You Call This the Black Man Behind the Scenes? Chapter 170

When her daughter begged the students for water, Mrs. Chelsea was in the parlour, and a thin old man in grey robes was talking about the two Practitioners imprisoned in the manor.

"I was surprised when Guderian mentioned the cult bill."

The old man's voice was low, full of convincing stability.

"Because Isabella Chelsea doesn't seem to have a reason to help us as a group of people, as far as I know."

"And I was equally surprised when I found out that Guderian was imprisoned by Isabella Chelsea. What reason could a good person who had released good intentions suddenly order her guest to be imprisoned?"

"What do you think is the reason?"

Mrs. Chelsea asked in a very polite tone, but her expression was as dignified and calm as before. In her elbow-length white gloves, she even held a cup of steaming lemon tea.

"He must have offended Miss Isabella unintentionally."

The old man said: "But how to offend, I don't know."

"He attacked a relative of mine."

The lady said directly: "Although there are no consequences, an attack is an attack."

This is obviously an unexpected answer.

The gray-robed old man was stunned for this, and then he was puzzled, "It's really crazy... Why is he so irrational?"

"Because he believes that my relative is the so-called destiny voter."

When she said this, Mrs. Chelsea's eyes never took her eyes off the other's face.

So she managed to capture it. After hearing the words, this ordinary-looking old man flashed a hint of surprise in his eyes.

But then, he didn't say anything else, just shook his head helplessly.

"Voters are indeed important, but under the watchful eye of fate, everything is actually fixed. Guderian's insistence will have the opposite effect..."

"So, maybe you can explain, what exactly does this identity mean?"

Madam said indifferently: "It's about my relative, I hope you can explain it a bit more, so that the misunderstanding between the two sides can be resolved more easily."

"All I can say is that if Miss Isabella thinks our original truth religion is good, then the voter status is good."

The old man named Luca replied: "It's not that I'm trying to hide something, but because we can't see into the future of all those who are involved in fate."

This is obviously not a satisfactory answer.

Mrs Chelsea frowned.

After the old man thought about it, he raised his hand and tapped lightly on the solid wood reception table between the two sides.

As a result, many names emerged one after another on the surface of the table, as profound as they were carved.

"These names correspond to the voter information we have collected over the years."

Under Mrs. Chelsea's thoughtful gaze, he said, "If Miss Isabella is worried, you can go to observe or even contact them. If you really want to encounter bad things, it can also serve as a warning."

This sounds weird.

But being able to come up with such a secret can be regarded as showing the sincere attitude of the old man.

Madam pondered for a moment, and then said, "Your two churchmates are being held in the manor's dungeon. Perhaps you would like to meet them before discussing some practical issues?"

"That's a huge thank you."

The old man nodded in answer.

So under the guidance of a servant, he got up and walked towards the dungeon.

Mrs. Chelsea did not follow, but sat in the same position, waiting for the other party to return, thinking about some of the previous conversations.

Before talking about the two imprisoned truth believers, the two sides have actually discussed the business—

The original Truth Cult hoped to obtain the political and financial support of the Chelsea family, while the Truth believers could assist the Chelsea family in many things in the future.

Simply put, this is actually a relationship between an investor and an investee.

Until then, Mrs. Chelsea might have dismissed it, because the Practitioners were a notorious bunch of lunatics and had no investment value at all.

But now, after that ceremony, the lunatics have become a hot commodity.

Of course, this kind of investment is actually very risky because it is uncertain whether the birth of the Destiny Child will be a disaster or a blessing for people.

However, the risk is greater, and the possible return is greater.

Able to break into such a large business, Mrs Chelsea is an adventurous person on many occasions.

Not to mention, she also has a student who is a voter, and she is destined to be entangled with the original truth religion in the future.

So she has no worries about it.

However, compared to investment, Madam actually wants to find out everything about Destiny Child from the old man.

More importantly, what exactly did Destiny Child announce?

Unfortunately, the other party did not tell the truth about this matter.

He just claimed that if they thought it was necessary to make this announcement public, the Church of Primitive Truth would tell the Chelsea family first.

In addition, the old man did not hide their plans to continue offering sacrifices in the next step.

Only the specific details were also not disclosed.

"But it should not be out of the scope of the magic tide..."

Sitting alone in the living room waiting, Mrs. Chelsea recalled everything the mysterious man had told her.

But there are still too few clues, and she can't figure out what to do.

So gradually, the focus of my wife's thinking shifted to the matter between the student and her daughter unconsciously.

In other words, she is very concerned about the current state of her daughter.

Is that sub-personality conjecture correct?

It is also impossible to know the result of this kind of thing just by thinking, so she took out the book of secret words and turned the page to the page corresponding to her student.

There was not the slightest message on it, causing Mrs. Chelsea to frown.

It's been a long time since her daughter went to find Mellen. It stands to reason that Melun should know that he cares about this matter... Why hasn't he heard anything yet?

"Did something happen again?"

"Impossible, if there is an accident, he should contact me even more..."

Muttering like this, Madam couldn't help but want to send a question to the other party.

But halfway through the handwriting, she suddenly stopped.

Because Mrs. Chelsea suddenly realized that she didn't know why, but she became less and less calm in front of the students!

In other words, if there is any idea, I rarely want to endure it, but directly ask...

Although this matter is about her daughter, the established situation will not change because of her urging, so there is no need to say anything more about it~www.mtlnovel.com~ Waiting quietly is the correct way.

Why do you want to ask?

Are you worried about your daughter?

Or subconsciously, do not feel that it is necessary to let go of a prudent bearing in front of students?

Madam can't understand her current attitude.

But after thinking about it, she still sent this sentence to the past.

As a result, it took several minutes for the other side to respond.

"No big surprise, teacher, my guess is correct, and the effect of your plan is also obvious."

"It's just that Alyssa is a little emotional now, and I'm trying to reassure her."

The responses didn't look unusual, but the handwriting was very scribbled, quite different from the finely written text of the students of the past.

However, Madam didn't think much about it, thinking that Mellon was just trying to appease her daughter, so she took the time to reply.

"It's good to have an effect."

She breathed a sigh of relief, and then replied with a smile: "You are busy first, I still have some things to do. I will go to you later, and the details will be discussed later."

"Okay, okay."

The still scribbled handwriting came right after, making the lady feel inexplicably happy.

However, she closed the book of secret words immediately, and no longer wanted to disturb the communication between the two young people.

Instead, she wondered, what should she say next so that she can get a suitable compensation for her students?

After all, attacking one's own students in one's own home, such a bad thing, it is too little to rely on a sword as compensation.

Mellen would, she would not.

Chapter end