You call this a black hand?

The hall where the masked dance was held was bustling with people, and the musicians playing violins around the fence on the second floor could not suppress the noise under the background music no matter how hard they tried.

The piano player in the middle of the dance floor didn't have this worry, because it had become a place for a few young wizards to show off their skills - the keys would move automatically without them raising their hands to play.

It was obviously a delicate operation of the third hand, and one very difficult piece of music was played continuously, causing the men and women surrounding him to burst into applause from time to time.

However, relatively speaking, there are only a few young wizards gathered in the music circle. Most wizards gather in small groups one after another according to their respective topics of interest, completely ignoring the theme of this banquet.

This can also be seen from the side. Wizards with absolute power do not actually need to pursue the ultimate etiquette to make themselves appear to be superior to ordinary people.

"Let me make it clear, the flying broom is a defective product and should not have been sold in the first place!"

Mellen was currently mixed in a small circle of only four or five people in the hall, watching with interest the two young wizards arguing about a new product in the wizarding world.

"Ten thousand meters in the air, surrounded by heavy fog, with no protection at all. You are riding on a broom and rushing forward. How can you survive if you are really blown down by the wind?"

A young wizard with brown hair said with an angry expression: "Blackstone Company really dares to import anything from outside for money. Don't they know that they are making fun of the wizard's life!?"

"You obviously don't understand, this is the true meaning of flying."

The person arguing with the brown-haired wizard was a thin young man with a short haircut. He said in a disdainful tone: "Broom flying is an exciting competitive sport, and it is not used for traveling at all. If you want to travel safely, what are you doing?

Aren’t you going to take the ghost carriage?”

"Of course I know that flying broomsticks are not used for traveling. So what I am talking about is actually this so-called competitive sport. There is no need to import it from outside! That is simply a crime!"

"Is murder still a crime? Do you want to ask the big shots to stop it?"

"One is a legal and blatant crime, and the other is an illegal and punishable behavior. You actually think these are the same thing!?"

"Is it really illegal? Are you sure??"

"Why not have a safe and exciting flying broom?"

Seeing that they were getting more and more noisy, Meren interjected: "Isn't this the best of both worlds?"

"What are you talking about in your sleep?"

The brown-haired boy who advocated banning flying broomsticks was surprised when he heard this, "It's just such a broken broom, how much magic do you want to attach to it?"

"And this also needs to consider the rune conflict. If the two rune chains of flight and protection conflict during operation, do you still want to have an explosion?"

"Pedantic! This is actually not impossible."

The skinny wizard who loved flying broomsticks retorted: "Wear protective gear on your lower body, and then carry something like a hot air balloon on your back, so it won't explode no matter how you do it."

"As for the broom being too small..."

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The only good thing about covering your face with a mask is that no one can notice a cute guy like Mellen among them.

He asked a stupid question and was looked down upon. Then he turned around and walked into another circle, and suddenly he was still the mysterious "big boss".

So he listened to this small circle for a while, and when he was no longer interested, he went to another small circle.

Then the third, the third...

After going around like this, it didn't take long for him to roughly understand the basic situation of the young pure-blood wizards in Graham City.

"They generally have no pressure and are looking forward to their next school career. They have a similar mentality to the prospective college students who were on vacation after completing the college entrance examination in their previous lives."

Mellen made a judgment on this.

In fact, since entering the banquet hall, Mellen has been alert to possible provocations and conflicts around him.

However, almost an hour has passed, and the little yellow-haired man has not been seen sending anyone to look for trouble.

After accumulating power for such a long time, he was a little doubtful. Did the opponent want to use a big move next?

"So, where did Arthur go?"

After walking around for a while, I didn't see that figure with a strong presence. Mellen was a little worried that this guy would encounter an accident.

But when he thought that he was a wizard with a much higher level than himself, he felt that he might as well worry more about himself.

So after asking the waiter for a book, Mellen went to a sofa in the corner of the hall, intending to open the book and see if any lucky wizard's fate was about to change nearby.

However, as soon as he sat down, a respectful voice suddenly came from next to him.

