You call this the mastermind?

The well-sealed secret room was not dark, and the light from the surrounding metal walls made everything here very clear.

So Melen could clearly see that when Mrs. Chelsea, who was spreading her golden hair in front of her, looked at him, her face gradually showed anger.

Her white and elegant fingers were tightly holding a bundle of special ropes in her hands, with prominent joints and very strong.

Melen did not care about her reaction. After noticing the abnormality, he decisively took the small cup of golden liquid on the laboratory table beside him.

Then he took a few steps back, stared at the other party cautiously, and prepared to take action at any time.

However, things obviously had not reached this point yet.

The sudden strange look lasted less than five or six seconds. After a trance, the familiar tone of the lady sounded again.

"Hurry up, I can't hold her down!"

Although he was not sure that the person in front of him was really his teacher, Melen did not hesitate after hearing the words.

After responding to the call, he grabbed the other person's waist with his arms and threw him onto the hard bed not far away, then took the rope and quickly tied him up in a big letter shape.

This posture was not very elegant, and Mellen's binding force was very tight, even making the lady's delicate skin red.

However, the other party did not resist at all during the period, and always stared at Mellen's face in a trance, with his eyes flickering, as if two wills were entangled and changing back and forth.

This state did not disappear until the end of the binding, but continued all the time.

So Mellen could only sit by and wait quietly for a while, staring at the blonde lady who was tied to the bed and wearing only a thin black nightgown, and he was worried in his heart.

The teacher was still talking a moment ago, and then he was replaced by another will without any warning.

This situation proves that the connection between the two parties must be very close, even to the point where it is difficult to detect.

Such a state does not seem to be a good phenomenon...

Time passed slowly, and the interior of the secret room full of concealment was relatively calm.

But at the same time, the outside world suddenly changed.

When Mellen tied Mrs. Chelsea to the bed, a large number of dark clouds began to slowly gather in the originally cloudless sky.

In just over ten minutes, the originally bright sky became overcast.

The light sea breeze turned into a howling gale, and the calm sea surface began to surge, causing the ships anchored in the dock area to shake violently.

Such a sudden change in climate was obviously not formed naturally, and the city outside Fort Saint Grant rang a rapid bell. The large number of wizards who gathered here because of the start of school today were full of surprise.

Some well-informed people who had heard about the invasion of foreign enemies from the school before thought that this might be some kind of big move by the enemy.

So their faces changed drastically, and they hurriedly looked for places to hide, or organized people, and prepared for a difficult resistance.

However, before the enemy appeared in their sight, a large amount of white light suddenly bloomed from the depths of the dark clouds covering the sky, emerging from the gaps in the sea of ​​clouds, and swaying on the ocean and the islands, immersing everything in a bright and beautiful light, like the dawn.

Along with this light, there was a faint chant, ethereal and sacred, filling the ears of everyone in the nearby sea, making those people with different thoughts feel a sense of peace and tranquility inexplicably.

"This is..."

In the sea not too far from the island where Fort Saint Grant is located, a multi-masted sailing ship that looks a bit old and dilapidated is sailing quietly, and the first mate holding the rudder with one hand on the deck is stunned.

Then he hurriedly took out a monocular telescope and looked at the dark clouds in the sky.

A square portal with a lot of white light inside, which existed quietly in the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, came into view, majestic and vast, like the gate to heaven.

"What is this?"

The first mate was stunned.

He was about to drive the ship to Fort Saint Grant to cooperate with others in the invasion plan, so he was very sensitive to the slightest movement around him.

The sudden change in climate before had already made him alert, and he thought that the wizards in Fort Saint Grant were performing some large-scale forbidden magic.

And what he saw now made him suddenly doubt whether his actions could go smoothly.

Although he only saw a door, the feeling that the door gave him was so deep and mysterious that it was inexplicably awe-inspiring.

Like an ant looking up at a giant, his hand holding the telescope even trembled unconsciously.

"Cole, General Reynolds asked why you stopped suddenly - what are you doing?"

When the first mate was in a daze, a wet head suddenly broke out of the water on the sea surface under the dilapidated sailboat. After seeing that the man on the deck was in a daze, he couldn't help but yelled angrily.

"Don't waste time, you idiot! If you delay, be careful that those guys below will tear you to pieces!"

