You call this the mastermind?

He was very determined, but when Mellen went to the appointment, he was as honest as a good baby.

Guided by the butler, he walked east and west through a group of buildings behind the manor for a while before he finally arrived.

Obviously, this was a relatively private exchange.

At this moment, Mrs. Chelsea is sitting in a study room that is not large but brightly lit and beautifully decorated.

Mellen was a little surprised by this.

Because the decoration style of this study is very similar to my own, with the same red floor and solid wood desk, and the surrounding walls are also covered with brown-red bookcases.

Even on the wall behind the lady, there is also an oil painting hanging.

It's just that Mellen's oil painting shows a dignified lady, while Mrs. Chelsea's painting shows a middle-aged female knight wearing a crown, a gorgeous cloak, and holding a long sword.

"Catherine III, the eldest daughter of Fielding the Conqueror seven hundred years ago, was the great emperor who unified the two kingdoms of Gunther and Norton into the Northern Empire."

Seeing Mellen looking at the oil painting, the lady sitting behind the desk explained lightly, and then motioned for Mellen to sit opposite her.

What she is wearing today is not the cumbersome dress from last night, but a relatively homely black waist-hugging tight dress. The long sleeves reveal a gold silk backing, which matches her slightly curly long golden hair. , looks very gorgeous.

Combined with the crown on the oil painting above his head, Melen had the illusion that he was visiting a noble queen.

However, this feeling disappeared when the "Queen" picked up a silver coffee pot in the corner of the desk with her white and delicate fingers and poured Mellen a cup of coffee with her own hands.

"Nice to see you again, Mr. Gilbert."

"Perhaps you understand why I invited you tonight?"

The hoarse voice made Meren tense up, but on the surface he shook his head in confusion.

"Sorry, I thought it was a banquet like yesterday. Before I came, I didn't expect that you would meet me alone on this occasion..."

Although he didn't know what kind of disaster the person in front of him had experienced today, Mellen didn't think that his precognitive ability would be discovered by the other party.

After all, it wasn't a direct reminder. What happened last night was more of a coincidence than anything else.

As for admitting that he did it on purpose yesterday?

Mellen never imagined such a thing.

Not to mention that he is still not sure what that kind of precognitive ability means in this world. Even if he can be sure that this ability will not cause harm, he does not think it is easy to reveal his details to a stranger who is not familiar but is very powerful. What a brain thing a person is.

Even though he had just saved this stranger's life.

Mrs. Chelsea didn’t ask any more questions about this, but just took a deep look at Mellen.

"Then let's get straight to the point."

"To put it simply, what you did yesterday inadvertently reminded me and prevented me from being plotted by others today, which is equivalent to saving my life."

"And my family believes in equal exchange. If you saved me, I must repay your kindness."

"So, what do you want?"

Meron was surprised by the directness of her words.

But if you think about it carefully, a person of this level probably wouldn't have the intention to chat with a small person like himself. It would be more efficient to just respond directly.

So after hesitating for a moment, he said: "There is a question that has been bothering me for a long time, but I have never found the answer. I think maybe you should know something about it."

"What's the problem?"

Mrs. Chelsea asked calmly.

As a powerful wizard, she didn't think the problem plaguing the boy in front of her could be that big of a problem.

At most, it involves some mysterious phenomena or the like, or secrets between certain people.

What else could it be?

Then, she saw Meren put a book on the desk in front of her.

Under the bright light, the title of the book stood out clearly in Mrs. Chelsea's eyes, and the impact was considerable.

She fell silent.

"I hope you don't misunderstand."

Seeing that she didn't speak for a while, Meren explained in a low voice: "It's just that I can't understand. Is there really such a way to die in the world?"

“If so, how could we avoid it?”

…

Although she had already made up her mind before coming, Meren actually wanted to be tactful. After all, it was easy for the other party to misunderstand that she was teasing her.

But since the other party is speaking so straightforwardly now, Melen has nothing to be embarrassed about.

"Is this...important to you?"

Madam asked slightly hesitantly.

Her hesitation was obviously not because of the question itself, but because she seemed to think of something from it, so Mellen nodded hurriedly.

"Because my family has been thinking about my future marriage recently, so I have to figure it out in advance."

"If I couldn't figure this out, I definitely wouldn't get married."

"That's absolutely terrible!"

…

The young man's expression was firm, and there seemed to be a deep fear deep in his pure blue eyes, as if he was very worried about his future.

Mrs. Chelsea didn't speak anymore, she just looked at Mellen suspiciously, not knowing what she was thinking.

Mellen was a little uneasy when he saw this.

