He was pondering Merlen, but Meren had forgotten about him.

Melen, who had finished a series of interrogations, was now neatly dressed and sitting refreshed in a small study outside the secret room.

The quill in his hand kept writing paragraphs of text on the paper—

Before, he just wanted to make a small threat, but he didn't pay attention and didn't brake the car.

And then it got out of control.

It's just that although he was a little caught off guard, this kind of thing made him more efficient and learned a lot of secrets that he wanted to understand.

So as soon as it was over, he rushed out to recall the conversations between the two sides during the period, and began to summarize and write them down on paper in a concise manner.

The dialogue touches on all sides, including but not limited to the Fountain of Heaven, the Black Sun, Elisa, and even the Child of Destiny......

This information is intermittent and cluttered.

Considering that the process of learning was unusual, it really took him a lot of energy to peel it off from his memory, but it couldn't help but make him feel impetuous.

"Mellen? Where are you? ”

Just as he was writing about the subject's consciousness, a faint call suddenly came from the entrance of the basement not far away, and the voice was extremely hoarse, lazy and full of exhaustion, full of femininity.

Melen was stunned for a moment, then put down his pen and ran down in a hurry.

At present, the furnishings in the secret room are quite messy, and all kinds of utensils are used, and some are motionless.

And even though the smell had been on for a while, the air here was still quite dull and unpleasant, faintly damp.

In the corner, the blonde lady in a black nightdress with a slightly messy black dress is also always tied to a hard bed.

It's just that, unlike the angry eyes that seemed to kill not long ago, her gaze when she turned her head to look at Meren now was full of softness.

The awakened Holy Spirit would not have manifested such a demeanor.

Mellen had found out before that guy didn't bother to lie and pretend even in an extremely embarrassing situation.

But to say that she is really tough, not necessarily.

Otherwise, Meren wouldn't have gotten that information.

But in any case, she and the current one are two completely different looks.

So Melen can be sure that what she is seeing now is the teacher, not the Holy Spirit.

"How are you feeling right now?"

Running over to untie the special rope, he asked in a worried tone, "Have you been affected by that guy?" ”

"She's sleeping, I can feel her emotions, and I think she can feel mine."

The wife, who was quietly looking at her student, said:

"We were able to have a special kind of communication with each other, but that's about it."

"But the situation was ...... before"

"This is mainly because I closed off the source of my strength, so I didn't feel her resurgence in advance."

Madame reassured him, "This is a wrong thing to do, and she cannot actually use this power without my consent." ”

Mellen was relieved when he heard this.

He is not afraid of anything else, but he is afraid that the teacher will be quietly replaced by that guy again, and it is difficult to prevent it, which may also cause some bad consequences-

Although it is not clear what the identity of the Holy Spirit is, judging from her tone and words and the secrets mentioned, it can be seen that the person must have a high status in the Holy Spirit.

How could this kind of existence, suffering such humiliation, be resigned?

"Do you have any memories of the past?"

Mellen, who untied the rope and began to massage the teacher's swollen right foot, asked, "Do you know what she said?" ”

"No, I just fell asleep."

Mrs. Chelsea remained motionless and let him do it, but her brow furrowed unconsciously, "I can't read her memory, but she can obviously read mine." ”

"It's a big nuisance."

Mellen said: "However, I think it is necessary to clarify with you what happened before. ”

"No, I know what's going on, I can feel it."

Madame said with a calm expression: "You don't have to care about this, I told you a long time ago, no matter what you do, I won't blame you." ”

"But, I think—"

"No, but."

Madame interrupted her student abruptly, and the soft color in her eyes faded.

"You are my student, I am your teacher, remember this identity, don't think about anything else!"

Her attitude seemed very clear.

Melen was stunned when she heard this, looked at the other party's face for a long time, suddenly lowered her head, leaned over and kissed her slightly dry lips.

Mrs. Chelsea did not resist.

She even motionlessly allowed her students to do anything to her.

It's just that the pair of blue eyes that looked at him gradually became a little cold.

I don't know why this is happening, but it is obvious that he is genuinely angry, not reciprocal.

Melen tried a few times, but never changed the teacher's attitude.

So he could only stop his movements abruptly.

"I even suspect you've been influenced by that guy now."

He said in a depressed tone: "Otherwise, why would you be so ruthless? ”

"You're still young, and it's inevitable to think about things on the spur of the moment."

Seeing that he was a little sad, Madame's face soothed.

"There is a certain boundary that cannot be crossed, otherwise if we encounter any unexpected circumstances, we may not even be able to do it as a master and apprentice."

What does it mean?

Saying that he may become a scumbag and will give up from the beginning?

Mellen was even more depressed when she heard this.

But the lady did not pay any more attention to him, but propped up her upper body with her arms and was about to get out of bed.

As a result, as soon as she was halfway through this action, she couldn't help but let out a muffled snort.

It's painful.

Having lost her heart and soul and sealed the source of the wizard's power, she was already extremely weak, and now she has experienced some twists and turns, and her body is about to fall apart.

It wasn't until Mellen brought the cup of golden blood and drank the liquid from it that the weakness was quickly relieved.

However, when she drank the black blood again, her improved state took a sharp turn again.

However, this process has lifted the ban on her strength, so Madame can at least ensure that her actions are unhindered.

After being supported by the students and leaving the dull secret room with her legs and feet in vain, she sat down on the sofa panting.

First of all, I gave myself a cleaning charm, and cleaned the black nightdress that stuck to the surface of my skin because of the overflow of a lot of sweat before.

Then she simply tied her long loose blonde hair into a ponytail and placed it on her chest.

Eventually, Mrs. Chelsea picked up the information that Mellen had written earlier and looked at it carefully.

The complexion, which was originally relaxed, became more and more solemn.