The sky was clear and the air was fresh.

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

Occasionally, there are two or three, and they will flutter their wings and land in the pool below the Angel Fountain not far away to wash their feathers, which seems to be very clean.

In the spacious and ornate banquet hall, Mrs. Chelsea still sat in her old position, looking at the scenery outside the window, holding a cup of ginger tea in her hand, which is said to warm the palace and ward off the cold, and occasionally bowed her head and took a sip.

Next to her, the straight, silver-haired old butler was reporting in a low voice.

"Aside from his repeated visits to the upscale brothels in the Docklands, Brady did not leave any other clues before he committed suicide."

"We had suspected that there was a contact for him in the brothel, but after investigating, our people denied that."

We judged that his behavior was nothing more than an indulgence before he died. This also proves that his suicide was premeditated. ”

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

……

More than a week has passed since Mrs. Chelsea was assassinated by a maid, and what happened in the intervening period seems a little confusing.

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

There was no suspicious trace left at the scene, as if all this was carried out according to a plan that had been made by some will.

The investigation was blocked, and the clues about the assassination seemed to be interrupted, but Mrs. Chelsea, the victim, did not show the slightest expression of displeasure, and her face remained calm, as if she had expected it.

"However, after carefully combing Brady's blood relatives using spiritism, we found that he left behind a 17-year-old illegitimate child in this world."

The butler whispered, "The mother of the illegitimate child is a wizard. ”

"The bastard inherited his mother's wizarding blood?"

Madame looked sideways at the butler, as if at last she had taken some interest in his report.

"Yes, he's a half-blood, and he's a member of the Half-Blood Wizards' Rights Protection Society, and he's currently undergoing pre-school education to apply for admission to Canterbury Wizarding School."

……

The so-called half-blood wizard does not refer to the product of the union of a wizard of one race and a wizard of another race, but the children left by the union of pure-blood wizards and ordinary people.

This kind of child is likely to be an ordinary person after birth, but there is also a small chance of inheriting the wizard bloodline.

And a child with wizard blood, as long as he has undergone systematic education, can officially become a wizard who has mastered extraordinary spells.

However, half-blood wizards are not welcomed.

Pure-bloods dominate the mainstream wizarding world, and they are very repulsive to half-bloods.

Some extreme pure-blood families will even secretly plan to kill and purge the half-bloods, lest "these filthy mongrels pollute the pure and noble wizarding class".

However, there are also some wizards who are very unaccustomed to this kind of behavior and have a certain amount of kindness towards half-bloods.

Isabella Chelsea is one of them.

So in her territory, the city of Graham, there are many half-races and mixed-related organizations active.

The Half-Blood Wizards' Rights Protection Association is one such organization.

Only now, this organization, which was born because of her good-natured indulgence, is faintly linked to her assassination......

Mrs. Chelsea, who was sitting by the window, lowered her eyes, thought for a moment, and then sneered.

"A group of hyenas hiding in the gutter and not daring to show their faces, that's all they can do."

She seemed to have guessed something, and the butler asked in a deep voice, "Should we go and arrest the bastard?" ”

"Never be led by the nose by the enemy."

Taking a sip of the ginger tea in her hand, she felt a slight warmth rise in her lower abdomen, and Mrs. Chelsea, whose blonde hair was coiled high, said softly: "Otherwise, it will be easy to fall into the quagmire, wrapped in a stinky, and you won't see any benefits." ”

"So, what do you mean?"

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

“…… Sow discord? ”

"If we really think so, we are falling into the enemy's conspiracy."

With that, Madame placed the teacup in her hand on the low table in front of her, which was covered with a white tablecloth, and pointed to a newspaper beside her.

"We need to think about the whole thing in combination with some clues that don't seem to be related."

Outside the window, the newspaper on the table looked quiet in the sunlight.

However, they are not ordinary, because the pictures of the various plates above are moving.

