It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

Straw tapped the floor lightly with his cane, relaxing the space that was almost condensed into water.

"Don't get angry, Fred, we have better options."

At this time, a greasy voice came from outside the room, even through the wooden door, it would make people think that its owner was a frivolous guy.

"Indeed, do you have a more suitable candidate than me?"

In the next second, someone unceremoniously kicked open the door of the conference hall, and he attracted everyone's attention so untimely.

It was a fancy-dressed man, he was wearing a dark purple close-fitting tuxedo, with a snow-white fur collar from the left neckline to the side.

The man's left eye wears a gold-wired single-sided spectacle embedded in the eye socket. One end of a lanyard of the same color is tied to the eye decoration, and the other end is connected to the chest pocket.Under the bow tie inlaid with large gems is a fancy rose-shaped brooch.

He holds a carved sunken wood cane in his right hand, and leads a black Scottish terrier in his left hand.

Ella noticed the other's dark gray pupils, and was surprised to find that his appearance was strikingly similar to Fred's, only taller and younger.

What was even more shocking was that behind him were two scantily dressed women, clinging to the man's body as if they had no bones.

The corners of Fred's mouth twitched a few times, curling downward into an ugly smile, and the solid wooden chair twisted and cracked under his body.

"Lucien... tell the whore you brought back out, I don't remember ever allowing you to appear in Faustri in this form."

The man named Lucien shrugged his shoulders as if feeling bored, and handed the slender iron chain and leather handle to one of the women.He turned his head and kissed the other party's neck, and patted the other party's ass.

"Go out and wait for a while, my lovely angels."

He swaggered and sat on the empty seat where Mephisto was seated, turned his head to look at Ling, and let out an exaggerated exclamation.

"You are getting more and more beautiful, my sister who is not related by blood."

"roll."

The latter's answer was simple and rude.

Ella felt her eyelids twitch a few times, resisting the urge to throw the fireball, and took a deep breath.

She felt that she finally understood Schiff's words. Lucien was undoubtedly Fred's eldest son who had never shown himself. At the same time, she also came to the same opinion as the two of them.That Logan who seems to be out of his mind is the one who is suitable to inherit Mephisto, at least relatively so.

"Straw, is this your arrangement?"

Fred looked at his ally unkindly.

"No, my friend, you must believe that it is a mere coincidence."

Straw replied with a smile.

Chapter 8 Descendants

Lucien is Fred's first son, he perfectly inherited his father's appearance and magical talent.

He is a very rare wizard who inherits the bloodline advantages of both parents at the same time.

Lucien is the pride of Fred and Diana, a genius wizard, and the darling of the world.

Such a person would probably be the perfect Mephisto heir, everyone thought so a long time ago.

But such Lucien was dropped out of school by Kraft more than ten years ago.

When the furious Fred found his eldest son, he was using the family's support as piao money, indulging in gambling and alcohol, and lingering in the arms of street girls.

Before Fred knew it, Lucien had already spent a whole year in decadence, and he hardly ever went back to school and family, let alone delved into magic.

Lucien's energy was emptied by wine and sex, and his magic power had regressed to the point where even the youngest freshman in Kraft's middle grade was inferior.

Mephisto's genius has become the most notorious playboy in the wizarding world, a scumbag who pollutes the family, and a worthless waste.

This is not because of any major changes.Or a childhood shadow that can affect a person's life, Lucien's nature is like this.

Compared to magic or family honor, alcohol and sex are much more interesting in his eyes.

Lucien had felt that way from the time he was 14 when he turned into a man in the maid's body.

-

"coincide?"

Fred grinned, looking as if he was going to bite someone's windpipe off.

"It was indeed a coincidence."

Straw Berlusay didn't seem to notice Fred's dangerous expression, and continued:

"Our people found him at a nightclub in Paisley this morning. Lucien did respond to your call, but he arrived a little later. Lucien Mephisto, what do you want to say?"

The flamboyantly dressed Lucien walked towards the front of the long table, and cleared his throat pretentiously:

"In the sense of blood, there is no doubt that I am the most qualified person to join the mission. No one can replace me except the old thing sitting in the seat."

Lucien looked at Logan with a contemptuous attitude, even though the other party could easily break his neck.

"Even you, Logan."

The healthy young man narrowed his eyes, but this time he didn't attack, he just turned his head to look at the burning fireplace.

Lucien was satisfied with his brother's attitude, so he continued naturally in front of everyone:

"This is not just a matter of face for the alliance and other families. According to the records in ancient books, the people you are going to meet place great importance on bloodlines."

