You call this a black hand?

Because the firstborn Son of destiny has arrived, He will lift up the light of truth that drives away lies, take away the disease and death that deceives all living beings, and restore the world to its original appearance——

"The Future of the Original Sacred Scripture: The Third Prophecy of the Disciples"

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In the United Kingdom of Blackthorn, on the outskirts of the port city of Graham, an elegant manor surrounded by neat green lawns is very busy at the moment.

The sound of violins floated in the air, and a large number of waiters shuttled back and forth in the kitchen and reception hall.

Under the exquisite circular chandelier, some gentlemen in tuxedos and white shirts occasionally invited ladies wearing wide-brimmed gauze hats to dance on the dance floor.

More guests gathered around the dance floor in twos and threes, talking about topics of interest to them.

Their voices are generally very soft, but when there are more people talking, a buzzing sound is inevitable.

Along with the continuous music all around, it made Mrs. Chelsea frown.

She didn't like the atmosphere here, even though she was the one hosting the party, she still didn't like it.

"Don't have any illusions about so-called social situations. Those people are not so much looking forward to making friends with you as they are trying to drag you into the bushes in the back garden to do whatever they want with you."

Not long ago, she used these words to reject her daughter's request to attend a party.

It was obvious that her daughter was dissatisfied with this. The girl in her prime had already begun to be interested in the trivial things in the bushes in the back garden - this was the main reason why Mrs. Chelsea was so guarded against her.

A young girl entangled in the restlessness of growing up is easily tempted, especially when there is a "big killer" in the banquet hall.

Thinking about it, Mrs. Chelsea unconsciously glanced at a figure in the distance.

The man was sitting at a table in the corner of the hall reading a book at the moment. The dim light made his facial features slightly hazy, but the haziness revealed a touch of mysterious beauty.

It was silent, but it aroused frequent glances from the ladies and ladies around him.

However, if you look closely, you can see that there is a hint of childishness in the elegant and three-dimensional face of the other party - short black hair and blue eyes. He is obviously fifteen or sixteen years old, about the same age as her daughter.

It is actually not normal for this age group to attend such a social dinner, but since I was invited, there is a reason.

Mellon Gilbert.

His father is a wealthy local real estate businessman, and his mother is a famous domestic writer and thinker. She once participated in organizing the sensational women's suffrage movement and was very influential among women's groups across the country.

In addition, he has an older brother who runs a newspaper in this city and is said to be very capable.

Of course, if that's all, it doesn't mean that this young man is a big killer. There are many young ladies like Chelsea with good family background and outstanding appearance.

In fact, beneath the surface, Melen also has a rarely-known identity, that is, he is a famous fairy tale writer in China.

According to the information investigated by Mrs. Chelsea, Mellen began his writing career when he was seven years old. As of now, he has published seventeen books, each of which has a special meaning in the hearts of children at home and abroad.

same general influence.

And her daughter happens to be a fan of this book, and she is a very fanatical one. It can be said that she has grown up reading this book.

It’s just a book lover. The problem is that my daughter didn’t know where she found out a while ago that her idol lives in the same city as her, and she actually revealed that she wanted to visit her.

Fortunately, Mellen's identity as a writer was not exposed, and Mrs. Chelsea was able to invite her daughter to come and see the situation before she acted.

The sight of it startled her.

She originally thought that a writer who could write such childlike stories must be an experienced old man, but to her surprise, she turned out to be one year younger than her daughter!

This means we have to be careful——

To say that for a normal aristocratic family, it is not difficult to accept such a young talent coming into contact with their daughter.

After all, this era is no longer the blood-only era in the early years. The rise of the bourgeoisie has shattered the rule of the old aristocracy. The pride of the knights and lords in the past has long been washed away by the torrent of industrialization into the garbage of history.

In the barrel.

But Mrs. Chelsea’s family is not a normal aristocratic family.

But a pure-blood wizard family.

What they rely on for a living is not worldly assets and glorious family history, but the magic in their hands and the supernatural knowledge in their minds.

It can be said that what a being like Mrs. Chelsea can see and what ordinary people can come into contact with are completely two different worlds.

A lion may condescend to befriend an ant, but if an ant really catches the eye of a lion, it will definitely not be a simple ant.

But say a lion wants to marry an ant?

Such a thing is simply unthinkable.

This is Mrs. Chelsea's idea.

And her daughter, because of her age, has not yet fully formed this concept.

So we have to guard against it.

However, there is no need to guard against it for long...

Converging her gaze, Mrs. Chelsea then looked at a gorgeous load-bearing column not far from the hall.

There, the housekeeper was leading a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old to wait quietly.

That was the fiancé she found for her daughter.

They also come from a family of pure-blood wizards, so they are a perfect match.

…

Mellen's head hurt a little at the moment.

This was not because of the heat-wave-like noise around him, but because when he was just reading the book, his past life memories were completely awakened.

That's right, it's waking up.

Looking back at the past at this time, he was very sure that he had traveled from the earth to this place similar to nineteenth-century Europe when he was still in his mother's womb.

At the beginning of the time travel, his brain was obviously unable to accommodate the massive amount of memories in the information age of his previous life, so most of the memories were sleeping deep in his body from the beginning, and were slowly integrated as he grew older.

This allowed him to have many wild and fantastic ideas since he was a child, and those ideas were combined with "indigenous thinking" and "vented" through writing.

As a result, Mellen became famous early and became a talented writer.

In the past, he actually didn't understand where those continuous inspirations came from.

Until just now, the only remaining part of his memory finally emerged, allowing him to completely wake up and understand that he was a time traveler.

"And he's also a time traveler with a golden finger."

The young man in the corner secretly thought to himself, his eyes full of scrutiny when he looked at the book in his hand.

