296 Seeds of the World
The dΓ©cor in the living room is classical, with an oval mirror with a silver frame hanging next to a pastoral painting, and a beautiful pot of carnations on the cabinet below.
Looking at the blonde lady with a serious expression in the smooth mirror, Melen was a little surprised.
It is not surprising that the other party knows about the existence of the ball, although there is no one else next to it when it is exposed, but this situation can be concealed from people, not necessarily from a holy spirit.
And it is also normal for her to see that the troubles on her body have been lifted, after all, there is a clear difference between absorbing mysterious substances and not absorbing mysterious substances.
However, how can this person be convinced that the problem was solved because of the ball?
Puzzled in his heart, on the surface, Melen nodded calmly.
"That's right."
In any case, the other party has already seen it, and there is obviously no need to hide it now.
Yet seeing him do this, the Holy Spirit hesitated for a moment, but then spoke.
"If I'm not mistaken, it's a seed."
"Seeds?"
"Seeds of the World."
She said in a low tone, "Heaven and Hell were originally grown from such seeds. β
Heaven or Hell?
Mellen was surprised.
The space inside the sphere could indeed increase with cultivation, something he had discovered in his cultivation before.
But to say that he could grow into a "world", he never thought about it.
From the time he named this thing Domain, it was clear that he didn't expect much from it.
Because this "realm" is too simple, there is nothing powerful in it.
How is it possible to have the potential to grow into a world?
At best, it's a "copy".
"However, normally speaking, with your current conditions, it is impossible to brew the seed of the world."
The Holy Spirit in the mirror also raised this question, and his eyes were fixed on Merlen, as if trying to see something from his appearance.
"How the hell did you do that?"
"I'm not sure, but did you admit a mistake?"
Mellen asked rhetorically.
"I won't admit it."
The other party shook his head, "I've seen this thing before, and although the Tidal Mist of Alfred is not a Demon Tide, it is not much different from the Demon Tide, if it is just a simple space, it is impossible to accommodate or even absorb them." β
"Alfred?"
"It's the guy you're trapped."
Speaking of this, she paused, "He used to be a demon king, and after the demon tide receded, he fell from the throne, and although his strength was not one in a hundred, he still had control of the abyss realm, so he was barely able to use the tide mist. β
Hearing this alone, Melen obviously couldn't figure out what was going on.
But as the words continued, Mrs. Chelsea, who was sitting next to him, had already handed him a piece of paper full of words with some information on it.
This includes the circumstances before and after the summoning of the Mystic Knight last night, including the identity of the Mystic Knight who may be the Lord of the Dawn.
Mellen was stunned.
In fact, although the Holy Spirit went to him last night, he didn't say why he suddenly came to him.
The two sides did not talk about anything other than exchanging a secret.
Now that he saw this piece of paper, he suddenly understood.
It's just that, unlike Madame, when she saw that the Holy Spirit could follow some kind of connection to probe the summoned target, Merron had a thought and suspected that her mysterious knight's vest had been exposed.
Even, last night's strange question may have been deliberately tested by the other party.
"But I'm obviously not the so-called Lord of the Dawn, and there's no way this guy can believe I'm the Lord of the Dawn."
Raising his eyes to look at the blonde lady who was quietly observing him in the mirror, Melen said: "The seed of the world or something, let's not mention it for the time being, about this demon king, do you think I should let him go?" β
I almost didn't ask if the Demon King was your ally.
Mrs. Chelsea suspected that Alfred had been summoned by the Holy Spirit, and Mellen certainly had that speculation.
Otherwise, how could the timing be so coincidental?
"You'd better keep him locked up."
The Holy Spirit's statement is somewhat unexpected, "The seed of the world must not be exposed in the slightest, or woe will be." β
"Can this thing still be robbed?"
Mellen, who was free to retract the realm, raised his eyebrows when he heard this.
"I don't know, but it's for sure to be coveted."
She replied in a serious tone: "Very few people know about this kind of treasure, but every one of them is not easy to provoke. β
"That's ......"
Mellen nodded thoughtfully.
Because of the ease of getting it, he didn't think this field was so valuable before, but now that he sees the other party so cautious, of course he won't take it seriously.
It's just, when did the relationship between the two parties reach this point?
Mellen was strange about it.
In his view, this Holy Spirit was already very unexpected if he didn't trouble himself, and now he was kind enough to remind him?
Others will covet it, won't she?
Or, by saying this, he just let his guard down on her in order to think about the future?
But if that were the case, she wouldn't have to remind herself of the preciousness of this field.
And last night, she told such a secret......
Looking sideways at Mrs. Chelsea, who had been listening silently, he noticed that her expression was also very serious at this time.
The deep blue eyes were also looking at Merlen, and they were full of worry.
Feeling the carelessness of the thoughts, Melen couldn't help but lean in and kiss Madame's beautiful lips.
A familiar and seductive aura came to her face, and the lady trembled because of this, but did not resist.
It was only when she noticed that someone wanted to squeeze her teeth even further, but suddenly raised her arm and pressed his head into her arms to prevent him from continuing to mess around.
"Seriously, what are you doing? It's too unusual! β
She seemed a little upset.
"You'll have to help me, teacher."
Melen didn't care if the other party was really displeased, but pretended to be scared and said: "Even she can't say it's easy to provoke, how strong does that have to be?" β
"Before the restart of the magic tide, no matter how strong it is, it is limited."
Madame replied, and then couldn't help glaring at Melun.
Because while talking, this guy actually stayed in his arms and didn't leave, and he didn't honestly play with her fingers.
I don't know if this is an attitude of indifference in front of the Holy Spirit, or if it is not taken seriously at all.
Or is it just ...... Simply rubbing oil?
The movements between the two were blatant, completely forgetting that there was a third party here.
Looking at all this, the face of the "lady" in the mirror darkened significantly.
Although she does have the intention of matching these two guys, the matchmaking is not such a legal match.
I'm talking about business here, but it's inexplicable that I started kissing me and I'm up?
This is not taking yourself seriously at all!
"Normally, the Demon Tide really doesn't need to be too vigilant before, especially with the identity of the heir of Fort Saint Grant as protection."
Seeing the black-haired young man hiding in her teacher's arms and rubbing around, obviously not wanting to say anything, she gritted her teeth and said, "But have you forgotten the Fountain of Heaven?" β
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