You call this the mastermind?

Compared with the undercurrent of the Ernest family, Chelsea Manor can be said to be peaceful and peaceful, with a pleasant atmosphere.

At this time, the sky was already very dark, and the white moon hung high among the stars. The large swath of moonlight cast down on the manor lawn and made it hazy.

"Guess who will be the unlucky guy tonight?"

A voice sounded from the glass window at the end of the lawn, slightly sharp, and it sounded mean.

However, what she said at this moment was not harsh at all, but full of schadenfreude.

"Last time the poor guy was shocked when he found out he was a man."

The owner of the voice was a middle-aged woman who looked very sharp, sitting in the living room near the lawn.

Wearing a gray lady's formal suit, her short hair is not in line with the "fashion trends" of this era at all, but instead gives off a tough temperament for no reason.

She was Jim's mother, Susan Corian Ernest.

Mrs. Chelsea was sitting opposite Susan at this time, with a calm expression, but the response in her mouth was full of gossip:

"Do you really not care about this kind of thing?"

"I've already divorced him, so what do I care about?"

"I don't believe that the little girl who was thinking about him back then has now lost her way."

"You don't understand this, don't you? After a long time, you will get tired of this person no matter how much you like him, not to mention he has that kind of disgusting habit - that's right."

The tough woman suddenly changed the subject and asked, "How are those lunatics from the Truth Religion doing now?"

"I used the deductive channeling method in the morning to find out. The purpose of their gathering this time seems to be to arrange a ceremony that allows them to have a dialogue with the so-called Son of Destiny."

Mrs. Chelsea said thoughtfully: "The more people we can recruit, the more likely they are to succeed."

"Deductive psychic?"

Susan was stunned when she heard this, "For such a complicated psychic technique, you actually collected all the materials in such a short time?"

She didn't ask about the Child of Destiny, because except for the lunatics of the Truth Cult, almost no one in the entire wizarding world believed in that stuff and didn't bother to ask.

"It's okay. As long as you can afford it, you can find anything quickly."

"But how much will that cost?"

"No matter how much money you have, you must use it. You can't just keep running around like a headless fly."

As she said this, a flash of confusion flashed across Mrs. Chelsea's eyebrows, "But the result is that they didn't mean to cause trouble for me..."

"What did you think of?"

"It's nothing, maybe I'm thinking too much."

The lady shook her head.

She had previously judged that her assassination was related to the gathering of the group of truth believers, and that there must be some deeper secret behind it.

Although the obvious clues pointed to the mixed-race association in Graham City, she believed that what happened within that organization should not be the focus of the whole matter.

So although she placed a young apprentice in the association, most of her energy was still focused on guarding against that group of lunatics.

Or to be prepared for something the lunatics are about to do.

However, if those lunatics had no intention of causing trouble for her, what they did had nothing to do with her assassination.

Then her previous judgment may have completely missed the point...

"Perhaps the person behind the scenes chose this time to do it, just to make me focus on the group of truth believers, so that I have no time to pay attention to some more important things?"

The thought crossed her mind, leaving Mrs. Chelsea speechless.

If that's the case, she's clearly fallen into the trap now.

But what could be the more important thing?

Is it really about the mixed-race association?

What big trouble can a group of mixed-race people cause?

While thinking about it, the book of secret words suddenly flashed. Madam opened it and looked at it, her expression changed.

"What's wrong?"

Susan, who was sitting opposite her, was a little surprised to see this.

The good friend in front of me has always had an indifferent temperament. In the past, even when facing life and death situations, he basically looked nonchalant.

Why did your expression suddenly change now?

Mrs. Chelsea did not speak, but spread out her book of secret words for the other party to see.

"When did you take on a young apprentice?"

Susan was a little surprised to see this.

I didn’t think there was anything unusual about these words from the other side——

In fact, the other person just recounted what happened at the banquet truthfully.

A normal person would at most think that there was a conflict between two juniors, but the young apprentice was a little more tempered and flipped the table whenever he was told, and did not follow the rules at all.

But Mrs. Chelsea is not a normal person.

In other words, based on her understanding of Melen, she could tell at a glance that there must be something sinister behind this incident.

At this moment, Melen was trying his best to delay time and hoped that she would notice the strange situation there.

Otherwise, his behavior would not be so abnormal at all...

Mrs. Chelsea looked serious because of this, "Is Ernest Manor well-guarded?"

He didn't directly say that something happened, but these words could make Susan instantly realize the seriousness of the situation.

"The wizard guards are basically in the inner core area, and there are at most three small teams of forbidden knights patrolling the periphery." She replied with a solemn expression, "My husband may notice the abnormality, or he may not. You can't put your hope in him."

