You call this a black hand?

Mellen is not yet twenty years old.

Principal Browning, who has studied life magic all his life, is very sure of this.

Precisely because of this, when he realized that he was a top powerhouse, his feeling could no longer be described as shocking.

But unbelievable.

Can't even understand it.

Because he had no idea what to do to bring such a young man to such a level.

This is completely beyond cognition.

Even in the era when the demon tide still existed, there were no similar records.

That's why he couldn't sit still at all and ran over to stare at the gate of his practice site in person.

Browning was not sure why such an extremely mysterious guy came to Fort St. Grant.

Considering the issue of the heir and the previous purge of the school's top management, he even wondered if there was a hidden force that wanted to come to the fore.

And Fort St. Grant was the first prey they targeted, a transit station?

If this really happened, they were obviously going to succeed. Even the pirates who came to attack might be cooperating with this matter and allowing the school to fully understand the situation.

But after calming down and thinking about it, he overturned this guess.

Because many details don't match up, such as the previous blood contract, and the heir never took the initiative to do anything.

But if not, what is the purpose of this Egg Wilson?

Browning couldn't be sure.

So he felt that he had to have a good chat with this person, otherwise it would be difficult to feel at ease.

…

As time goes by, more and more medals are formed.

As he continued to inhale them into his body, Mellen discovered that he had gradually entered a special state in which he possessed a certain range of space around him and controlled certain elements within it.

This state was once used by Meren to feed Alyssa mysterious substances to maintain life in that desolate world.

At the moment, I don’t know why, but it emerged automatically after being stimulated by the wizard’s practice.

He also discovered that the seemingly flat and empty training ground was actually densely covered with special runes, both on the ground and in the air. At a glance, they were so dazzling that it made one's scalp numb.

In the state of possessed space, he can actually control these things to a certain extent, but all this seems to affect the whole body, and he doesn't dare to mess around.

However, other than this, no other special circumstances occurred.

As the practice stopped, Melen naturally exited this state.

"Maybe after this stage of practice is completed, there will be some kind of change, related to this kind of space control?"

He took out a pocket watch and looked at the time, and found that only an hour had passed since he started practicing. The process was a bit short, and he didn't feel tired at all.

However, this time is just a test after all, and it is not appropriate to immerse yourself in it.

Mellen then pulled his third hand away from the chair beneath him.

The light that filled the field of vision instantly disappeared, and darkness came back.

And when he stood up and got out of the chair, the surrounding environment suddenly returned to the normal appearance of a round and simple stone house.

This felt a little strange, but it was impossible to find out anything even if he thought about it, so Mellen immediately walked towards the door.

Then, he saw a group of people and all looked over.

Most of this group of people were students of the same age, but they did not all gather at the door. Instead, they stood on both sides of the wall of the staircase. While paying attention to Melen, their eyes always glanced at the door casually.

A standing figure of a little boy.

"Principal Browning?"

Mellen was startled when he saw this, "Why are you here?"

"I have something to ask you, so come with me."

The other party responded in a low voice, then ignored the gazes of others around him, turned around and walked towards the outside of the cultivation spire.

This behavior seems a little weird?

After following up, Mellen glanced at the classmates who were not practicing well and instead ran out to watch the fun, and found that the way they looked at him was different from before.

"You are definitely not of mixed-race origin, right?"

When passing by a young wizard with the same black hair, the other person suddenly whispered something like this.

When the eyes of the people next to him looked at Meren, they also looked very complicated.

Mellen was a little confused by these words, but he didn't respond. He just glanced at the other party and left directly.

Then halfway, he learned the general situation of the matter.

"Your wizard talent has plundered all the resources in the lowest area, causing quite a stir."

A black-haired girl was standing quietly next to the corridor, her expression no different from other onlookers. When she looked at Melen, a hoarse voice that no one else could hear sounded.

"Browning was lured over, but it's unlikely just because of talent."

"Maybe he discovered something special."

