You call this a black hand?

Mellen felt that the short, round-faced boy who lived across from him might have some mental problems.

I greeted him in a friendly manner, but I didn't get any positive response. Instead, I received a very bad attitude.

After saying the next sentence, there was a bang, and the little round face with an angry expression slammed the door and returned to his bedroom.

"What an inexplicable person..."

After muttering, Meren didn't take it seriously and went downstairs along the stairs at the end of the dim corridor.

There was a slight change in plans.

He originally wanted to join the meteorological association, and the way to join was to pretend to pass by the other party's members on the street, and then use his third hand to steal things.

Normal wizards would disdain to steal ordinary people's items because they are of no use.

Therefore, Mellen's behavior can be proven without any trace that he is a newbie who has the talent of a wizard but has not been exposed to the wizarding circle.

Conceptually, they still regard worldly things as treasures.

Then, nothing needs to be done.

After understanding the relevant information, Mellen believed that with his appearance, those wizarding organizations that were particularly interested in appearance would warmly welcome him to join.

Moreover, my wealth is clean, I am not afraid of investigation at all, and I will not cause any trouble.

This is simply a stock with absolute potential for carrying out the "beautiful man trick"!

This is also true. When he showed a little specialness on the street, the member of the Meteorological Association came over to ask questions, then took him and prepared to take him back to write the application form for the association.

The surprise happened precisely at this point.

He hadn't walked a few steps when a little old man appeared out of nowhere. After taking a look at Mellen, he started fighting with the member of the Meteorological Association.

They also said that this street is their territory.

Of course, Mellen would not change his mind because of this. After all, his goal was to join the Meteorological Association and get close to one of its members.

I have never considered which organization is larger, has more resources, or has greater long-term development potential.

However, the other party's words convinced him.

It wasn't words on the surface, but what she said to him quietly through a method similar to voice transmission.

"The Meteorological Association is a subsidiary organization of our Half-blood Wizards Rights Protection Association. We also have the resources that their association has, and we also have the resources that they don't have."

"After joining our association, I can apply for subsidy funds for you, about 500 grams of ghost dust every month. At the same time, I will provide you with a complete set of equipment that a wizard should have for free, and support you to the greatest extent to enter the wizard school within our ability."

"If you perform well, I can even get you admission to a top wizard school. This is an opportunity that many people can't even imagine. Our president spent a lot of energy to get it. Now we know

Not many people have heard this news..."

"What? Still unwilling? What do you like about the Meteorological Association?"

"Spells related to rain... Boy, don't listen to their deception. Do you think their magic can make a city rain heavily out of thin air? In fact, that kind of magic uses a special thing to hold several tons of water.

Sprinkle it on the ground and pretend it’s raining.”

"You want that kind of spell? Okay, it doesn't matter. I have some friendship with the president of the Meteorological Association. If you are really interested in their spell, I can help you get it. As long as you join us..."

…

After sneaking into the Meteorological Association, you may not be able to successfully obtain spells from the target, but if other wizards make a relevant commitment, then this matter can be considered.

In addition, Mellen found that although the two sides were fighting over each other with red faces, the member of the Meteorological Association was obviously afraid of the little old man.

Even though his face was sprayed with spittle, he only dared to move his mouth and didn't dare to fight back at all.

There is an obvious difference in status.

So Meren joined the so-called Half-blood Wizards Rights Protection Association.

"But where did the old man hear the news and run to rob someone?"

Mellen was still thinking about this problem when he left the dormitory corridor and went down the stairs.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for a small character like him to go fishing on that street and attract anyone's attention...

That mysterious Lady Chelsea?

Mellen would understand if her people were paying attention to her.

After all, not long ago he got rid of a group of followers.

And when he came back this time, he didn't do much to conceal his whereabouts.

But what does that lady have to do with an organization like the Mixed Race Society?

She has no reason to guide herself to join this organization, right?

As for such a big shot, how about going through such twists and turns with a small character like him?

There seems to be a lot of doubt about this matter, but the possibility of coincidence cannot be ruled out.

Therefore, Mellen currently does not feel that there is any risk in joining this organization.

…

The residence Mellen was assigned to was an apartment building with a small overall area.

The first floor is a hall, decorated like a club.

At this time, there were several boys and girls sitting on the sofa in the corner talking about something. When Mellen came down, they did not say hello, but looked at him with curious expressions.

In this day and age, there are many more socially anxious people than in modern times.

Meren didn't care about this either. After nodding towards these peers, he walked towards an office at the corner of the first floor——

Then Mellen saw the old man who had snatched him here again.

The old man was very thin, wearing an ancient-style linen robe, with long gray-white hair shawl, looking like a sage.

He also seemed to be waiting for Mellen's arrival.

As soon as Mellen entered the door, he was invited to sit on the chair in front of the desk, and a book was thrust into his hand.

"Please take a look at these common sense knowledge first. I am helping you fill out the membership application. After filling it out, I will tell you in detail what the so-called wizards and spells are."

"Then I will provide you with a set of standard items for wizards, including a book of secret words used by wizards to communicate with each other, a magic bag for storing things, a set of wizard encyclopedias, a basic wand, and...

"

He talked a lot in succession, which made Meren a little confused.

"Uh... don't you need an assessment or review or something?"

"That's not necessary."

The old man sitting behind the desk glanced at him as he spoke, "I have been doing this job for almost ten years. I can tell who comes from what family at a glance."

"And, what do you think the purpose of our association is?"

"Huddle together for warmth?"

"If we are just a group, why don't we call it an association or a club?"

Mellen wanted to ask something after hearing this, but the other person pointed to the book in his hand, then lowered his head and started filling out the form.

Family background, educational experience, interpersonal relationships...

Mellen took a quick look and realized that all the information he had was just the old man's scribblings.

Even the name was randomly filled in as "Egg Wilson".

"He really believes in his own vision."

Mellen thought to himself secretly, then lowered his head and read the book in his hand.

[If there is a high tower leading to the sky in the world, then a wizard is a person who climbs the steps of the tower and keeps climbing up. The higher you climb, the broader the world you can appreciate. 】

There is this sentence on the title page of the book.

This seems to fit the wizard's path of practice.

However, when Mellen officially opened the first page of this book, what he saw was no cultivation methods or magic principles.

[First of all, it needs to be emphasized that this world is magical, but the magic here does not refer to a certain type of energy or a certain type of gas. 】

…

[Secondly, I personally don’t agree with the empty nonsense on the title page. Relatively speaking, I prefer to regard the promotion of a wizard as climbing stairs. Every time you climb up a floor, you will see different room layouts and corridors.

Same.】

…

[Based on the above principles, I advise those little fools who are too ambitious not to waste their energy studying spells of a higher level than themselves. How can you get things on the second floor in a room on the first floor? 】

…

[Similarly, if we compare the different levels of wizards to floors and rooms going up layer by layer, then if you want to experience the spells of your corresponding level, you need to have the key to the room, or be able to use "violent means" to kick the room open

door.】

…

[In ancient times, this kind of key was a stupid, bulky wand, similar to the cane we use now. However, some of our ancestors had improved it a hundred years ago...]

…

Mellen here is engrossed in reading a book.

Over there, the silver-haired old butler in a black formal suit had finished his secret observation of Mellen, and came to the study room where Mrs. Chelsea was, and reported what he had observed.