You call this the mastermind?

Meren is not even 20 years old.

Principal Browning, who has devoted his life to studying life magic, is very sure of this.

That is why, when he realized that he was a top-level strongman, his feeling about this could no longer be described as shocking.

Rather, it was unbelievable.

Even incomprehensible.

Because he could not think of how to make such a young man reach such a level.

This was completely beyond cognition.

Even in the era when the magic tide still existed, there was no similar record.

So he could not sit still at all and ran to stare at the gate of his training ground in person.

Browning was not sure why such a mysterious guy came to Fort Saint Grant.

Considering the issue of the heir and the previous purge of the school's senior management, he even suspected that there was a secret force that wanted to come to the fore.

And Fort Saint Grant was the first prey they were targeting, a transit station?

If this were the case, they would obviously succeed, and even the pirates' attack might be to cooperate with this matter to make the school fully aware of the situation.

But after calming down and thinking about it, he overturned this speculation.

Because many details don't match, such as the previous blood contract, and the fact that the heir never took the initiative to do anything.

But if not, what is the purpose of this Egg Wilson?

Browning couldn't be sure.

So he felt that he had to have a good chat with this person, otherwise it would be difficult to calm down.

...

As time passed, more and more medals were condensed.

As he continued to absorb them into his body, Melen found that he had gradually entered a special state where he could reversely possess a certain range of space around him and control some of the elements in it.

This state was once used by Melen to feed Alyssa with mysterious substances to maintain her vitality in that desolate world.

But now, for some reason, it emerged automatically due to the stimulation of wizard practice.

He also discovered that the seemingly flat and empty training ground was actually covered with dense special runes, on the surface and in the air. At a glance, it was dazzling and numbing.

In the state of possessing the space, he could actually control these things to a certain extent, but it seemed that all of this would affect the whole body, so he didn't dare to mess around.

However, apart from this, there was no other special situation.

As the practice stopped, Melen naturally exited this state.

"Maybe after this stage of practice is completed, there will be some changes related to this kind of space control?"

He took out a pocket watch to check the time and found that only an hour had passed since the start of practice. The process was a bit short, and he didn't feel tired at all.

But this was just a test after all, and it was not appropriate to immerse himself in it.

So Melen pulled his third hand away from the chair under him.

The light that filled the field of vision was instantly condensed, and darkness came again.

And when he stood up and left the chair, the surrounding environment suddenly returned to the normal appearance of a simple round stone house.

Feeling a little strange about this, but thinking that it was impossible to study anything, Melen immediately stepped out of the door.

Then, he saw a group of people, all looking at him.

Most of the people in this group were students of the same age, but they did not all gather at the door, but stood on both sides of the wall of the staircase. While paying attention to Mellen, their eyes always vaguely swept over the figure of a little boy standing at the door.

"Principal Browning?"

Mellen was startled by this, "Why are you here?"

"I have something to ask you, follow me."

The other party responded in a low voice, then ignored the eyes of other people around him, turned around and walked towards the outside of the training spire.

This behavior seems a bit strange?

While following, Mellen glanced at the classmates around him who did not practice well, but ran out to watch the fun, and found that their eyes looking at him were different from before.

"You are definitely not a mixed-blood, right?"

When passing by a young wizard with the same black hair, the other party suddenly whispered this sentence.

The eyes of several people next to him looked at Mellen, and they also looked very complicated.

Mellen was a little puzzled by this, but he did not respond, just glanced at the other party, and left directly.

Then halfway, he learned the general situation of the matter.

"Your wizard talent has plundered all the resources in the lowest area, causing quite a stir."

A black-haired girl was standing quietly beside the corridor, her demeanor was no different from other onlookers, but when she looked at Mellen, a hoarse voice that others could not hear rang out.

"Browning was led here, but it is unlikely that it was just because of his talent."

"Maybe he found something special."