This black-haired girl is the disguised identity of Mrs. Chelsea. Mellen had been looking for her for a long time but couldn't find her, so he didn't want to see her here anymore.

But the situation was not right at the moment, so on the surface, he just looked at each other and said nothing else.

After leaving the spire, the child-like principal raised his hand and the surrounding environment changed instantly.

The flat square in front of the entrance to the underground spire has transformed into a bright and quiet conference room.

"The relationship between you and Insabella Chelsea is different from what I thought."

After sitting on a chair, Browning, who had regained his composure, said to Mellen: "She didn't want your strength to be exposed. She told me at first that she would use loopholes to become the heir, but I didn't expect that you would actually

He is a human saint.”

Obviously, he didn't want to be secretive about his purpose, so he went straight to the topic.

Mellen was stunned because of this, feeling a little surprised by the exposure of his own strength.

But he didn't worry about being exposed.

After all, today is different from the past. He has the authority of the heir. Apart from other places, he at least does not feel that he can be threatened in St. Grant's Fort.

"Is my talent fundamentally different from others?"

Mellen asked, sitting opposite the other party.

He hadn't done anything with anyone recently, and the only way he could think of exposing himself was the training test just now.

"There is a difference between human saints and ordinary wizards."

Browning answered simply.

His voice sounds very old and does not match his appearance.

"This kind of difference cannot be noticed by ordinary people, but if you look carefully, you can still detect it."

Meren understood what was said, then shrugged and said: "It's actually nothing if you find out, it will just affect your normal life a little bit."

Browning was a little surprised by these words.

"So, you hide your strength just because you don't want to cause trouble to yourself?"

"Otherwise, is there any conspiracy?"

"So, that heir trial?"

"It's just a coincidence."

Mellen said frankly: "I was actually very surprised by this. Before I came here, I didn't know anything like this existed."

"You came to St. Grant's Castle just to practice?"

"Of course, I just didn't expect there would be so many variables."

Browning was speechless after hearing this.

Reason told him that all this could not be so simple.

But when you think about it, this is not simple. It is just that the other party is hiding something. Judging from the situation, what he mentioned on the surface does not seem like a lie.

Moreover, if he really wants to do something, there is no need for the heir to hide anything...

"Trouble may be inevitable."

After a moment of silence, Browning handed Mellen a newspaper on the conference table.

Mellen took it and took a look. Some of the content on it made him squint unconsciously.

"Is it a guardian? Or a successor? A brief discussion of the history and secrets of St. Grant's Fort"

…

"Mixed-blood wizards become heroes, what does this mean to us?"

…

"Who the hell is Iger Wilson?"

…

Although the pirate attack has passed, external public opinion is still at an explosive stage.

The people were obviously curious about the cause and process of this incident, and they were even more caught off guard and incomprehensible that Egg Wilson, a young mixed-race man, suddenly became the guardian of Fort St. Grant.

If you don't understand, you will naturally want to find out. The corresponding attention has simply overshadowed the attack on Fort St. Grant itself.

So of course, some sensitive newspapers focused their reports on Egg Wilson, the Guardian, and even the heir.

This is a good thing for Mellen, because his Egg Wilson vest is constantly evolving as a result.

But this is not without its disadvantages,

Because he is too conspicuous, everything about him may be put under the spotlight and magnified for careful investigation.

Correct

Especially those enemies who have been defeated.

If they want to target Fort St. Grant again, they must first find a way to deal with Mellen, the heir.

Many secrets may be exposed as a result, and if someone wants to threaten, they will definitely target Melen's relatives.

Mellon was actually not afraid of the latter, because Mrs. Chelsea had actually discussed this kind of thing with him before.

Not only are his cheap parents and brother strictly protected, but Mellen's own identity information has also been hidden by the Chelsea family, and traces have even begun to be cleared.

After all, Graham City is the territory of the Chelsea family, and the Chelsea family is the top family in the wizarding world. With this layer of protection, Mellen can basically rest assured.

