You call this a black hand?

Chapter 392 The woman who died of illness

The place where the two of them were hiding was a sentry tower in the Chelsea family estate. There were many similar buildings nearby, and they were usually guarded by guards.

It's just that because of the girl's inner ghost, a certain unlucky guard is currently in a state of being enchanted by the potion.

Of course, even if they are not psychedelic, these so-called guards are actually more like existences that have been brainwashed by wizards using special means. It is impossible to turn their sights into the manor to pry into the privacy of the owners.

So even though the manor was heavily guarded, the death of Chelsea's head did not cause any commotion throughout the entire afternoon.

It seems that except for the two people, no one noticed this at all, let alone knew that the master of this family was killed by his wife.

But is he really dead?

Mellen was skeptical.

After all, according to the original historical trajectory, the previous generation owner of Chelsea lived much longer than his wife, and was also involved in the investigation of Alyssa's life experience to a certain extent.

Although everything in this time and space has changed.

But no matter how much changes are made, things won’t be able to deviate from normal logic, right?

In other words, if the middle-aged woman in this time and space has the idea of ​​killing her husband, then logically speaking, in the normal historical trajectory, she will also have the idea.

But why don’t I remember anything like this happening?

"Perhaps the original situation in history was that the head of the family was actually dead long ago?"

This guess suddenly flashed into his mind, giving Mellen a lot of ideas.

Compared to him, the girl Isabella Chelsea, who felt this more personally, was not so calm.

After being dragged away from the scene by Meren at the critical moment, she did not cry or make a fuss when she arrived at a secluded place, nor did she impulsively want to run back to the murderer's mother to question her, but she was in a trance, as if she had not woken up.

Whatever Melon said, he always reacted blankly, unable to listen to anything.

She was obviously so shocked that she even lost the emotion to question why her mother did this.

It wasn't until Meren found out a new piece of information that her eyes widened as if she had just woken up from a dream.

"My mother...died of illness?"

The naturally hoarse voice seemed quite dry at the moment, and unknowingly, the other person's beautiful blue eyes looking at Melen were already covered with bloodshot eyes.

The two of them had now left Chelsea Manor and arrived at a secular hotel in Graham City.

The sky was dark outside, making this small hotel room very hazy, so the girl, who was full of energy, stood under the unlit metal chandelier. Her whole person looked very gloomy, her face was stiff, and she even looked a bit like

She is a terrifying female ghost.

"That's right."

Facing the girl's expression, Mellen said in a low tone: "The news that your father announced in front of all the servants of the manor is basically known to all the wizarding families in Graham City."

This matter is not difficult to find out, because the source of the matter is not concealed at all, so in the eyes of other wizards, all this is just that a certain noble lady died of a sudden illness——

In the wizarding world, because there are so many wizards who delve into immature magic in various fields, sudden death is actually not uncommon.

The truth behind this news is not yet certain, but Mellen has reason to suspect that the lady who seemed to have died of illness has actually taken over her husband's identity and is preparing to continue to be active in this world.

If this guess is true, then according to Mellen's knowledge, he still has many years to live.

In other words, no matter why Alyssa wanted to kill her grandmother, her grandmother herself had successfully escaped this death.

The price was her husband's life.

From this point of view, things have obviously returned to the right track in memory.

But this track is simply terrifying to think about.

"Is he my mother pretending to be?"

The young girl could easily guess this possibility. After all, she saw her mother kill her father with her own eyes. Now her father is still alive but her mother is dead. The truth is actually obvious.

"I'm not sure, but I guess so."

Mellen responded.

The girl didn't say anything after hearing this, and she might not even have heard Meren's reply clearly. After asking that question, she slumped down on the sofa in the room, and she fell into a long silence.

It wasn't until the sky outside had completely darkened, with only two black shadows remaining against the two figures in the room, that she spoke hoarsely.

"Are you familiar with this city?"

The words came very suddenly, and the topic did not match anything before.

However, after hearing this, Mellen just raised his eyebrows and replied without hesitation: "Yes, I grew up here."

This fact cannot be concealed, because during the day, when he dragged the girl familiarly through various areas of the city, his unique characteristics as a local were already revealed.

"But if I'm not wrong, you haven't actually been born yet."

The other party made another shocking statement again, "You are not from this era. Am I right?"

The study of magic in time and space has always been an enduring topic in the wizarding world. Although no one has ever shown control over these two powers, it does not seem to be something difficult to understand if corresponding phenomena really occur.

Therefore, Mellen was surprised that the "aboriginal people" guessed his status, but he also felt that it was reasonable.

After all, before this, the girl in front of her had already stated that she had had some kind of dream about the future and Melen.

When she mentioned this matter at this moment, she obviously wanted to give Meren an answer in accordance with their previous agreement.

So Mellen nodded silently, looking forward to what the other party would say next.

"We will be husband and wife in the future."

The girl seemed to be asking, but in fact she said firmly: "There are many corresponding scenes in those dreams."

"...So be it."

Mellen blinked, a little hard to explain.

After all, the truth is that Mrs. Chelsea is willing to be a mistress rather than a wife for some reasons.

It’s quite embarrassing to think about this kind of thing, especially in front of the “client” in front of me.

"Really?"

This uncertain vocabulary clearly troubled young Isabella.

However, she felt very heavy at the moment and had no intention of pursuing such unimportant details.

"I dreamed of many images."

She didn't say any more nonsense, but said straight to the point: "If those are things that will happen in the future, then you should be careful."

careful?

Mellen was stunned when he heard this, and then asked hurriedly: "What do you mean?"

"Those dreams were very scattered, but they still had an outline. I divided them into two parts."

The other party responded: "And you only appeared in the first half."

(End of chapter)