You call this a black hand?

Where there are wizards, there is class.

Regardless of family background, if an ordinary person offends an apprentice wizard, the situation will be like an adult man facing a powerful beast with fangs exposed.

He could easily be killed.

But if this wizard apprentice is humiliated by an official wizard, he will basically not dare to let out a fart.

Because there is a clear gap in strength between the two sides.

Correspondingly, the hierarchy between the wizard family and the wizard family is also clearly defined.

When people from a small family meet members of a large family, they will inevitably feel fearful or even inferior.

But when he turned around, when the wizards of the small family faced those mixed-race wizards who did not have a family or were hated by the family, they were full of a sense of superiority.

However, although he comes from a young wizard family with low overall strength, Martin Boswell's status in the young wizard circle in Graham City is not low.

Even in wizard circles in other cities, no one dared to underestimate him.

The reason is simple. He and his family have a master.

Their owners are the Chelsea family who control Graham behind the scenes.

In other words, they are the successive heads of the family.

Martin remembers that when he was young, his master was an old gentleman named Richie Chelsea. He was kind and kind and was very loved by the people below.

It is said that he even hugged Martin as a child.

Although he had no impression of this, it did not prevent Martin from having a good impression of the old gentleman.

But now, his owner is the contemporary head of the family, Mrs. Isabella Chelsea.

Martin is afraid of her.

Although he rarely saw the lady.

But he has never forgotten that a childhood friend who was very good at playing was brutally exterminated because his entire family betrayed his wife who had just been promoted to the head of the family.

The massacre was actually not bloody. It could even be said that not a drop of blood was seen.

However, every time he thought about it, it made him shudder.

Because those people died from the mouths of countless black pythons.

One bite at a time, seemingly clean and tidy, but actually extremely cruel——

Because they have been given special spells, they can stay awake in the snake's belly without breathing or eating.

This is not the end.

After being swallowed by the python, everything they owned was turned into nutrients for breeding snake eggs and continued to serve the Chelsea family.

That batch of snake eggs seemed to number in the thousands...

This incident can be said to have been his shadow for many years.

Although this happened for a reason, Martin still couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness.

But on the other hand, Martin is proud to have an owner like Mrs. Chelsea.

Because she is cruel to her enemies but very generous to her own people.

Moreover, since being promoted to the head of the family, the Chelsea family's status in the overall wizarding circle has risen several levels.

This made them, as servants, very proud, and they gained a lot of glory.

Therefore, when Mrs. Chelsea gave Martin a task through his grandfather, who was a housekeeper, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep!

What does this prove?

Prove that I have a certain impression on Madam!

And if this mission is completed well, this impression will be transformed into a corresponding status!

"Unfortunately, the mission requires approaching a group of mixed-blood wizards..."

The only thing that Martin was not satisfied with was this. It felt like a city dweller about to go to the countryside to hang out with a group of old farmers. It was really not a good feeling.

But there was nothing he could do about it. It would be nice to have a task to do, but there was no room for him to be picky.

And just because of this, other wizards of the same age who serve the Chelsea family are still envious of him.

Among those peers, there are many who are better than Martin.

All I can say is that if you are good on your own, it is not as good as having someone by your master's side.

However, although he didn't think much of the group the target of this mission belonged to, when Martin actually contacted the members of the other party, he was very polite.

"Excuse me, what do I need to pay attention to?"

"You must first consider yourself a mixed-blood. Our organization does not allow pure-blood wizards to mix in."

The person who answered was a guy wearing a cloak, with strong features, and dressed like an ancient medieval monk.

He has a strong build, about thirty years old, and his shiny bald head seems to be reflecting light under the candlelight.

"Secondly, you need to forge the traces of spellcasting inside your wand. Many of the spells are unique to pure-blood wizards."

"This...I didn't pay attention to this before coming here..."

"With 200 grams of ghost dust, I can help you clean away those special traces."

"Is this too expensive? With this much money, I can buy another basic wand!"

"If you think a blank wand can fool you, I'm fine with that."

