The well-sealed chamber was not dim, and the light emitted from the surrounding metal walls enveloped everything in the room.

So Mellen could clearly see the look of anger on Mrs. Chelsea's face, who had her blonde hair scattered in front of her, when she looked at her.

And her white and elegant fingers are tightly pinching a special rope in her hand at the moment, and the bone joints are prominent, very hard.

Meren didn't pay attention to her reaction, and after noticing the abnormality, he decisively scooped up the small glass of golden liquid on the experimental table beside him into his hand.

Then he took a few steps back, staring cautiously at the other party, ready to do it at any time.

However, it is clear that things have not yet reached this point.

The sudden unfamiliar look only lasted for less than five or six seconds, and after a trance in her eyes, Madame's familiar tone sounded again.

"Hurry up, I can't hold her down!"

I wasn't sure that the teacher in front of me was really my teacher, but Melen didn't hesitate when she heard this.

After answering the question, the arm scooped up the opponent's waist, threw it on the hard bed not far away, and then took the rope and quickly tied the opponent into a large shape.

This posture is not very elegant, and Mellen's binding force is also very tight, and even strangled the delicate skin of the lady red.

However, during this period, the other party did not resist, and always stared at Merron's face in a trance, his eyes flickering, as if two wills were entangled and transformed back and forth.

This state did not disappear until the end of the bondage, but continued all the time.

So Melen could only sit next to her for a while and wait quietly, staring at the blonde lady who was tied to the bed and wearing only a thin black nightdress, and her heart was worried.

The teacher was still talking a moment ago, and then he was replaced by another will, without the slightest warning.

This situation proves that the relationship between the two parties must be very close, even to the point that it is difficult to detect.

Such a state does not seem to be a good phenomenon......

Time passed slowly, and the interior of the secret room was still calm.

But at the same time, the outside world has changed dramatically.

As Melen tied Mrs. Chelsea to the bed, a large number of dark clouds began to slowly condense in the originally cloudless sky.

Even in just over ten minutes, the originally bright sky became cloudy.

The gentle sea breeze turned into a howling wind, and the calm sea began to form rough waves, causing the ships moored in the dock area to shake violently.

Such a sudden change in the climate was obviously not a natural formation, and the city outside Fort St. Grant was so angry that the bell rang rapidly, and the large number of wizards who had gathered here because of the start of school today were full of astonishment.

Some well-informed people heard from the school that there was an invasion of foreign enemies, and thought that it might be some kind of big move by the enemy.

So their complexion changed drastically, and they were busy looking for a place to hide, or organizing their men, and preparing for a difficult resistance.

However, before the enemy appeared in their sight, a large amount of white light suddenly bloomed in the depths of the dark clouds that covered the sky, revealing through the cracks in the sea of clouds, swaying over the sea and the islands, and soaking everything in a bright light, like the dawn of dawn.

Along with this light, there was a faint chant, ethereal and sacred, which filled the ears of everyone in the nearby seas, making people with different minds inexplicably feel a burst of peace and tranquility.

"It's ......"

Not too far from the island where Fort St. Grant was located, a dilapidated looking multi-masted schooner was moving quietly, and the first mate on deck, holding the rudder in one hand, was stunned.

Then he hurriedly pulled out a telescope and looked at the dark clouds in the sky.

A square portal that quietly exists in the depths of the sea of clouds, with a large amount of white light released inside, comes into view, majestic and vast, like a gate to the heavenly realm.

"What is this?"

The first mate couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

He was about to sail to Fort St. Grant to cooperate with the others in their invasion plans, so he was very sensitive to the wind and grass around him.

The sudden climate before had already made him vigilant, and he thought that this was some large-scale forbidden magic performed by the wizards in Fort Saint Grant.

And what he saw now made him suddenly wonder if his next actions could go smoothly?

Although he only saw a door, the feeling that the door gave him was so deep and mysterious that it was inexplicably awe-inspiring at a glance.

Like an ant looking up at a giant, his hand holding the telescope trembled unconsciously.

"Cole, General Reynolds asked you why you stopped suddenly—what are you doing?"

When the first mate was stunned, a wet head suddenly burst out of the water on the sea under the dilapidated sailboat, and after seeing the man on the deck in a daze, he couldn't help but yell angrily.

"You idiot, stop grinding! Delay the time, beware of those guys down there tearing up! ”

"Right now, right now."

