You call this a black hand?

The environment is relaxing and the air is sweet.

The exquisite classical villa stands in the sun, dazzling in white, and seems to be faintly glowing.

Standing at the gate of the villa with his suitcase in hand, Meren twitched his lips and looked frustrated as he stared at the familiar building in front of him.

A week ago, after he discovered that even if he practiced the breathing method to the master level, he would inevitably die, he resolutely took up the task that he had failed to do before——

Run away.

Mellen thought that as long as he stayed away from Mrs. Chelsea, who was full of doubts, he would not die from this.

However, the ideal is full, but the reality is very cruel.

Go to the countryside, hide in a small city in the next county, go to the beach, and even risk taking an airship to hide in a small island country near the Black Thorn Kingdom...

I went through a lot of troubles one after another, but to no avail!

Die or die!

"Why is this happening?"

"What did I do wrong that you have to target me like this?"

"What's the problem?"

Many questions were always filling Mellen's mind, leaving him at a loss. He even began to wonder if his golden finger was broken.

After all, judging from the existing clues, it is impossible for him to die of dehydration no matter what?

Moreover, he had already hid so far away, and even the tail behind his butt was swung clean, so how could he still be found after this?

This is unreasonable!

But no matter how you say it, facts have proven that running away cannot solve the problem.

So in the end, Mellen had no choice but to return to Graham and choose the same old path again——

Face the problem head on.

However, this direct confrontation does not mean going to Mrs. Chelsea again to ask for a solution, but to obtain knowledge to solve the problem through other channels.

"Whatever is missing, make up for."

Muttering these words, Meren pushed open the iron door, was greeted by a group of servants, ate, washed, tidied up and bowed, and finally sat on a chair in the study.

After taking a deep breath, Mellen lowered his eyes slightly.

He began to empty his mind, keep a little clarity in his core, and spread his thoughts around.

After a while, Mellen entered a very strange state.

Ethereal, ethereal, nothingness...

At this moment, most of Mellen's soul seemed to have left his body and integrated into the entire study, with only a small part still existing in his body.

This state gave him a very clear perception of the entire study.

The inconspicuous crack in the corner of the wall, the wormhole that emptied the corner of the bookcase, the ants that were looking for food, and the nasty mosquito that was buzzing around his legs and seemed to be thinking about where to bite...

Although a week of running around did not prevent Mellen's death, he was not without gains during this period.

Mellen's gains are of two kinds.

The first one, brought about by the master-level breathing method, is not only the improvement of physical fitness in all aspects, but also his super control over his body.

After getting familiar with the enhanced body, and using this kind of control, Meren has been able to change himself from the dazzling appearance of a maid whose mind went blank when she saw it, to the condition of a normal person.

Although the changes in his hard qualities have made it impossible for his overall appearance to return to its original appearance, at least he does not look like a master who has practiced breathing techniques to the extreme.

This is very covert.

Mellen felt that no one would realize how good his physical fitness was unless he was fighting hand-to-hand.

The second is his current state.

This state originated from the situation when he felt that things around him were constantly penetrating into his body after he reached the master level of breathing method.

Mellen's idea at the time was very simple, why can you enter my body freely, but I can't reverse it and cum in you?

So in conjunction with his "psychic power", this special ethereal state was mastered by him in a confused way.

What is it used for?

Normally, it seems that it is really useless, because although he can "turn himself into a study room", he cannot have the slightest impact on the things in the study room.

But combined with the skill he initially acquired, this state is very useful——

Snake sect psychic deduction method.

The function of this medium is communication.

Communicate with dead bodies, communicate with animals, communicate with people, and even communicate with the world.

It is a very special skill and cannot be called a spell, because even an ordinary person can use it as long as he masters the relevant knowledge.

However, beyond this, there is a huge limitation.

That is to use this skill, which requires a large amount, or can be said to be a massive amount of "ritual materials".

It’s just about the materials. The key is that these materials seem to be very high-end.

Meren has never heard of any of the Kraken's Throat, Ghost Dust, Dead Blood Flower Juice, and Giant Eyeballs.