This black-haired girl was the disguise of Mrs. Chelsea. Mellen had been looking for her for a long time before but couldn't find her figure, and didn't want to see her here.

But the occasion was not right at the moment, so on the surface, he just looked at the other party and didn't express anything else.

After leaving the spire, the childlike principal raised his hand and the surrounding environment changed instantly.

From the flat square in front of the entrance to the underground spire, it turned into a bright and quiet meeting room.

"The relationship between you and Isabella Chelsea is not what I thought."

After sitting on a chair, Browning, who had regained his composure, said to Mellen: "She didn't want your strength to be exposed. She told me that she would use loopholes to become the heir, but I didn't expect that you would actually He is a human saint.”

It was obvious that he didn't want to be secretive about his purpose, so he went straight to the point.

Meren was stunned because of this, feeling a little surprised by the exposure of his own strength.

But he wasn't worried about being exposed.

After all, today is different from the past. With the authority of the heir, apart from other places, he at least does not feel that he can be threatened in Fort St. Grant.

"Is my talent fundamentally different from others?"

Mellen asked, sitting opposite the other person.

He hadn't done anything with anyone recently, and the only exposure he could think of was the training test just now.

"There is a difference between human saints and ordinary wizards."

Browning answered simply.

His voice sounded very old and did not match his appearance.

"This kind of difference cannot be noticed by ordinary people, but if you look carefully, you can still detect it."

Meren understood what he said, then shrugged and said: "It's actually nothing if you find out, it will just affect your normal life a little bit."

Browning was a little surprised by these words.

"So, you hide your strength just because you don't want to cause trouble to yourself?"

"Otherwise, is there any conspiracy?"

"So, that heir trial?"

"It's just a coincidence."

Mellen said frankly: "I was actually surprised by this. Before I came here, I didn't even know there was such a thing."

"You came to St. Grant's Castle just to practice?"

"Of course, I just didn't expect there would be so many variables." Browning was speechless after hearing this.

Reason told him that all this could not be so simple.

But when you think about it, this is not simple. It is just that the other party is hiding something. Depending on the situation, what he mentioned on the surface does not seem like a lie.

Moreover, if he really wants to do something, there is no need for the heir to hide anything...

"Trouble may be inevitable."

After a moment of silence, Browning handed Mellen a newspaper on the conference table.

Meren took it and took a look. Some of the content on it made him squint unconsciously.

"Is it a guardian?" Or heir? A brief discussion on the history and secrets of Fort St. Grant"

…

"Mixed-blood wizards become heroes. What does this mean for us?" 》

…

"Who the hell is Iger Wilson?" 》

…

Although the pirate attack has passed, external public opinion is still at an explosive stage.

The people were obviously curious about the cause and process of this incident, and they were even more caught off guard and incomprehensible that Egg Wilson, a young mixed-race man, suddenly became the guardian of Fort St. Grant.

If you don't understand, you will naturally want to find out. The corresponding attention has simply overshadowed the attack on Fort St. Grant itself.

So of course, some sensitive newspapers focused their reports on Egg Wilson, the Guardian, and even the heir.

This is a good thing for Mellen, as his Egg Wilson vest is continuing to evolve as a result.

But this is not without disadvantages,

Because he is too conspicuous, everything about him may be put under the spotlight and magnified for careful investigation.

Especially defeated enemies.

If they want to target Fort St. Grant again, they must first find a way to deal with Mellen, the heir.

Many secrets may be exposed as a result, and if someone wants to threaten, they will definitely target Melen's relatives.

Mellon was actually not afraid of the latter, because Mrs. Chelsea had actually discussed this kind of thing with him before.

Not only are his cheap parents and brother strictly protected, but Mellen's own identity information has also been hidden by the Chelsea family, and traces have even begun to be cleared.

After all, Graham City is the territory of the Chelsea family, and the Chelsea family is the top family in the wizarding world. With this layer of protection, Mellen can basically rest assured.

