You call this the mastermind?

The sky is clear and the air is fresh.

On the lawn of the manor, a group of sparrows were jumping and playing, making bursts of chirping sounds.

Occasionally, two or three of them will flutter their wings and land in the pool under the Angel Fountain not far away to clean their feathers. They appear to be very clean.

In the spacious and gorgeous banquet hall, Mrs. Chelsea was still sitting in the same seat. While looking at the scenery outside the window, she held a cup of ginger tea in her hand, which was said to be able to warm the palace and dispel the cold. She occasionally lowered her head and took a sip.

Next to her, the upright silver-haired old housekeeper was reporting work in a low voice.

"Beyond repeated visits to high-end brothels in the Docklands, Brady left no other clues before committing suicide."

"We had previously suspected that there was a contact of his in the brothel, but after investigation, our people denied this."

"We judge that his behavior was just an indulgence before his death. This can also prove that his suicide was planned for a long time."

"And in Mary's cell, we..."

…

More than a week has passed since Mrs. Chelsea was assassinated by her maid, and what happened during this period seems a bit confusing.

The maid Mary died suddenly in her cell, and the guard captain Brady who was guarding the cell committed suicide at the same time.

There were no suspicious traces left at the scene, as if everything was proceeding according to a plan made by some will.

The investigation was hindered, and the clues about the assassination seemed to be cut off. However, Mrs. Chelsea, the victim, did not show the slightest expression of displeasure, and her face remained calm, as if she had expected this.

"However, after using psychic techniques to carefully sort out Brady's blood relatives, we discovered that he left a 17-year-old illegitimate son in this world."

The housekeeper whispered: "The mother of the illegitimate child is a wizard."

"The illegitimate son inherited his mother's wizard blood?"

The lady turned her head to look at the housekeeper, seeming to be finally interested in his report.

"Yes, he is a mixed race and has joined the "Mixed Race Wizards Rights Protection Association". He is currently receiving preschool education and is preparing to apply to attend Canterbury Wizarding School."

…

The so-called mixed-blood wizards do not refer to the product of the union of wizards of a certain race and wizards of another race, but the children left behind by the union of pure-blood wizards and ordinary people.

This kind of child will most likely be an ordinary person when born, but there is also a small chance of inheriting the blood of a wizard.

As long as a child with wizard blood receives systematic education, he can officially become a wizard who masters extraordinary spells.

But half-blood wizards were not popular.

The mainstream wizarding world is dominated by pure bloods and is very repulsive to mixed bloods.

Some extreme pure-blood families will even secretly and plannedly kill and purge mixed-bloods to prevent "these filthy bastards from polluting the pure and noble wizard class."

However, there are also some wizards who are very dissatisfied with this behavior and have a certain degree of goodwill toward mixed-races.

Isabella Chelsea is one of them.

Therefore, in her territory, Graham City, there are many mixed-race and mixed-race-related organizations active.

The "Mixed-blood Wizards Rights Protection Association" is the most representative of this type of organization.

But now, this organization that was born because of her kind indulgence is vaguely connected to her assassination...

Mrs. Chelsea, who was sitting by the window, lowered her eyes. After thinking for a moment, she sneered.

"A group of hyenas hiding in the gutter and afraid to show up, that's all they can do."

She seemed to have guessed something. Seeing this, the housekeeper asked in a deep voice: "Should we arrest the illegitimate child?"

"Never let your enemies lead you."

Taking a sip of the ginger tea in her hand, she felt a slight warmth rising in her lower abdomen. Mrs. Chelsea, whose blond hair was tied up high, said softly: "Otherwise, it will be easy to fall into the quagmire, covered in stinky clothes, and no benefits will be seen."

"So, what do you mean?"

"What do you think someone wants to do to get rid of me?"

"...sowing dissension?"

"If we really think so, we are playing into the enemy's plot."

As she said this, the lady placed the tea cup in her hand on the low table covered with a white tablecloth in front of her, and pointed to a newspaper next to her.

"We need to think about the whole thing by combining some seemingly unrelated clues."

Under the sunshine outside the window, the newspapers on the table looked quiet.

However, they are actually not ordinary, because the pictures of the various sections above can move.

Including but not limited to the wanted criminal's head showing a ferocious expression.

The practical effects of a wizard inventor's latest spell creation.

When some high-level wizards gathered together, the photos taken showed a lively scene...