Mrs. Chelsea lowered her eyes after hearing this, and after a moment, she asked, "Is there any way for me to sneak in?"

"Sneak in? That's not necessary, my manor is - you mean, a group of people set up a barrier in my manor!?"

Susan's face changed, and she realized in an instant that since outsiders could set up the barrier, it meant that they would not have sneaked into the manor in a short time, and it would be impossible without the help of an insider!

Well... I have placed a teleportation anchor produced by the Lost Control Rune Research Institute on my son-"

Her voice became a little panicked.

"Give it to me. "

Before she finished speaking, the lady reached out for it.

So Susan took off a ring on her left middle finger without any hesitation and put it in her friend's palm.

The next moment, the blonde figure in an elegant black dress twisted and disappeared.

...

Mrs. Chelsea actually got the news very quickly.

So when she appeared in the banquet hall of Ernest Manor, Mellen hadn't finished telling the story of how she used a deck of ordinary playing cards to trick Kevin.

But even though the story was not over yet, at this moment, the banquet hall seemed to be full of people. It became a brewing volcano that could erupt at any time--

Because in his previous words, Mellen not only belittled Kevin, but also ridiculed the entire pureblood as worthless.

If he simply belittled someone, then even if they didn't like it, the onlookers could "understand" it.

Or, for the sake of Mellen's talent, they didn't care.

However, no one could stand this kind of indiscriminate and random behavior.

"Even if Kevin was the one who caused you trouble first, it's too much for you to belittle him like this now!"

Someone stood up and accused Mellen in an indignant tone.

"Besides, why would he bother you and not others?"

"Yes, it's impossible that he just doesn't like you, right?"

"Don't you have any problems yourself?"

"This matter may not be that simple..."

"Well said! "

In the crowd in the hall, facing the guys who took the lead, Mellen said loudly: "Since you have all asked this, I might as well say it directly now-"

He seemed to be about to fire a map cannon again. Kevin upstairs and some pure-bloods with strong self-esteem were so gloomy that they were about to drip.

But the "waiter" in the dark was full of expectations for this, and his expression was even a little excited.

Because he found that this kid had great eloquence.

The "story" he told was not only clear and dramatic, but also his ability to scold people without using dirty words was unheard of!

This can be said to be an alternative talent, and even made him have the idea of ​​contacting the other party afterwards, absorbing him into the organization, and letting him participate in public opinion propaganda...

Unfortunately, the idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

What Mellen said next made the waiter's face instantly become very ugly.

"-What I want to say is that everything I just said is all fake! "

Under the surprised gaze of the people, Mellen said loudly: "Kevin is not a stupid fool! On the contrary, he is very smart!"

"It was him who discovered that a group of people who secretly provoked the relationship between pure-bloods and half-bloods were active in this city, so he arranged this banquet in the name of causing trouble for me."

"The purpose is to attract that group of people!"

"It was also his invitation that I appeared here to cooperate with his plan!"

"Everything I am doing now is just to stand out and attract the attention of those enemies."

"Kevin is secretly determining their location! ! "

These words contained a lot of information, and were completely opposite to what he had said before, which confused everyone.

They stared at Mellen who was talking loudly with their eyes wide open, feeling confused.

Including Kevin and Jim upstairs, the sneer on their faces had not faded away, but was replaced by confusion and daze.

Mellen, the person involved, would not be stuck because of his words. After briefly revealing the information, he finally shouted.

"And now, our respected Kevin has determined where those enemies are hiding! "

As he spoke, Mellen pointed the wand he had never put down at a certain figure in the crowd, as if he was about to attack!

But the next moment, he was hit by a huge force, and his body flew into the air, as if he was hit by a car, and fell out of the crowd!

This was actually Mellen holding the wand upside down and casting a flying spell on himself.

It's just that his "casting speed" was too fast, and others didn't see it clearly at all, and thought that this person had just been attacked.

So although he was caught off guard by this matter, There was an uproar in the banquet hall!

People were terrified and rushed to get away from the "exposed person" pointed out by Mellen. The other party was confused at the moment, and couldn't figure out how Mellen flew out when he didn't have time to do anything.

But then he had no time to think about such trivial matters.

Because before he could make up his mind whether to attack or flee the scene, a giant python covered with black scales suddenly broke out of the ground and swallowed him from bottom to top!

At the same time, pythons broke through the tiled floor in the hall one after another, raising a lot of dirt and looking at the suspicious figures with scarlet eyes.

Not knowing what was going on, the young wizards hurriedly avoided these terrifying creatures, and screams rang out one after another, deafening and making the hall more chaotic.