But don't worry, don't worry. If outsiders continue to investigate like this, I'm afraid there will be a lot of trouble.

"Your background is very mysterious, but since you choose to hide it, it proves that you don't want to expose some of the people behind you."

When Mellen was silent, Principal Browning suddenly said: "Of course, not wanting to be exposed does not mean that you are afraid of being exposed. I can see that you are not yet twenty years old. To be able to become a saint on earth at this age, the people behind you The energy must be amazing.”

"so what?"

Mellen asked with a raised eyebrow.

Considering that a group of school senior officials "voluntarily" resigned not long ago, the person in front of me obviously misunderstood something.

But of course he wouldn't be stupid enough to explain.

"According to the previous agreement, the school will support you in many things."

Browning said: "This type of issue is of course no exception, so later I will tell outside newspapers not to report certain sensitive information."

The previous agreement was actually with the school, not a specific person, and it did not stipulate that Browning, as the principal, should use personal relationships to solve Mellon's troubles.

Mellen was a little surprised.

What surprised him even more was the next few words from the other party.

"At the same time, as long as Fort St. Grant has everything you need, it can be provided unconditionally."

"If you need to do something, you can also leave it to the school. I will set up a secretariat to serve you."

"You put forward other conditions, there should be nothing I cannot agree to. In a sense, you can regard me as your butler. If necessary, I will fully cooperate with you."

"What is the price?"

Merlen couldn't help asking, "Don't you want me to disrupt the normal operation of the school?"

"I don't think a person who hides his own strength in a low profile will use those powers to cause damage unscrupulously."

Browning said: "So when you really use them, I won't stop you, but may help you cover it up."

"But you don't always want nothing?"

Merlen doesn't believe that just by exposing his own strength, he can make the other party so submissive and obedient.

"My conditions are not really conditions for you."

Browning said: "If the magic tide is restarted in the future, I hope you can help us to keep Saint Grant Castle always at the top of the wizard education world."

As the heir, he naturally hopes that this school will prosper as much as possible, and the interests of both parties are mixed together.

But the point of this sentence is actually the magic tide.

"Do you think this is inevitable?"

"The birth of a human saint who is less than 20 years old can actually prove many things."

When he said this, Principal Browning's face was very serious.

"Those things that Fengchen had left in history may appear one after another. If we don't prepare early, we will be completely passive."

...

The secret talks between the two sides were unknown to outsiders.

But the news that Egg Wilson's wizard talent was so strong that even the principal was alarmed quickly spread throughout the school.

"I have long known that Egg's talent is very strong and he can use a formal magic wand during his apprenticeship, but I didn't expect that his talent would be so strong."

In an elegant four-person dormitory at Oak Academy.

The brown-haired girl named Fanny, who had interviewed Mellen, waved her magic wand to move the clothes in the suitcase to the cloakroom, and said to Alyssa not far away: "It is said that with him here, the remaining five people can't practice at all. They can only stand at the door like fools, and even Judson is no exception."

"Really?"

Before Alyssa spoke, a pretty girl with freckles on her face spoke in a surprised tone, "Judson is the second in our freshman trial ranking, and that Egg seems to be only eleventh?"

"Of course it's true, many people have seen it."

Fanny smiled and said: "But few people know that the ranking is actually inaccurate."

"Why?"

"I'll keep it secret for now. When you see the school magazine tonight, you will know why."

"Have you joined the school magazine?"

"Of course, I have long..."

The two girls chatted continuously, and the blonde girl beside them sat absent-mindedly at the head of the bed, wondering what she was thinking.

Fanny brought the topic to her several times, but failed to pull her into the chat, so she finally gave up.

"You know, I suspect Catherine has a twin sister."

She then told her roommate about the last member of the dormitory with a mysterious look on her face, "When I went to register for elective courses just now, I saw someone who looked exactly like her, and was asking how to get to the boys' dormitory."

No surprise, there is another chapter in the evening~