It's not just about finding these materials, it also requires a lot of energy to process these materials, and then the formal ceremony layout can be carried out——

Ordinary people can arrange the ceremony, as long as they have a deep enough understanding of the knowledge related to the ceremony and no mistakes will be made during the process.

But handling and processing materials cannot be done, because it is actually a professional skill, and you cannot handle it how you want.

Therefore, this ability is a useless skill for the original Melen.

But now that he has "become a study", useless skills can be easily used by him.

Once mastered, the Snake School's psychic deduction method is at the master level, and Meren's understanding of this skill is very profound.

So he clearly knew that the purpose of those rituals and the materials used to arrange them was actually very pure, which was to establish a deep enough connection with the world around them.

Then proceed to channeling.

But now, Melen is already part of this world, or rather a part of it.

Is it normal to skip those tedious steps and go directly to channeling?

Originally, Mellen was not sure about this, but he did several experiments before returning and the results were exactly as he expected.

This is also the main reason why Meren is confident that he can solve the problem without thinking about hugging the rich woman's lap.

"The Weather Wizards Association is recruiting new members."

Because this channeling technique has been used to determine who has the specific solution to the problem, Mellen's goal is now very clear.

As his mind wandered, he took out a piece of white letter paper from the desk drawer, then picked up a quill pen and wrote a few paragraphs on the letter paper -

"I'm a reserve wizard."

"Thus, I can understand the methods and channels for the Weather Wizards Association to recruit new members."

The ink passed through the pen tip and turned into three sentences with a faint fragrance on the paper. Mellen, who was sitting in the chair, then put down his quill, lowered his eyes, and leaned back on the chair.

A large number of images immediately appeared in his mind, illusory and hazy, set off by white mist, like a mirage.

There was a masked man in a gray robe standing motionless in the storm, and there was a teenager in a certain apartment room who was being seriously questioned by another adult.

Papers filled with rules and regulations were distributed to many people, and there was also a neatly dressed gentleman sitting on a chair, playing with a golden coin suspended out of thin air...

The three-stage interpretation seemed to provide search conditions for the psychic, and then based on these conditions, all the "answers" closest to Mellen were instilled into his mind.

The combination of many pictures allowed Meren to clearly understand how the weather wizard association's process and standards for recruiting new members were customized.

So when Mellen released his unique ethereal state and stood up from the chair, he already knew what he should do.

…

Mellen's lifesaver was a spell.

A spell that allows his body to store water.

This spell is very special. It seems to be a unique secret skill passed down from a certain wizard's family and cannot be found anywhere else.

And that wizard is a member of the Weather Wizards Association.

If Melen wants to get spells from the opponent, he needs to get close to him first.

This can be divided into approaching in private and approaching in formal situations.

Considering that he should also learn some common sense about wizards, Meren decided to contact the target by infiltrating the association.

This is not difficult. After learning about psychics just now, Mellen even thought that the process of joining that organization would be very simple.

Because he possesses some necessary qualities that the organization desperately needs!

"Through the constant intake of things in the surrounding environment, I basically no longer need to eat. Next, I will store a pile of water to match my current strong vitality...

There shouldn’t be any other way to die, right?”

Mellen thought about it as he walked outside, feeling that it shouldn't be a big problem.

In fact, the best way to solve your own mortality is to find the root cause of the problem.

But unfortunately, the last time he saw Mrs. Chelsea, Mellen vaguely realized that the other party might not know what was going on.

At the same time, he tried to use channeling to find the answer to this question, but what he found was a fog.

It seems that his level is not enough.

That may have something to do with the bits in the properties panel.

Mellen is not very sure about this, there are too few clues for comparison...

While thinking, he had already walked out of his yard and walked towards the address obtained by the psychic.

But Melen did not notice that a silver-haired old man wearing a black formal suit and holding a cane was looking at him quietly under the kerosene street lamp next to the door.

That was clearly Mrs. Chelsea's old housekeeper.

I don’t know what method he used, but he was able to prevent Melen from noticing his existence!

Seeing Mellen leaving on foot, a flash of doubt flashed in the steward's eyes, and then he followed him up.