But don't worry, don't worry. If outsiders continue to investigate like this, I'm afraid there will be a lot of trouble.

"Your background is very mysterious, but since you choose to hide it, it proves that you don't want to expose some of the people behind you."

While Mellen was silent, Principal Browning suddenly said: "Of course, not wanting to be exposed does not mean that you are afraid of being exposed. I can see that you are not yet twenty years old. To be able to become a saint on earth at this age, the people behind you

The energy must be amazing."

"so what?"

Mellen asked with raised eyebrows.

Considering that a group of school senior officials "voluntarily" resigned not long ago, the person in front of me obviously misunderstood something.

But of course he wouldn't be stupid enough to explain.

"According to the previous agreement, the school will support you in many things."

Browning said: "This type of issue is of course no exception, so later I will tell outside newspapers not to report certain sensitive information."

The previous agreement was actually with the school, not a specific person, and it did not stipulate that Browning, as the principal, should use personal relationships to solve Mellon's troubles.

Mellen was a little surprised.

What surprised him even more were the next few words from the other party.

"At the same time, as for all your needs, St. Grant's Fort can provide it unconditionally as long as it has it."

"If you need to do anything, you can leave it to the school. I will set up a secretariat to serve you."

"As for the other conditions you put forward, there should be nothing I can't agree to. In a sense, you can treat me as one of your housekeepers. If necessary, I will fully cooperate with you."

"What's the price?"

Mellen couldn't help but ask, "Don't you want me to disrupt the normal operation of the school?"

"I don't think a person who keeps a low profile and hides his own strength will unscrupulously use those powers to cause destruction."

Browning said: "So when it comes time for you to use them, I won't stop you. Instead, I may help you cover it up."

"But you don't want nothing?"

Mellen didn't believe that just by exposing his own strength, he could make the other party be so submissive and submissive.

"My conditions are not actually conditions for you."

Browning said: "If the magic wave is restarted in the future, I hope you can help us keep St. Grant's Fort at the top of the wizarding education world."

As the heir, he naturally hopes that this school will prosper as well as possible, and the interests of both parties are mixed.

But the point of this sentence is actually the magic tide.

"Do you think this is inevitable?"

"The birth of a human saint who is less than twenty years old can actually prove a lot of things."

When he said this, Principal Browning looked very serious.

"Those things that have been sealed in history may appear one after another. If we don't prepare early, we will be completely passive."

…

The secret conversations between the two parties are not known to outsiders.

But the news that Egg Wilson's wizarding talent was so powerful that even the principal was alarmed quickly spread throughout the school.

"I've long known that Egg's talent is very strong and he can use a formal wand during his apprenticeship, but I didn't expect that his talent would be that strong."

Oak College, in an elegant four-person dormitory.

The brown-haired girl named Fanny, who had interviewed Mellen, waved her magic wand to place the clothes in the suitcase out of thin air into the cloakroom, and said to Alyssa not far away: "It is said that he is here, and the rest

The five of them were unable to practice at all and could only stand in a daze at the door like fools, even Judson was no exception."

"real or fake?"

Before Alyssa could speak, a delicate girl with freckles spoke in a surprised tone, "Judson is ranked second in our freshmen trial, and that Egger seems to be only eleventh?"

"Of course it's true, many people have seen it."

Fanny smiled and said: "But few people know that that ranking is actually not accurate."

"Why?"

"I'll keep it a secret for now. When you see the school magazine tonight, you'll know why."

"Have you joined the school magazine yet?"

"Of course, I have long..."

The two girls were chatting incessantly, while the blond girl beside them was sitting absentmindedly on the bedside, wondering what she was thinking.

Fanny brought the topic to her several times, but failed to draw her into the conversation, so she finally gave up.

"You know, I suspect Catherine has a twin sister."

She then told her roommate about the last member of the dormitory with a mysterious face, "When I went to sign up for elective courses just now, I saw someone who looked exactly like her, and she was asking how to get to the boys' dormitory area."