174 The rebels emerge
The return of Iger Wilson is a great joy for the Half-Blood Society.
Of course, this is not because of the benefits that his appearance can bring to the association, but because, he has now become some kind of "mascot"-like existence-
Egger's disappearance was initially seen as a private assassination by some extreme pureblood, and the Minister of Magic, who had given him a platform, was said to be furious.
As a result, under a series of political manipulations, many decrees were issued that were beneficial to mixed races.
The more than 20 places in Fort St. Grant's School were approved in this name.
Although it was later confirmed that Iger's disappearance was only unfortunately involved in some of the Chelsea family incidents, he was not harmed during this time.
But at this point, some substantial interests have been finalized, and it is too late for some people to regret it.
Therefore, in the eyes of the people of the Half-Blood Association, Iger Wilson is simply a lucky star, a good person.
Seeing that he was finally released by the Chelsea family, he was naturally very welcome.
"It's not a good thing for him."
In the office, looking at the situation of a group of young people enthusiastically surrounding a certain black-haired teenager in the hall outside, the old examiner who had pulled Melen into the association said to the people next to him:
"Pushed out by the Minister of Magic as a political bargaining chip, but afterwards he appeared intact. Many extreme purebloods will probably think that they have suffered a big loss, and they already hate Egger. β
"Those people don't dare to do anything on the surface."
The person next to him said: "Secretly, it may be possible to do something to him." β
The person who spoke was a middle-aged man in a black trench coat, dressed like a Shinrikist.
And in fact, he was indeed a Shinrikyoβ
The Mixed Blood Association is a relatively loose organization, with no strict restrictions on members, and many people actually have multiple identities.
"But there aren't many people who think that way, after all, no pure-blood would want to see our Minister of Magic angry again."
This may sound like a joke, but it's actually true.
"But if he's smart enough, he should know that he can be high-profile next, but he can't do anything that irritates some people."
The Truth believer said, "Otherwise, the higher his banner is raised, the more people will want to cut it down, and they will rather pay the price than thwart this spirit." β
"Is that what the president thinks?"
"I guess so, otherwise he wouldn't have turned down interviews with those newspapers so often a few days ago......"
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For the public, Iger Wilson's previous disappearance is unfortunate news, and naturally there are reporters and even passers-by who want to come to investigate the details, and even condolences to Iger relatives and friends to express their condolences.
However, this behavior was not cooperated by the association, and because of the subsequent revelation of the "mysterious knight", the popularity of Egger's disappearance quickly declined.
Now, the sacrifices of the Truth Believers and the Children of Destiny are known all over the world and are the focus of discussion.
The current situation of Egger, the unlucky half-blood, is rarely paid attention to anymore.
Only their own people within the Half-Blood Association, as well as some people with inexplicable ideas, still pay attention.
There are not many of these people, but when they come together after hearing the news, they are actually not small.
If it weren't for the old president of the association who sent someone to save Egg, he really wouldn't have been able to get rid of them in a short time.
"On the fifteenth, you'll join the other freshmen in Graham City on an airship ride to Ray Island."
In the office, seeing the black-haired boy dressed in disarray, President Jacques, who was full of age spots, laughed unconsciously.
"But the other students of the association will hide their identities and set off from other cities, and they will not travel with you."
The Mixed Blood Association has won more than 20 places, which naturally corresponds to more than 20 new students.
It's just that, unlike Mellen, who has a buff on his body, the half-breeds next to him don't have this kind of protection.
In order to minimize the hassle, it is essential to hide your identity and go to school.
"There's their contact information."
The elder said, "When you have free time, you can talk to them a lot, they are all very nice children. β
Melen nodded.
After taking the book of secret words pushed by the other party in his hand and flipping through it, he found that everyone's names, including himself, were code names on it, and he couldn't help but feel a little strange.
But then he understood that this should be a precaution taken by the association in anticipation that the behavior of the half-breeds to hide their identities may not work.
"We didn't have any influence in that school, so to speak, and it was a groundbreaking move."
"I'm not worried about you going to suffer too much setbacks in that school than anyone else. But there are always some people in the world who act recklessly, so when it comes to trouble, it is better to be cautious or cautious. β
President Jacques advised: "You have already heard those bells, and there are some things going on inside and outside the association, and many bad situations are bound to improve. But you don't need to think about it now, you can enroll in your studies with peace of mind, and you will be considered a victory if you graduate. β
"What was the important thing you mentioned to me before?"
Mellen asked.
After the sacrifice ceremony, the old man sent a message through the Book of Secret Languages to ask when he would be able to return, saying that he had something to explain.
It's just that at that time, Melen was still busy doubting whether he was Xu Xian, so he didn't have the heart to think about it.
"That's where those extreme pureblood counterattacks come in."
The elder said helplessly: "In the past, new students entering Fort Grant only need to go through a written test that is not very strict. But now, because of the protests that have drawn some people from the granting of these places, the school has reopened the Proving Grounds. β
"The Land of Trials?"