The lady in front of him was the object of his major suspicion, but in fact, Mellen was not sure that it was really her.

However, it seems at this time that the other party's attitude...

The study was quiet for a long time, and then there was no movement. A maid knocked on the door and walked in.

On the silver tray in her hand, there was a worn and heavy light yellow parchment book quietly placed.

The title of the book was written in a language that Melen did not recognize, and it looked a bit like hieroglyphics.

Melen's heartbeat accelerated unconsciously.

Although the title of the book was not clear, the appearance of the maid had already clearly proved that Mrs. Chelsea's next words would inevitably involve the mysterious realm of this world!     "It's called the Sun Knight Breathing Method."

After putting the book on the desk, the lady did not explain too much, but changed the subject.

"Do you believe that there is magic in this world?"

"I didn't believe it before, but now..."

Melen said hesitantly: "This lady's appearance is obviously because of your order, but I didn't hear you say anything just now..."

"Very good."

The lady was very satisfied that Melen did not startle - some people often don't believe it or think it's a fraud when they hear about such things.

"So, what do you think is the origin of magic?"

"Is it because of this book?"

"To be precise, it is this kind of book."

Mrs. Chelsea said: "Initially, the knights found that when they used a specific breathing frequency and posture training, their training effect would increase rapidly."

"After one of the very powerful knights trained this method to the extreme, he found that he suddenly awakened a special power that could take things from a distance."

"The first wizard was born."

Telekinesis?

Merlen blinked when he heard it.

I can do this kind of thing too...

Could it be that the "third hand" is the medium for becoming a wizard?

What he thought in his heart was not exposed.

On the surface, Mellen said thoughtfully: "You mean, as long as I practice this breathing method to the extreme and become a wizard, I won't have that kind of trouble?"

"You are half right."

The lady shook her head and said: "But you can't practice it to the extreme, and you can't become a wizard."

"Why?"

"The first wizard was born in a knight family. His ancestors never stopped practicing the breathing method, but it was not until he, the tenth generation heir, finally practiced the breathing method to the extreme."

"Why do you think this is because?"

"...blood inheritance?"

"Smart."

The lady smiled.

"The practice of each generation of his ancestors has subtly changed their own blood. This blood has a certain chance of being passed on to future generations through reproduction. After ten generations of continuous accumulation, a wizard with unique power was born."

"Tell me, what should you do to match the efforts of other families for ten lifetimes?"

Mellen didn't say anything, but unconsciously pursed his lips, seeming a little unconvinced.

But this reaction is normal.

Many people from ordinary families think they are exceptions after learning how wizards are born, and they are unwilling to learn that there is magic in the world but they cannot control it.

Unfortunately, reality is often cruel...

Looking at the big boy in front of her, a trace of pity flashed in the eyes of the lady, and then she pushed the breathing method on the table to him.

"This breathing method is very special, and it is very precious even in the eyes of a top wizard."

"Take it, as the inheritance of your family, your descendants will be grateful to you forever."

"This is not enough to express my gratitude to you, so if you encounter difficulties in the future, you can come to the manor to find my butler at any time."

"He will respect you as a VIP."

Mellen nodded silently, and seeing that the lady didn't seem to be interested in saying anything, he stood up and bowed to her, then said goodbye and left.

The study fell into silence, watching his back disappear from sight, the lady's expression became a little serious.

She then called an old maid and asked sternly, "Has the young lady left the manor in the past month?"

"No."

The old maid replied respectfully, "But since what happened at noon, the young lady has never left the bedroom."

"Just a little temper."

Mrs. Chelsea's expression eased slightly, and turned into a pondering.

Having not left the manor proves that her daughter could not have seen Mellen, but why would he think about such a side question if he had not seen Mellen?

Is he really just afraid because the wedding date is approaching?

...

On the other side, Mellen, who was not convinced by the lady, calmed down instantly after getting on his private carriage.

Looking down at the Sun Knight Breathing Method in his hand, he curled his lips unconsciously.

"A world where a king, a prince, a general and a minister must have a guts... It's fucked up."

"But it doesn't matter, I'm a hacker, I don't need to practice any breathing method, I can directly take things from a distance."

While secretly complaining, Mellen didn't feel proud of it.

In the end, becoming a wizard cannot save his future death, and practicing this breathing method is the solution.

So he still can't skip this process.

In the swaying carriage, Mellen flipped open the parchment book casually, just wanting to see what words are used to record this breathing method, and then figure out where he should go to learn it.

However, when he turned the page to look at it, a "hint" quietly appeared on the surface of the page——

[Do you want to consume a bit of life to learn the skill "Sun Knight Breathing Method"? ]

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