This book is called "The Inheritor of the Mysterious Legacy" and it describes the story of a country similar to the United States that gained independence from its mother country a hundred years ago after acquiring powerful weapons left over from the civilization of the previous era.

According to Mellen's understanding, historians are not yet sure that there have been other civilizations in this world.

So it's obvious that this is a recreational read to pass the time when you're bored.

However, what I can see at this moment is that the black text in the preface of the book is slowly squirming, twisting and changing towards another appearance——

【Fate number: 0】

【Personality: 0】

[Skills learned: writing (proficient), violin (proficient), piano (beginner)]

…

This appears to be a "Properties Panel".

What is the fatal number?

What about the personality?

Why haven’t the things I learned in my previous life been reflected?

In this life, I am still a theological genius. My school teachers often praise me, but I don’t even have it?

Mellen felt confused about this "panel."

However, before he could think about the rules in detail, a unique attraction emerged from the bottom of his heart.

Following this feeling, he saw a brown-haired young man not far away who was also staying in the corner, leaning against the wall of the hall with a sad expression.

Mellen knew the other person, an introverted young man named Garcia Parker who came from a family of magicians.

However, due to his age, he had no in-depth contact with the other person. He only remembered that the other person was a man of few words and shy, and was very unsuitable for a job like a magician.

When I looked at him at this moment, I didn't find anything special about him.

But on the book in Mellen's hand, or under the panel, a new line of text appeared -

[Three days later, Garcia Parker will go to the new world with his parents. He will never have the chance to get to know Winnie Kate, the aristocratic lady he has secretly loved for a long time. This will make him regret for the rest of his life. ]

…

The New World is the continent where the "America" ​​described in the book is located. Because it is far away, people who go there rarely have the chance to come back.

As for Winnie Kate.

This name made Mellen turn his attention to the other side of the banquet, where a fat figure was talking with a group of young people.

"This guy's aesthetic sense is really extraordinary."

After thinking about it, Meren put down the book in his hand, walked up to the brown-haired young man and whispered to him, then ignored the other person's surprised look and walked toward the group of fat ladies.

"Sorry to bother you,"

In the southeast corner of the bustling banquet hall, Mellen, who was pretending to be passing by, suddenly stopped in front of the group of people and asked, "Are you discussing photography?"

"Uh, that's right."

Someone responded one after another, feeling a little surprised by the appearance of the big boy in front of them, "What's the matter?"

"I recently heard about a method of making a developer using coffee and salt, but I have never tried it."

Mellen lied without hesitation and said: "Perhaps you have also heard of this method?"

"Coffee and salt?"

Several people were very surprised by this statement.

"How can this be?"

"Where did you hear that?"

"I only know that coffee and salt are both for eating..."

Photography in this era is not popular. The camera is as heavy as a wooden box and requires very tedious steps to get a photo.

Melen actually didn't understand much about this, but that didn't stop him from casually picking up a few keywords in his mind and daring to strike up a conversation.

Picking up a conversation is very scary for people with social fears, but it is not difficult for people like Mellen.

As long as he has a suitable excuse to interrupt the conversation and guide the topic without leaving any trace, he will naturally become friends with others.

For example, right now, in just a few words, Mellen has successfully integrated into the conversation among this group of people.

Within five minutes, the topic shifted from photography to magic - this is exactly the field that the brown-haired young man Garcia Parker is good at. This guy has always followed Melen's butt before.

Therefore, when Mellen lied about going to the bathroom and left the circle, Garcia Park was already stumbling to explain the bluffing tricks to the fat lady he had a crush on for a long time.

A few new lines of text then appeared on the book in Mellen's hand.

[You rewrote the fate of Garcia Park]

[You have gained destiny X1]

[You can use fate to randomly select a skill from the opponent in the normal way]

…

[You can also explore this destiny and try to use it in other fields]

…

"Draw randomly?"

The numbers corresponding to the destiny were gray. Mellen stretched out his hand and touched it, and the gray instantly jumped out of the page, entangled and integrated into Mellen's fingers.

A strange feeling of twisted bones emerged from his hands, and along with it, a memory emerged from the depths of his mind.

[You have obtained card magic (mastery)]

…

"It's so convenient?"

The knowledge in his mind seemed to have been learned for many years and was remembered very deeply. When he moved his fingers, he found that his hands were obviously more flexible, as if they had been trained for a long time.

Therefore, Mellen couldn't help but look at another figure who was attractive to him in the banquet hall.

It was a lady wearing a black waist-cinching evening gown. She looked to be less than thirty years old, with fair skin, gorgeous long blond hair tied up high, and a delicate lace gauze hat popular in this era.

At this moment, she was sitting on the sofa not far away, chatting softly with a blond boy opposite. She behaved elegantly and had a calm expression. One hand was placed dignifiedly on the table, and the other hand held a tall wine glass, which reached to her elbow.

The white velvet gloves look particularly dazzling under the bright light.

She is the host of this banquet, Lady Isabella Chelsea.

Although Mellen is not afraid of society, he is actually not interested in this kind of social banquet. He was invited here entirely because of Mrs. Chelsea.

Mrs. Chelsea was very beautiful. Her figure sitting on the sofa was as delicate as a water snake. Her expression and demeanor when speaking were full of a calm and strong woman's temperament.

Very much in line with Mellen’s XP.

Mellen felt that if he had to choose a first girlfriend in this world, no one would be more suitable for him than this lady.

However, when he looked at the other person, the words that appeared on the page in his hand made him feel very surprised.

[Isabella Chelsea, who was born in an ancient mysterious family, did not encounter many setbacks while growing up, so there is a great deal of arrogance in her character, which is obviously not a good quality. 】

…

[Tomorrow at noon, Isabella Chelsea will be assassinated for her arrogance.]