"...Okay, I agree to this deal. You go on."

"Your Book of Secrets needs to be forged. The examiner will focus on observing the communication list in your book. This can easily reveal your identity as a pure-blood wizard."

"Uh... I didn't prepare this in advance..."

"For 500 grams of ghost dust, I can give you a forged ten-page edition. If you want more pages, you can pay more."

"Why don't you go and grab it? The ten-page version only sells for 400 grams in the store!"

"Can't afford it?"

"How is this possible!? It's just that yours is too expensive..."

"Then just buy a blank copy, and then figure out how to forge the address list yourself, so that it will be easier for others to believe your identity."

"...Forget it, five hundred is five hundred. Is there anything else I should pay attention to?"

The two of them were now in a dimly lit small room.

Baldhead is an insider found for him by Martin's grandfather, who will help Martin initially integrate into an organization called the "Mixed-Blood Wizard Rights Protection Association."

Only by integrating into this organization can Martin get close to the illegitimate son of former guard captain Brady.

Only by getting close to the illegitimate son could he obtain clues related to the assassination of Mrs. Chelsea——

Or prove that the illegitimate child is not involved at all.

Martin actually felt very strange about this, because if he wanted to investigate the illegitimate child, wouldn't it be enough to send someone to arrest him and then interrogate him?

As for putting so much effort into getting him close?

But the strange thing is that he is not qualified to give advice to Mrs. Chelsea. He muttered a few words in front of his grandfather, and even got a scolding.

And if this were not the case, how could I have gotten this opportunity?

"Because there have been several rape incidents in the past, the organization's current review process for recruiting new members is very strict. Your family, growth experience, skills, knowledge, interpersonal relationships, etc. will be reviewed in turn."

After all the previously agreed-upon transactions were completed, the bald man said in a solemn tone: "Since you can stand here, it proves that these have been taken care of. But I still need to remind you that you must be careful when facing the assessment."

"I understand."

Martin nodded with a serious expression.

So the two of them walked out of the dark little house.

Outside the small house is a dirty street, and across the street is a row of old apartments.

Behind the apartment, the whine of the train whistle was endless, accompanied by a large amount of black smoke slowly rising from that direction.

Obviously, this place is close to Graham's logistics area, and the living environment is poor, no different from a slum.

The destination that Baldhead and Martin are headed for is in a certain apartment in this area.

This is of course not to say that this group of mixed-race wizards are worse off than ordinary rich people, but out of concealment considerations——

Although Graham's controller, Mrs. Chelsea, would not embarrass them, there were always those pure-blood wizards with extreme ideas who wanted to come and cause trouble.

As long as no one is killed, Madam will basically not care.

Before coming here, Martin already knew about this. He also knew that there had been purebloods who had killed someone, but the murderer was thrown into a snake den by his wife and met a miserable end.

For this reason, the Chelsea family has offended several pure-blood families. However, due to Madam's tough tactics, those families did not dare to come and cause trouble.

…

Martin knew more than that.

Among them is how to disguise yourself so that you can be more like a wild wizard who hopes to find an organization to cuddle up with for warmth.

Therefore, even though he was at a loss for words several times in the subsequent assessment, the gray-haired old assessor never showed a smile.

But in the end, he successfully passed the examination and became a member of the Mixed-blood Association.

"Since it was introduced by Russell, let him explain the next arrangements to you."

After saying this, the examiner waved his hand, indicating that they could leave.

Martin breathed a sigh of relief, and then walked out of the assessment place, which looked like a clothing store, together with the bald man named Russell.

"Next, I will take you to apply for an apartment dormitory. You can usually live in the dormitory, or you can go out and stay in a hotel by yourself, but this will be very inconvenient, so I suggest you live in the dormitory."

"Is this a single room?"

"certainly."

"Then I'll live in the dormitory."

"In this case, you need to participate in the daily cleaning schedule. Specifically-"

As he was talking, the door of the clothing store behind him was suddenly pushed open, and a figure in gray robe quickly passed by.