This includes, but is not limited to, the portrait of a wanted criminal with a hideous expression.

The actual effect of a wizard-inventor's latest spell invention.

Some high-level wizards gather and take photos of a lively scene......

The front page of the newspaper featured a group of mysterious men in black coats, suitcases, and various masks on their faces, hurrying through a street.

The matching title was deliberately bolded several times -

[The gathering of Shinrikyo cultists in Nuun County, the kingdom of Blackthorn, is it a sign of calamity? Or a chaotic prologue? 】

……

County Newne is the area where the city of Graham is located, or in other words, the city of Graham is the heart of County Newham.

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

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

Because he was in charge of the relatively mundane affairs under the command of the lady, he paid little attention to the information of the wizarding class.

Seeing the news at this moment, I was caught off guard, and I felt a pressure rushing to my face.

No one in wizarding communities around the world would consider the Shinrikyo to be normal, because they are crazy and often defy common sense.

But in the same way, no one dares to underestimate them, because they are very vindictive and do not stop dying.

"That's exactly what we need to focus on next."

Madame said nonchalantly: "So, you understand what to do next?" ”

The butler nodded silently when he heard this, and then asked in a low voice, "So, what about the Half-Blood Wizards' Rights Protection Association...... That's it? ”

"No, it's not the point, but it can be investigated a little."

With that, the lady changed her words, "Your little grandson is old enough to apply for admission to the wizarding school, right?" ”

"Yes," replied the butler, "I should be enrolled in Fort Grant, the same cohort as Miss." ”

"The quality of teaching at Fort Grand, while one of the best in the entire wizarding education community, is not very good at the practice of its students."

Mrs. Chelsea whispered, "If you are willing, you can ask your little grandson to do me a favor." ”

"That's his pleasure!"

The butler replied immediately, his tone was calm, but there was a clear flash of joy in his eyes.

Obviously, the hidden meaning behind this sentence is not simple.

"That's right,"

As if she had thought of something, the lady who picked up the ginger teacup again suddenly asked, "That Merlen, how are you investigating?" ”

……

That meeting more than a week ago left Mrs. Chelsea with some doubts.

So that night, she ordered her subordinates to reopen an investigation into Mellen.

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

Now when she mentioned the housekeeper's grandchildren, she thought of the little guy in passing.

However, what she didn't expect was that after her words fell, a touch of embarrassment flashed on the butler's face.

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

"Huh?"

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

Lost?

A look of surprise flashed across Madame's face when she heard this, "You mean, he's already left Graham?" ”

"Yes,"

The butler nodded, "The day after meeting you, he somehow distributed all his possessions to some poor people, and then within two days he went to the small town of Smedley on the outskirts. ”

"Then, through some people there, he forged a false identity and arrived in Hayden, Franshire, in an airship, and then our people ......"

The butler was embarrassed when he said this.

Because he clearly remembered that the last time Namelen went to the train station to leave the city, they tracked him down without much effort, and by the way, gave him a very effective dismount.

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

Although the top masters were not sent to follow because it was not too important, relatively speaking, the group of people who followed Melen seemed to others to be very powerful.

After all, they can't look down on too low-level manpower.

Can ...... now

"It's not your fault."

Mrs. Chelsea groaned, but did not explain much.

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

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

As long as they enter the door, the overall quality of the cultivator 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, a knight with a breathing method can have a perception that is comparable to that of a full-fledged wizard.

So it's not an incomprehensible thing that her people have lost their goals.

But how is this possible?

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

According to the Sun God Cult, the average time for a knight to practice this breathing technique was one year.

The most genius will not be less than a month.

Kornameron......

Just thinking about it, the housekeeper who had left before hurriedly walked back, with a clear look of relief on his face.

"Ma'am, according to the reports from my men, our men have not long ago regained the grasp of Mr. Mellen Gilbert's whereabouts."

It's really a coincidence......

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

"I'm currently on a blimp from Hayden City heading back to Graham."