You call this a black hand?

The decoration in the living room is very classical. An oval mirror with a silver frame hangs next to a pastoral oil painting. There is also a beautiful pot of carnations placed on the cabinet below.

Looking at the stern-looking blonde lady in the smooth mirror, Mellen was a little surprised.

It is not surprising that the other party knows the existence of the ball. Although there is no one else around when it is exposed, this situation can be hidden from others, but it may not be hidden from a Holy Spirit.

And she saw that her troubles had been relieved, which was also normal. After all, there was a clear difference between absorbing the mysterious substance and not absorbing the mysterious substance.

However, how can this person be so sure that the future troubles will be solved because of the ball?

Doubtful in his heart, Melen nodded calmly on the surface.

"That's right."

In any case, the other party has already seen it, and there is obviously no need to hide it now.

However, seeing him like this, the Holy Spirit hesitated for a moment, but then he spoke.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's a seed."

"seed?"

"The Seed of the World."

She said in a low tone: "Heaven and Hell were originally grown from such seeds."

Heaven and hell?

Mellen was surprised by these words.

The space within the sphere can indeed continue to increase with practice, which he has discovered before during his practice.

But he had never thought about being able to grow into a "world".

From the fact that he named this thing Domain, he knew that he had no expectations for it.

Because this "field" is too simple, and there is nothing powerful that makes up it.

How could it possibly have the potential to grow into a world?

At most it's a "copy".

"However, normally speaking, with your current conditions, it is impossible to brew the seed of the world."

The Holy Spirit in the mirror also raised this question, staring closely at Mellen, as if wanting to see something from his appearance.

"How on earth did you do that?"

"I'm not sure, but did you admit your mistake?"

Mellen asked rhetorically.

"I won't admit my mistake."

The other party shook his head, "I have seen this thing before, and although Alfred's tidal mist is not a demonic tide, it is not much different from the demonic tide. If it is just pure space, it is impossible to accommodate or even absorb them."

"Alfredo?"

"That's the guy you trapped."

At this point, she paused, "He was once a demon king. After the demonic tide receded, he fell from the throne. Although his strength was not the same, he still had control over the abyss, so he could barely use the tide.

Mist.”

Just listening to these words, Mellen obviously couldn't figure out what was going on.

However, as the words continued, Mrs. Chelsea, who was sitting next to him, handed him a piece of paper full of words, with some explanations of the situation on it.

Including the circumstances surrounding the summoning of the mysterious knight last night, including the identity of the mysterious knight who may be the Lord of Dawn.

Mellen was stunned by this.

In fact, although the Holy Spirit went to find him last night, he did not say why he suddenly went to him.

Apart from exchanging a secret, the two parties did not talk about anything else.

Now that he saw this piece of paper, he suddenly understood.

However, unlike his wife, when he saw that the Holy Spirit could follow a certain connection to detect the summoned target, Mellen's mind suddenly moved and he suspected that his mysterious knight's vest had been exposed.

Even the strange question last night might have been a deliberate test by the other party.

"But I am obviously not the so-called Lord of Dawn, and it is impossible for this guy to believe that I am the Lord of Dawn."

Looking up at the blond lady who was quietly observing him in the mirror, Meren said: "Let's not talk about the seed of the world for now. Regarding this demon king, do you think I should let him go?"

This is almost like asking if the devil is your ally.

Mrs. Chelsea suspected that Alfred was summoned by the Holy Spirit, and Mellon certainly had this suspicion as well.

Otherwise, how could the timing be so coincidental?

"You'd better lock him up."

What the Holy Spirit said was somewhat unexpected, "About the seed of the world in you, you must not expose it at all, otherwise you will be in trouble."

"Can this thing still be robbed?"

Meren, who was able to control his domain freely, raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

"I don't know, but it is certain that I will be coveted."

She replied in a serious tone: "Very few people know about this kind of treasure, but everyone is not easy to mess with."

"That's it..."

Mellen nodded thoughtfully.

Because it was easy to get, he had never thought this field was so valuable before. Now that he sees the other party being so cautious, he certainly won't take it seriously.

But, when did the relationship between the two parties reach this level?

Mellen was surprised by this.

After he saw it, it was already surprising that this Holy Spirit did not cause trouble for him, but now he was kind enough to remind him?

Others would covet her, wouldn’t she?

Or, by saying this, he just let himself relax his vigilance towards her for the sake of future affairs?

But if that were the case, there would be no need for her to remind herself of the preciousness of this field.

And last night, she also told such a secret...

Turning his head to look at Mrs. Chelsea, who had been listening silently, he found that her expression was also very serious at this time.

Those deep green eyes were also looking at Melen, full of worry.

Feeling the care without any distracting thoughts, Mellen couldn't help but move closer and kiss the lady's graceful lips.

The familiar yet seductive aura hit her face, and the lady shuddered, but she didn't resist.

But when she discovered that someone wanted to push her teeth further, she suddenly raised her arms and pressed his head into her arms to prevent him from continuing to cause trouble.

"Speaking of business, what are you doing? It's too outrageous!"

She seemed a little unhappy.

"You have to help me, teacher."

Meren ignored whether the other party was really displeased. Instead, he pretended to be frightened and said: "You can't even mess with her, so how strong can you be?"

"Before the demonic tide restarts, no matter how strong you are, there is a limit."

The lady replied, but then couldn't help but glare at Mellen.

Because while she was talking, this guy actually stayed in her arms and refused to leave, and even played with her fingers dishonestly.

I don’t know if this is showing an indifferent attitude in front of the Holy Spirit, or if I don’t take it seriously at all.

Or is it just...simply taking advantage of others?

The actions between the two were so blatant that they completely forgot that there was a third party here.

Watching all this, the face of the "Mrs." in the mirror darkened obviously.

Although she did have the intention to match up these two guys, it was not such a matchmaking method.

We were talking about business here, but out of nowhere, the other side started kissing me and I got up?

This is not taking yourself seriously at all!

"Normally speaking, there is really no need to be too vigilant before the demonic tide, especially with the identity of the heir to Fort St. Grant as protection."

Seeing the black-haired boy nuzzling in her teacher's arms, obviously not intending to say anything, she gritted her teeth and continued: "But have you forgotten the fountain of heaven?"

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