"To put it simply, it's a screening mechanism that divides new students into different levels. Students who are not gifted and have imperfect cultivation will be screened to the bottom, and those with good talent will be screened to the bottom, and those with good talent will be the opposite. β
"So...... Are you trying to tell me not to climb too high? β
"Clever."
The old man smiled when he heard this, "Most of the pure-blood students are good, and you have a good reputation among them. But if you rely on talent to overwhelm them, you're bound to provoke hostility. β
"Pure-bloods and mixed-race people are not the same kind of people after all."
Mellen nodded mutteringly, but didn't say anything.
In front of President Jacques and almost everyone, he is actually just a gifted wizard apprentice with great growth potential, but he is not sure what the future holds.
So naturally, there are certain rules that need to be carefully followed.
However, in the wizarding profession, he is indeed still a rookie at the bottom, so this cannot be said to be a mistake.
"Do you know anything about the Holy Spirit?"
Mellen asked instead.
The information he had seen before leaving Chelsea Manor had made him very concerned.
Because he wondered if the so-called hidden temple that caused the girl's suicide was a place he was considering investigating?
The teacher was able to participate in the investigation because of her own bloodline.
He was, of course, to learn about the Fountain of Heaven.
But if this kind of investigation involves Elisa's life, it needs to be carefully considered.
And because in that prophetic dream, Melen saw that the old president in front of him was favored by high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic, and even Mrs. Chelsea, and seemed to know the magic tide very well.
So when he came back this time, he thought that maybe he could get some useful information from this person.
"Holy Spirit?"
President Jacques was a little curious, "That's a bunch of old monsters that have long been buried in history, how did you think of them?" β
"In addition to the bells that caused the sacrificial ceremony, there were many temples and churches and other buildings that were abnormal."
Mellen replied, "And I've heard that the two great religions of ancient times were founded by the Holy Spirit, so I'm curious......"
That's a reasonable reason, the elder thought for a moment and said, "I don't know much about this kind of existence, but-"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and tapped on a brown cloth on the table.
So with a distortion of light and shadow, the meal cloth suddenly turned into a letter!
"I have an old friend who specializes in everything related to the Holy Spirit. He has a shop on Ray Island, where Fort St. Grant is located, so you can stop by when you go. β
Speaking of this, the old man shook his head and said, "You came back a little late, he was actually a guest at my place for the past two days, and he only left this morning." β
"That's really unfortunate......"
Mellen replied regretfully.
After listening to the old man explain some things, Melen got up and took his leave, and then left the office with a book of secret words containing more than twenty mixed-race students, as well as a letter of introduction.
President Jacques looked at his back and disappeared before turning his gaze to the corner.
There, a white-robed figure had already shown his whereabouts at some point.
"You're here, why do you have to hide it from him?"
The president asked, "Didn't you claim to see Egger before?" β
"He smelled weird, and I couldn't grasp it."
The white-robed old man replied thoughtfully, "The smell of snakes, the smell of the Holy Spirit, the smell of demons, and even the smell of false gods......
Sounds complicated.
President Jacques frowned.
"Maybe it has something to do with the kidnapping the other day, I heard that Yin Sabela's daughter, along with Egger, was held in a special place by the kidnapper."
"Where can there be so many things mixed together?"
The white-robed old man sneered, "A big dye vat? β
"And what do you think is the reason for this?"
"I don't understand, it's not normal anyway, so I just don't contact him, so as not to be involved in any trouble."
Saying this, he didn't say anything more, but instead asked, "What kind of rebellion is William Pantoria said to be organizing?" β
"That's the way it goes."
President Jacques was still wondering what had happened to Mellen, and said absentmindedly, "William may have learned some special news from the Scarlet Cross, and believes that this announcement of the Child of Destiny is related to the Demon Tide. β
"Something to do with the Magic Tide?"
The white-robed old man was shocked when he heard this, "Are you sure?" β
"A person codenamed Nun of the Scarlet Cross Society conspired to stir up trouble in our association some time ago."
President Jacques said slowly, "I investigated afterwards and found that there is indeed a deep theory in this organization that fate is deeply involved with the demon tide. β
"It was a disaster."
The white-robed old man frowned because of this, "The demon tide is really going to appear again, but I don't know how many people will die, and we-"
Halfway through his words, he suddenly realized something, and couldn't help but look at his old friend with suspicion.
"You should have known about this for a long time, right? Otherwise, how could he be so sure that the proclamation of the Son of Destiny was an opportunity? β
"It's actually easy to guess."
President Jacques replied: "If we study the texts of the Origin of Shinrikyo, we will see that the Child of Destiny represents a sign of change. But change needs to be matched by the general environment. β
"What could plunge the world into turmoil more than the reappearance of the Demon Tide?"
"So, William's actions in organizing the so-called Resistance."
The suspicion in the eyes of the white-robed old man did not disappear, "Is it his own idea, or are you already conspiring?" β
"Of course it's his own thoughts, you should know that he has a deep hatred for the royal family of the Northern Empire."
"Really? How can I suspect that his target is not the Empire? β
"If it's not an empire, where else can it be?"
President Jacques smiled and asked, "Can it still be our United Kingdom?" β