"I feel that I am very suitable. After all, you won't care even if I die in that place. Is that right, my respectable father?"

What he said changed the faces of many people. Even Straw, who supported Lucien faintly, frowned. He said in a deep voice:

"Pay attention to your words, even if you don't take yourself seriously, I don't mean to let my heir die."

"Neither have I, respected Your Excellency Belusay. But we can't just consider the best situation in everything. There is the lair of the foul blood, and maybe there are thousands of them. If there is a conflict, I don't know." I don't think anyone can escape alive."

Fred interrupted him, looking up for the first time at the scum he was so ashamed of.

"Even so, you still intend to join the embassy?"

"Yes father."

Lucien shrugged,

"This is quite an important task. Even after my waste is completed, I will get more supporters in the family council, right?"

He made no secret of his purpose, and circled the entire conference hall and Faust Manor with his wrist.

"Everything about Mephisto should belong to me. Even if I don't like it, you can't give it to others casually."

Fred looked at the other person's gray eyes that were the same as his own, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Lucien plus any internal member of the Mephisto family should be equal in status to other members. Do you have any other opinions?"

"no problem."

Straw leaned back in his chair, looking very relaxed.

"no problem."

This is Val Farmigne representing the Albion Brotherhood.

"I didn't care about bloodline status at first, it's a tattered antique that only you pure-blood families talk about."

Adolf muttered, putting his arms on his thighs awkwardly. No matter how he adjusted his posture, he felt a little uncomfortable, because the long table seemed too short for him.

Afterwards, the discussions were only trivial, and the envoys were finally fixed as a team of 50 people, including the attendants and wizards who guarded them.

They have one day to prepare, and the mission will leave at noon tomorrow.

Ella packed up and saluted in the room. She didn't have much to bring, except for a few alchemy props.Ayla brought only a few clothes and two magical codexes she was studying.

"I don't think this operation will be as dangerous as Lucien said, just treat it as a vacation."

As Adolf said, he stuffed some dried bacon into Ella's backpack.

"If those filthy brains have no problems, they probably won't do anything to the envoys. Enoch City might be safer than the outside, at least there won't be people from Kleist there."

Kleist dispatched Meadows and the "memory palace of infinite replication" in Paris, which has touched the bottom line agreed between him and Adolf. This is a very bad omen. Whether the behavior will be more crazy.

Professor Adolf, ashamed of Ella's attack in Paris, feels he hasn't been able to do what Yusef asked.

Looking at the back of the girl who was busy, Adolf remembered some old things.From the time when Ella first entered school, to the earlier time, when he and Yusuf stayed in the underground world before entering Kraft.

This girl is very similar to her teacher, they are very gentle with their friends and even all their relationships, and they are worried that the people they care about will be hurt.But he will always bruise himself all over his body without knowing it.

He felt that maybe he should do more, at least to protect this child who was regarded as his daughter by his old friend. On the other hand, Ella was originally his favorite student over the years.

-

In the headmaster's office on the top floor of Glamis Castle, the hands of the broken brass pocket watch completed half a circle.

Kleist, who fell asleep under this legendary alchemy tool, opened his eyes.Michelle Hebrew had already completed the drug injection for him yesterday morning, and then sat in a chair and waited for a day.

After the disease was suppressed, Kleist spit out an ancient elf word with a somewhat dry throat:

"get well."

His shrunken and damaged limbs under the curse of the disease were regenerated in the next second, and his skin and flesh and blood returned to a complete state.He will no longer be afflicted by the disease for a short period of time before the curse changes again.

Despite this, the old man's body became a little more rickety, and even his teeth showed signs of falling out.

The hour hand of the clock of stagnant time turned six divisions. This time it took five days for Roger to complete the drug configuration, which caused Kleist to lose six years of natural life due to the side effects of alchemy props.

After taking the honey tea from the girl and moistening his throat, Kleist asked calmly:

"You saw her."

The girl nodded, but quickly shook her head again.

"I did confirm the existence of Ella Williams in Paris. She entered the trap we set up in advance, twelve executors and the infinitely replicating memory palace."

She paused,

"But we still failed."

Kleist was slightly surprised, but quickly regained his composure.

"After all, you still have flaws, not completely... Leave the matter to the next Michelle."

"Yes, father."

The girl's voice had no waves, it sounded like a cold rotating mechanical gear.As she said that, her aura began to dissipate, and that unusual ceremony also caused a great burden on her. Although there was nothing abnormal on the surface, the burned part of her body was no less than that of Ayla who suffered the spear of judgment.