"Right away, right away."

The first mate named Cole responded subconsciously.

But when he came to his senses, he did not signal the crew behind him to continue sailing, but took out the secret book and contacted William Pantolia who was on the island.

"Why do I feel something is wrong, Captain?"

"Your feeling is right."

The other person replied: "An heir was born inexplicably at Fort St. Grant."

"Heir?"

The first mate had never heard of such a thing, so he was confused, "Is it related to the current change?"

"Not sure, but don't worry too much, our allies claim to have a way to deal with him."

"So the operation still goes according to the original plan?"

"Wait a minute."

"But Reynolds is urging me."

"Quickly appease him first. It won't take long for the allies."

Behind these words, there was sufficient trust and confidence in that ally, but the first officer felt a little embarrassed when he saw this.

"appease……"

He muttered this word and stuck his head out of the deck to look at the dark sea below. He could see dense "humanoid fish schools" passing quickly.

That is the army organized by the deep sea race.

With such an impatient look, how could he be comforted by just being comforted?

"I hope the ally will deal with the so-called heir as soon as possible. If we delay for a long time, these people below will not be honest and obedient."

The first mate sighed at this.

But they never imagined that their vital ally was currently imprisoned in a tiny frost cage that was no bigger than a palm.

What he didn't even expect was when the golden light broke through the dark clouds and there were sacred chants floating around.

No matter how some people outside acted, the leader of the Scarlet Cross, who had always kept his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and looked up towards the sky, full of horror.

"This, how is this possible?!"

His reaction made some people surrounding the pocket cage quite wary, thinking that this man was unwilling to be imprisoned and was planning to do something.

However, apart from the initial change in expression that seemed to be unbearable, this "pocket villain" wearing a tattered black robe and a conspicuous hook nose had already closed his eyes, his expression returned to calm, and he looked like he was fine .

However, no one knows that his heart is actually full of turbulence right now.

In the previous secret communication with the heir of St. Grant's Fort, most of what he said was actually true. Even the fact that Isabella Chelsea was a leader was also true.

But what he said was not complete.

Isabella Chelsea, or the Holy Spirit behind Isabella, was not just his leader. Rather, it is the Holy Spirit, one of the nominal heads.

There are three demon kings in hell, and there are also three judges in heaven.

The one behind Isabella is one of them.

She is very powerful and has a long list of titles, such as Guardian of Heaven, Daughter of the Dawn, Nemesis of the Devil, Pure One, Lord of the Sun, Conqueror of the Dragons...

Even in ancient times, she took the lead in establishing the Church of the Sun God that controlled half of the world.

Therefore, it can be said that regardless of fame or power, she is the top existence in the Kingdom of Heaven and is deeply respected and worshiped by the Holy Spirits.

However, as I said to the heir before, even in the holy kingdom of heaven, there are factions.

The leader of the Scarlet Cross belongs to a faction that is not on the same side as "Isabella", and even has deep conflicts.

Therefore, the words he mentioned to the heir before were indeed threatening the other party with the subject consciousness.

In his expectation, as a student's heir, he would definitely care about the state of his teacher Isabella after she awakens, and whether she can retain her independent thinking.

And as long as the heir asks him about it, he can rely on it to find an opportunity to escape from Fort St. Grant——

Although it is actually impossible to retain independent thinking, the heir himself will not know this, and he will gain room for negotiation.

However, the idea was great, but what actually happened was something he didn't expect.

Others didn't know about this sudden abnormality, but he, the Holy Spirit, knew exactly what it was because of -

Only when one of the three presiding judges who can represent the Kingdom of Heaven begins to awaken, will the projection of the Eternal Gate emerge as if by induction!

The only one nearby right now could be Isabella.

But he simply didn't understand why this happened.

Ordinarily the Holy Spirit wants to awaken the subject's consciousness, and there is a chance of doing so as long as the reincarnated body is on the verge of death.

But it is not that simple for the powerful Holy Spirit to awaken the subjective consciousness.

As the king of the Holy Spirits, "Isabella" is of course the strongest among them. Logically speaking, a Holy Spirit of this level can only awaken after the demonic tide is officially restarted.

How come you are recovering now?

This question made the leader panic.