"Good day, sir, would you like some dessert?"

"I'm a little afraid of tooth decay, so no need, thank you."

Mellen answered without looking up.

He thought it was a waiter passing by, so he didn't pay much attention.

However, immediately afterwards, Mellen suddenly realized that something was wrong——

With his senses enhanced by the master-level breathing technique, he didn't notice anyone approaching?

What surprised Mellen even more was that when he raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound, there was nothing there except a golden lamppost close to the wall!

"What the hell..."

Mellen frowned.

And when he opened the book in his hand and observed the fate of the people around him, he saw more things that were wrong——

[Reeves Bunch, who is about to apply to enter the Imperial Academy of Wizards, should have an infinitely bright future, but now, he has participated in this masked ball with hidden dangers]

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[Next, he will die in a vicious and mysterious conflict. 】

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[As one of the waiters serving the Ernest family, Hasel has become accustomed to the daily work in the family. However, he never imagined that this job was about to kill him. 】

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[The young girl who accompanied her friends to this social dance did not realize the danger here, so she will lose her legs forever after today...]

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As I stared at each strange or semi-unfamiliar figure, corresponding information emerged from the book one after another.

Mellen's expression became more solemn.

If just one, or one or two wizards were about to die, he would still think that maybe the little yellow haired man was doing his best and gave him a cruel move.

Then he rose up to resist and killed several of his enemies and comrades.

But now he looked around and found that at least ten young wizards here would die, and more than twenty would be disabled as a result, which would affect their lives.

"Obviously I can't be that powerful..."

Mellen is very self-aware.

And if this matter is really related to him, then there is no way that his fate line will not change...

But even though he was sure that he had nothing to do with it, Mellen still felt bad.

This was not because there were dead people here, but because he found that he seemed to have turned into Conan unknowingly.

I went to attend Mrs. Chelsea's party and met her about to be assassinated.

I went to join the mixed-race association and met the little girl Lily who was about to die tragically...

Now I ran to participate in the trap set by the enemy. As a result, I seemed to be fine, but a lot of people around me were dying...

"Is it true that as long as you are a time traveler, you cannot escape this kind of thing?"

Referring to the many online articles he had read, Mellen was a little skeptical about life.

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"His location has been determined with a whispering spell."

In the back kitchen of the manor, when a young waiter placed the silver plate he was holding on the chopping board, he seemed to say casually: "You go and find a way to hinder our respectable Mr. Ernest, and I will inform his son.

"

"Don't pay any attention to Ernest."

Next to the waiter was a cook with freckles on her face. She used a blade to cut the white tendons on the steak and said with a smile: "He went to the back garden with others."

"Back garden? He is such a bold and unrestrained person."

The waiter sighed after hearing this, "Besides, he's very brainless."

The two looked at each other and laughed in unison.

A normal gathering of young wizards was suddenly changed into a masked dance.

This was very surprising to others, but in fact this was exactly what they did.

In other words, they leaked the information about the party to Mr. Ernest, who had a special habit.

Only in this way can their people sneak into this manor relatively easily.

Then, as soon as Little Jim and his good friends officially started to oppress the unfortunate mixed-race, their people could take the opportunity to resist with the same hatred as the same mixed-race.

A riot ensued!

As a result, with the Arthur incident before and the resistance riots at Ernest Manor later, the relationship between mixed-blood and pure-blood people in this city will no longer have a buffer!

"It's best to do things smoothly."

Before taking action, the cook and the waiter said: "If the poor half-breed cannot be subjected to extreme humiliation, it will be difficult for our subsequent resistance to be tenable."

"If it arouses too many people's suspicion, it will be difficult to publicize it afterwards."

"rest assured."

The waiter said in a relaxed tone: "That little Jim who thinks he is smart has formulated three attack methods, and the last one is based on Martha."

"Even if you don't believe me, you should believe that girl. Her thoughts are more poisonous than snakes and scorpions."

"Even my fiancé, who I grew up with, can be so cruel."

"When facing a stranger, you can only pray that she doesn't go too far."