The front page headline of this newspaper showed a group of mysterious people wearing black coats, carrying suitcases, and wearing various masks on their faces hurriedly passing by on a street.

The matching title was deliberately bolded several times——

[Truth believers from all over the world gather in Newn County, Blackthorn Kingdom. Is this a sign of disaster? Or a chaotic prologue? 】

…

Newne County is the area where Graham City is located, or in other words, Graham City is the core of Newne County.

"What are these lunatics going to do..."

Seeing this, the butler's face became very solemn.

Because he was responsible for relatively mundane matters under his wife's command, he paid little attention to information about the wizard class.

At this moment, I was caught off guard when I saw the news, and I immediately felt a pressure coming.     Among the wizards around the world, no one would think that the group of truth believers were normal people, because they acted crazy and often violated common sense.

But at the same time, no one dared to underestimate them, because they were very vengeful and would not stop until they died.

"This is exactly the direction we need to focus on investigating next."

The lady said indifferently: "So, do you understand what to do next?"

The housekeeper nodded silently, and then asked in a low voice, "Then, the matter of the Half-Blood Wizard Rights Protection Association... just let it go?"

"No, although it is not the focus, it can still be investigated a little."

Having said so, the lady changed the subject, "Your little grandson has reached the age to apply for admission to the wizard school, right?"

"Yes," the housekeeper replied hurriedly, "He should be enrolled in Saint Grant Castle in the same batch as the young lady."

"Although the teaching quality of Saint Grant Castle is top-notch in the entire wizard education industry, it does not do well in the practice of students."

Mrs. Chelsea said softly: "If you are willing, you can ask your little grandson to help me with this."

"It's his honor!"

The housekeeper answered immediately, with a calm tone, but a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

Obviously, the meaning behind this sentence is not simple.

"Oh, right,"

As if she had thought of something, the lady who picked up the ginger tea cup again suddenly asked, "How is your investigation of Mellen?"

...

The meeting more than a week ago made Mrs. Chelsea feel confused.

So that night she ordered her subordinates to re-investigate Mellen.

But compared to other things, this matter was not important, so she didn't pay much attention to it.

Now that she mentioned the housekeeper's grandchildren, she thought of the little guy.

However, what she didn't expect was that after she finished speaking, a hint of embarrassment flashed across the housekeeper's face.

"Mr. Mellen Gilbert's family is no different from the results of our last investigation, but the tracking of his personal whereabouts is..."

"Huh?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am, our people lost him."

Lost?

The lady's face flashed with surprise when she heard this, "You mean, he has left Graham?"

"Yes,"

The butler nodded, "The day after meeting you, he distributed all his property to some poor people for some reason, and then went to the small town of Smedley in the suburbs two days later."

"Then, he forged a false identity through some people there, and took an airship to Hayden City in Fran County, and then our people..."

The butler felt very embarrassed when he said this.

Because he clearly remembered that the last time Mellen went to the train station to leave the city, they tracked his location without much effort, and gave him a very effective warning.

However, it was only a few days, and they couldn't grasp the whereabouts of the little guy...

Although they didn't send top masters to track because it was not a very important matter, but relatively speaking, the group of people who followed Mellen were also very powerful elites in the eyes of others.

After all, they didn't look down on too low-level people.

But now...

"It's not your fault."

Mrs. Chelsea was thoughtful, but didn't explain much.

After waving her hand to signal the butler to leave, she couldn't help but ponder this matter.

The Sun Knight Breathing Method that she gave to Mellen was not a simple breathing method, but the core secret of the ancient Sun God Church.

As long as you get started, the overall quality of the practitioner will be significantly improved, and the perception of the surrounding environment will be much stronger than that of normal people.

Especially when standing in the sun, the perception of a knight who has just started breathing can even be compared to that of a formal wizard.

So it is not difficult to understand that her people lost the target.

But how is this possible?

Although the effect of the breathing method is very significant after getting started, it is much more difficult to practice than other breathing methods.

According to the records of the Sun God Church, the average time for knights who practice this breathing method to get started is one year.

The most talented will not be less than one month.

But Mellen...

Just thinking about it, the butler who left before hurried back, with a look of relief on his face.

"Madam, according to our men, our people have recently regained control of Mr. Mellen Gilbert's whereabouts."

What a coincidence...

Mrs. Chelsea was stunned when she heard this, and then asked with interest: "Where is he?"

"He is currently taking an airship from Hayden City, heading back to Graham."