He couldn't figure this out, but he knew clearly that if the other person who woke up was really aware of his existence and some of the things he had done before, then he would definitely have no way to survive!

So he hurriedly contacted the heir of Fort St. Grant, hoping to use other methods to persuade the other party to let him go.

The results were disappointing.

No matter what he said, there was no response from the other party, as if nothing had happened.

The leader's heart sank to the bottom.

…

Of course, Melen had no time to pay attention to outside matters, because when the sacred light outside spread to the earth, a gaze full of majesty and scrutiny was already looking at him.

Although the owner of her eyes was tied to the bed in a very inelegant posture, half-covered by a thin black nightgown, and even a little ecstatic, this did not hinder her expression at the moment, as if she could dominate everything around her.

Meren, who was sitting by the bed and should have been in control, looked like an old farmer who came to see the empress of the empire. He was naturally much shorter than the other party.

This made him feel uncomfortable, especially when the other party was in this state and occupied his teacher's body.

He didn't know who this person was, and of course he couldn't be in awe of her.

So seeing that she didn't mean to speak for a while, Melen suddenly said, "I think you should know about our purpose?"

The look in her eyes when she looked at him before could actually explain a lot of problems, so he asked this question.

However, after these words fell, the other party's expression did not change. Instead, he calmly withdrew his gaze from Melen, closed his eyes, and rested as if no one was around.

This may be because he had just woken up and was adapting to some kind of situation.

However, as the ignored party, Melen had no intention of understanding what this person was in.

After squinting his eyes, he suddenly said: "Most of the saliva in the human mouth is water, and a small part of it contains a digestive enzyme called salivary amylase, which can decompose the bacteria in the mouth and keep the normal mouth in a healthy state."

This sounded very strange, but the blonde lady with her eyes closed changed her expression slightly. When she opened her eyes again and looked at the black-haired boy next to her, her anger reappeared.

Because she could actually clearly feel that there was something abnormal in her lips and mouth.

"This digestive enzyme is colorless and tasteless when it is not exposed to the air."

Merlen ignored the other party's expression at the moment and continued: "But as long as it is exposed to the air and evaporates, it will emit a smell, which is stinky and very unpleasant."

In fact, this is just a characteristic of ordinary people. The saliva in the mouths of the two people whose life constitutions have long been out of the ordinary cannot be said to be sweet, but there will be no other strange smell.

However, the point of Mellen's saying these things is not to popularize science to the other party, but to make the other party clearly aware of, and even clearly feel the residue of what both parties had done before.

This trick is actually a bit disgusting, especially for a "stranger".

But the effect is surprisingly good.

"You are very special."

The "Madam" on the bed finally spoke.

Her face, covered by messy blonde hair, had a trace of anger, but her tone was very calm.

"No human is qualified to absorb the blood of the Holy Spirit, and no one can condense a little weak blood after absorbing it."

Her voice was hoarse, slightly different from the original Mrs. Chelsea, but her expression when she spoke was similar to that of the Madam.

"I know I am special, but I think this is not the point of our current discussion."

Mellen said: "As for what the point is, I think there is no need to say more."

Making a move is just the last trump card. Before that, it is actually best not to do things to the extreme.

At the same time, Mellen felt that the other party might choose to compromise after realizing the determination of the two and what they were going to do, as the teacher expected.

After all, how could a Holy Spirit be willing to be insulted like that?

Unfortunately, the other party's reaction made him a little "disappointed".

"What you did was in vain."

The plain words came out of the "Madam"'s mouth, her demeanor and appearance were familiar, but her voice was full of alienation.

"She is my derivative, this can't be changed at all, and the fate that awaits her will only be to merge with me."

"So, there is no way?"

Melen frowned and asked.

The other party did not answer, but turned his head away and stopped looking at him, as if he disdained to lie to him.

Melen felt a little heavy in his heart.

But he did not give up hope, but after taking a deep breath, he stood up and began to untie his belt.

After the rustling sound, there was a dull sound of cloth falling to the ground, and the blonde lady who was tied to the bed in a big letter shape jumped her eyelids.

Then, when she felt her nightgown being lifted up and the other person approaching, she finally couldn't help but speak again.

"There is a way, but it requires you--"

She suddenly paused, and then her face turned angry, but she couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.