The first mate named Cole subconsciously responded.

But when he came back to his senses, he did not signal the crew behind him to continue sailing, but took out the Book of Secret Languages and contacted William Pantoria, who was on the island.

"Why do I feel something is wrong, Captain?"

"You're right."

The other side replied: "Fort Saint Grant has inexplicably given birth to an heir. ”

"Heir?"

The first mate had never heard of such a thing, so he was puzzled, "Does it have anything to do with this change?" ”

"Not sure, but don't worry too much, our allies claim to have a solution to him."

"And the operation is still according to plan?"

"Wait."

"But, Reynolds is urging."

"Calm him down first, it won't take too long on the ally's side."

Behind these words, there was plenty of trust and confidence in that ally, but the first mate was a little embarrassed when he saw this.

"Pacify ......"

He muttered the word, his head poking out of the deck and looking out into the dark sea below, where he could see a dense "school of humanoid fish" speeding by.

It was an army organized by the Deep Sea Race.

With such an impatient appearance, how can it be said that it can be appeased?

"I hope that ally will solve the so-called heir as soon as possible, after a long delay, these things below will not be honest and obedient."

The first mate sighed.

Little did they know that their vital ally was now imprisoned in a tiny, palm-sized frost cage.

What he didn't even expect was when the golden light broke through the dark clouds and there was a sacred chant fluttering around him.

No matter how some people outside moved, the leader of the Scarlet Cross Order, whose eyes were always closed, suddenly opened his eyes and looked up in the direction of the sky, full of horror.

"This, how is this possible?!"

His reaction made some of the people around the pocket cage quite wary, thinking that this person was unwilling to be imprisoned and planned to do something.

It's just that, except for the change in expression that seemed to be unbearable at the beginning, this "pocket villain" wearing a tattered black robe and a conspicuous hooked nose has already closed his eyes, his expression has returned to calm, and he looks like he is nothing.

However, no one knows that his heart is actually full of turbulent waves now.

In his previous secret conversations with the heirs of Fort Saint Grant, most of what he said was actually true, even the fact that Isabella Chelsea was a leader was also true.

It's just that what he said wasn't quite right.

Isabella Chelsea, or the Holy Spirit behind Isabella, is not just his leader.

Rather, it is the whole Holy Spirit, one of the nominal heads.

There are three demon kings in hell, and there are also three presiding judges in Heaven.

The one behind Isabella is one of them.

She is powerful and holds a long list of titles, such as Guardian of the Heavens, Daughter of the Dawn, Devil Buster, Purifier, Sun Lord, and Dragon Conqueror......

Even in ancient times, she took the lead in creating the Church of the Sun God, which controlled half of the world.

Therefore, it can be said that she belongs to the top existence in the kingdom of heaven in terms of fame and power, and is deeply admired and worshiped by the Holy Spirit.

It's just that, as I said to the heirs before, even in the holy kingdom of heaven, there are factions.

And the faction of the leader of the Scarlet Cross is not all the way to "Isabella", and even has deep contradictions.

Therefore, the rhetoric he mentioned to the heir before was indeed threatening the other party with the subject consciousness.

In his prediction, as the heir of the student, he will inevitably care about what the state of the teacher Isabella will be after awakening, and whether she can retain her independent thinking.

And as long as the heir asks him about it, then he can rely on it and find an opportunity to escape from Fort St. Grant—

Although it is not possible to retain independent thinking, the heir himself will not know this, and he will be given room to negotiate.

However, the idea was very good, and what actually happened, he really didn't expect it.

This sudden anomaly, others don't know, but he, the Holy Spirit, clearly understands what the reason is—

Only when one of the three presiding judges who can represent the kingdom of heaven begins to awaken, will the projection of the Gate of Eternity emerge as if it were a feeling!

Right now, the only one who is nearby is Isabella.

But he simply didn't understand why this was happening.

If the ordinary Holy Spirit wants to awaken the consciousness of the subject, there is a chance that the reincarnated person will do so as long as it is on the verge of death.

But it is not so simple for the powerful Holy Spirit to awaken the consciousness of the subject.

As the king of the Holy Spirit, "Isabella" is of course the strongest among them, and it stands to reason that this level of Holy Spirit can only awaken after the official restart of the Demon Tide.

How can it be revived now?

This question made the leader panic.

He couldn't figure this out, but he clearly knew that if the awakened other party realized his existence and some of the things he had done before, then he would definitely have no way to live!

