him, the man sneered and said, "Actually, I should have thought of it earlier, but it's a pity that I was blinded by lard."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Mellen frowned and asked, "Is it related to the Rubik's Cube?"

He didn't sympathize with the other person's "broken love", but if Anthony was really a scumbag, it would be difficult for him to use this to deceive this person.

Moreover, although this person said that her husband was dead, his attitude made it seem like he regarded himself as this scumbag?

It's so pitiful that he hasn't done anything yet!

"Mind your own business."

It's a pity that the nun didn't want to say more, and said calmly: "You also said that we are enemies. Since we are enemies, how can we have friendship here to chat?"

"If you say that, will I arrest you?"

"casual."

Mellen sighed after hearing this, feeling that the other party had become inexplicably sluggish.

So he didn't bother to say anything more, so he took out a bundle of red rope and tied the other party tightly with three strokes, five divided by two.

"you--"

The other party didn't struggle, but when he looked at Mellen, his eyes were widened and full of astonishment, "Are you really serious?"

"Didn't you say casually?"

Mellen said without changing his expression: "Since we are enemies, how can you have the confidence to think that I dare not take action?"

The red rope was used to bind Mrs. Chelsea during the original torture. It has the ability to hinder spellcasting and restrict movement.

So now that I'm tied up, I'm really tied up, not just for fun.

Mellen decided to lock the other party for a while and ask what was going on. Otherwise, just listening to the other party's words would always make him feel confused.

And if he can't ask, then he may consider using a mental illness like Stockholm Syndrome to make the other party submit.

It’s better not to let her go, otherwise she will disappear and Meren won’t be able to find her. If troubles with Alyssa’s bloodline really surface and a nun can’t be found to solve it, wouldn’t it mean that the girl should be married off?

Kevin?

He didn't feel much about this before, but now, Mellen felt that if he really wanted to do this, his forehead would seem to be a little green.

"But you don't have to worry too much. I just want to ask you something. I won't do anything to you, let alone kill you."

He made a plan in his heart, but on the surface he comforted the other party who looked sad and angry.

"…Fuck you!"

The nun, whose face turned red because of this, suddenly yelled, "If you want to use me as a tool, just say so, there's no need to show off, it's simply disgusting!"

"tool?"

This was the second time Mellen heard this word from the other party. He was not angry at being scolded, "Why do you say that?"

"You understand why."

She replied with a sneer, looking at Melen with a look full of sadness, "I have fallen into your hands in this life."

What the hell are you talking about?

Mellen was deeply baffled by this.

But unfortunately, no matter how he asked next, the other party never answered. He just turned his head away with a stubborn look on his face.

In addition, some abnormalities suddenly appeared on the surface in front of him, so Mellen had no time to pay attention to the prisoner for the time being.

The abnormality originated from the land, and a line of text appeared on the surface——

[Release me, otherwise the tidal fog will burst the entire Fort St. Grant.]

Exploded?

Mellen raised an eyebrow at this.

I used my authority to take a look at a prisoner who was imprisoned, and found that the other person's expression was calm and composed at the moment, full of the temperament of a master, and not at all nervous about being detained.

So he looked at the spherical field in the distance that was frantically absorbing the dense fog nearby, as well as the increasingly sparse fog around him, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Is this because the other party has not started to formally exert force?

Or is he absorbing this field too quickly?

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