Martin was shocked to find that the figure was the old assessor who had assessed him before. At this moment, he burst out at a speed that was not suitable for his age and ran towards the end of the street!

There was obviously a hint of anxiety on his face.

What's wrong with him?

The two looked at each other, couldn't help their curiosity, and ran over.

Then, they saw a robbing scene that left Martin speechless.

"Graham East is our association's territory. Your Meteorological Association has crossed the line this time!"

The old examiner, who had a cold face before, was now holding on to the collar of a middle-aged man with his beard and eyes wide open.

His tone tended to be a roar, and he sprayed the other person's face with Tumo Xingzi.

"If you don't want me to argue with your president, get out of here!"

"To be precise, Graham is Mrs. Chelsea's territory. How dare you say it is yours?"

The middle-aged man asked angrily, "You have a bad temper. Why didn't you say that in front of my wife?"

"This division is the acquiescence of Madam!"

"Oh? Where is the specific document?"

"I've already said it's the acquiescence! Do you understand human language!?"

"..."

"..."

…

"Didn't you say that your organization is very strict in recruiting people?"

After watching the excitement for a long time, Martin finally understood what was going on. He turned his eyes to the bald man next to him with a very dissatisfied expression.

Why, I, a pure-blooded person, condescended to come here to join your mixed-blood group, spent a lot of money, and was treated like a grandson and asked questions for a long time.

As a result, someone just happened to meet a wild little wizard with wizard blood when passing by here, and they just let him join without caring about anything?

Not only did he join, but those two guys actually grabbed him??

Who are you trying to kill?!

"This is normal."

After taking a few glances at the black-haired boy not far away who was dumbfounded because of being robbed, the bald man explained: "Before coming, you should have understood the original intention and purpose of our organization, right?"

"Cultivate as many mixed-race wizards as possible, enter wizard schools in various places, make a wide range of connections, and ultimately improve the status of all mixed-race wizards in the wizarding class."

Martin said in a weird voice: "So, do you think that guy has better foundation than me, or has better ability than me, or has better connections than me?"

"None of that."

The bald head said: "But his appearance is better than yours, not a little better, but much better. I can even say that you may not be able to find such a one among ten thousand wizards."

"...Maybe my ears are wrong?"

"You heard me right, that's what I meant."

Baldhead bluntly pointed out, "The goal of our organization is to cultivate talents to fight for status for the mixed-race class."

"In other words, we are to train more of our own people to go to those old guys who control the entire wizarding world, or the little guys who will control the wizarding world in the future, and ask them to be our backers, so that we can make some important decisions.

Speak for us unpopular half-breeds."

"What kind of person do you think is more suitable for this goal?"

"Shouldn't it be ability?"

"Wrong! Not to mention that the growth resources that mixed-bloods can obtain are completely incomparable to those of pure-bloods. Those big shots and future big shots also have no shortage of capable subordinates."

"Pure bloods from small families are eager to work for them - I think you should know this better than me."

"..."

"So you understand what we are looking for? Yes, it's the appearance."

"It's not fair, but that's the reality. No matter how good you are at some things, you can't compare to that kind of person over there. You'll get more benefits by going to a big shot and pretending to be pitiful and begging for help."

"..."

Martin opened his mouth to refute, but in the end he said nothing.

Then he shut down.

What made him even more depressed was that when the competition became fierce and the two asked the client which association he wanted to join, the client was actually unwilling to join the mixed-race association that Martin had finally managed to get into!

However, I don’t know what the old examiner secretly promised, and the person involved hesitantly agreed to join.

This farce is barely over.

Martin, who was in a very unhappy mood, was later assigned by the bald man to an old bedroom that seemed to be somewhat moldy as his dormitory.

Then when he saw who his neighbor was who lived in a clean and decorated room across the door, he felt even worse.

"Hello."

A young man of the same age with black hair greeted him as he went out, his smile full of sunshine.

"I am--"

"Go away!"

Martin responded angrily: "I don't want to know you!"