So he hastily contacted the heirs of Fort St. Grant, hoping to persuade them to release him by other means.

The result was desperate.

No matter what he said, the other party did not respond at all, as if he had sunk into the sea.

The chief's heart sank to the bottom.

……

Of course, Meren had no time to pay attention to the outside affairs, for when the divine light outside spilled over the earth, a gaze full of majesty and scrutiny had already looked at him.

Although the owner of the gaze was tied to the bed in a very indecent posture, the thin black nightdress was half-hidden, and even a little springy, but this did not prevent her from looking like she was able to dominate everything around her at the moment.

And Melen, who was sitting on the edge of the bed and should have been in the driver's seat, was like an old peasant running to meet the Empress of the Empire, and he was naturally shorter by not knowing how many heads.

This made him feel very uncomfortable inexplicably, especially when the other party put on such a posture, and still occupied his teacher's body.

He didn't know who he was, and he certainly couldn't be in awe.

So seeing that she didn't mean to speak for a while, Meren suddenly said, "As for our purpose, I think you should know it?" ”

The look in his eyes when he looked at himself before could actually explain a lot of questions, so he asked like this.

However, after these words fell, the other party's demeanor did not change much, but indifferently withdrew his gaze towards Meren, closed his eyes, and rested as if no one else was around.

It may have just woken up and is getting some kind of adaptation.

It's just that, as the party being ignored, Melen doesn't have the heart to understand what the current state of this person is.

After squinting his eyes, he suddenly said: "Most of the saliva in the human mouth is water, and a small part of it contains a digestive enzyme called salivary amylase, which can decompose the bacteria in the mouth, so that the mouth of a normal person can be kept in a healthy state." ”

This sounded inexplicable, but the blonde lady's face changed slightly, and when she reopened her eyes to look at the black-haired boy beside her, her anger resurfaced.

Because she can clearly feel that there are some abnormal sensations in "herself" lips and mouth.

"This digestive enzyme is colorless and odorless when it is not exposed to air."

Melen ignored the other party's expression at the moment, and continued: "But as long as it is exposed to the air and evaporated, it will emit a smell, which is stinky and very unpleasant. ”

In fact, this is just the characteristics of ordinary people, and the saliva in the mouths of the two people whose life physiques have long been separated from the ordinary ranks cannot be said to be sweet, but there will be no other strange taste.

However, Melen said that the point of these is not to give the other party popular science, but to make the other party clearly aware of, and even clearly feel the residue of what the two sides have done before.

It's actually a bit disgusting, especially for a "stranger".

But the effect is surprisingly good.

"You're special."

The "lady" on the bed finally spoke.

There was anger on her face, which was covered by blond hair, but her tone was flat.

"No human being is qualified to absorb the blood of the Holy Spirit, and no one will be able to condense a little bit of blood after absorbing it."

Her voice was hoarse, slightly different from that of the original Mrs. Chelsea, but she spoke with a look similar to that of Madame.

"I know I'm special, but I don't think that's what we're talking about at the moment."

Mellen said: "As for what the point is, I don't think it needs to be said. ”

Moving hands and feet is just the last hole card, and before that, it's best not to do things absolutely.

At the same time, Mellen felt that the other party might choose to compromise after sensing the determination of the two and what they were going to do, as the teacher expected.

After all, how could a Holy Spirit be willing to suffer such insults?

It's a pity that the other party's reaction next made him a little "disappointed".

"What you have done is in vain."

Plain words came out of the mouth of the "lady", the demeanor and the familiar look could not be more familiar, but the voice was full of alienation.

"She is a derivative of me, this cannot be changed at all, and the fate that awaits her will only be one with me."

"So, there's no way?"

Mellen asked with a frown.

Instead of answering, the other turned his head sideways, no longer looking at him, as if disdaining to lie to him.

Mellen's heart sank a little.

But instead of giving up hope, he took a deep breath, stood up and began to unbuckle his belt.

The sound of rustling was followed by a dull sound of fabric falling off the ground, and the blonde lady who was tied to the bed in a large shape jumped for her eyelids.

Then, when she felt the nightdress under her being lifted, the other party finally couldn't help but speak again after approaching.

"There's a way, but it's up to you—"

Her words suddenly paused, and then her face turned angry, but she couldn't help but let out a muffled snort.

(End of chapter)