You call this a black hand?

"Something is wrong..."

In the banquet hall, a lot of eyes were focused on him, making Melen even more confused.

The tall, muscular young man with brown hair at his feet was wailing in pain, and the noisy crowd around him was also pointing in his direction.

Some people are criticizing his barbaric behavior, but there are also well-meaning people who are defending him.

However, Mellen's attention at the moment was focused on the cat-faced mask that fell to the ground.

The girl in a blue skirt deliberately came to him to touch porcelain, and then a group of "flower protectors" jumped out...

This scene was so old-fashioned that Meren immediately recognized that it must be a trap prepared by Xiao Huangmao.

So he didn't feel anything unexpected at first.

What caught Mellen off guard was that when he knocked down the strong young man with less than three points of strength, the mask fell off his face.

He was sure that this thing was fastened very tightly before, so Mellen felt that no matter how much he moved, he would not be able to get rid of it.

But now, the impossible happened...

Although this is just a small thing, it may be an accident.

But Meren, who is cautious by nature, suddenly became more vigilant and even made a vague guess.

That is, the attack that is about to happen here may not be a single incident, but may be connected with several things he has experienced in the past——

He had wondered how he could die wherever he went, but he didn't think much about it at the time.

But now, there is the fallen mask and the inexplicable voice of the waiter that I didn't understand before.

Mellen couldn't help but suspect that the starting point of the next disaster might fall on himself!

He had reason to doubt this.

The reason for the assassination of Mrs. Chelsea is unknown. But combined with the incident of the Mixed-blood Association, it seems that the purpose of the person behind the scenes was to drive a wedge between mixed-bloods and pure-bloods.

And now, as a mixed-blood, he is among a group of pure-bloods and is about to be suppressed by a top pure-blood disciple...

So will someone want to take advantage of this, add fuel to the flames, and make things worse?

From this, we can think of whether that person is the murderer behind the assassination of Mrs. Chelsea and the incident of the Mixed-blood Association?

"You - not only did you dirty the dress my mother had sewn for me, but you also hit someone..."

At the same time that Melen realized something, the porcelain girl not far away was still accusing him with a crying voice.

Several flower guardians around the girl also took out their wands one after another and stared at him angrily, as if they were planning to take action at any time.

The noise caused by the incident became louder and louder, and more and more people gathered around to watch the excitement.

Even on the second floor of the lobby, there are many heads sticking out and looking down...

"Okay, say sorry to your mother for me."

Under the noisy discussion, Mellen's words seemed unclear, but they could barely reach the other party's ears.

"Do you really not know or are you pretending not to understand?"

A flower protector angrily accused him: “Evelin’s mother passed away last year!”

"...I regret this."

"I've caused such a big disaster. How about you just say sorry?"

"How about I go to her mother's place and help sweep the grave?"

Responding to what he considered to be nothing more than angry accusations from a few fools, Mellen's attention was mainly focused on the crowd around him.

The matter has affected him, and there is obviously no way to avoid it, but Mellen does not feel that he needs to follow the script drawn up by some people.

He was prepared to stall for time, waiting for help to appear.

That's right, a helping hand.

Although he had never expected that something like this would happen before he came, Mellen did not forget that his wife had promised him before that she would send people to protect the banquet.

Of course, it wasn't the helping hand he was counting on, because he didn't think Madam also expected what would happen here.

So the helping hand probably won't be very strong.

Just because you're not strong doesn't mean you're not smart.

In this kind of banquet that is not a direct conflict, it is impossible for Madam to send a stupid guy to perform protection tasks.

So as long as Melen can successfully pass some kind of "signal" to the other party, then the protector may send the "signal" to Mrs. Chelsea to request assistance.

If the operation goes well, then the next thing will be a matter between the big bosses. He can just hide aside and watch the show.

"It doesn't matter even if the delay fails..."

Using his ability to sense other people's emotions, Mellen spotted a few suspicious people in the crowd, which made him nervous and secretly prepared for something.

"It's not me who died anyway."

…

Mellen, who was standing there, was thinking about things in his mind, so he didn't speak for a while. However, his previous shady response attracted dissatisfied accusations from some onlookers.

But correspondingly, there is always a wave of well-intentioned people helping him refute these accusations.

Especially the masked girl who came with Alyssa on the second floor of the hall.

At this moment, she was lying on the fence and yelling down, constantly mocking the porcelain girl named Evelin for deliberately leaning on others in order to lustfully take advantage of them.

It almost made the girl cry from fake crying to real crying.

Kevin, who secretly observed the situation in the hall, felt uncomfortable about this.

Although the girl before had a very good attitude towards him and even helped him to ease the atmosphere, her attitude was not as enthusiastic as this one showed now.

They are still old acquaintances after all, and the illegitimate son is just a stranger, but...

"This guy is really cunning."

Kevin said to his friend next to him in a depressed tone: "Seeing a bad opportunity, I actually threw off my mask, but a group of superficial women really fell for it..."

"Very cunning indeed."

Jim squinted his eyes and replied, "After realizing that the situation is not right, you can decisively use your own advantages to restore the momentum... I have to say that your bastard brother is quite clever."

What do you call my bastard brother?

Kevin frowned when he heard this.

If you want to remove the title "brother", aren't you talking about me, a bastard?

It felt like his friend was being irritated with him, and Kevin was a little confused.

But many years of friendship made him inclined to think that this was because he was too sensitive, so he asked: "It won't affect the plan, right?"

"Of course not."

Jim said in a relaxed tone: "We just want to undermine his self-confidence. It doesn't matter whether his reputation is good or bad. Moreover, the more people he attracts now, the more embarrassing he will feel when he faces failure next time."

As he spoke, the situation on the field had changed.

The young man who was knocked down was dragged up, and one of the young man's "friends" jumped out and invited him to a duel because he was dissatisfied with Mellen's rough methods.

The person who originally called for the duel should have been the young man who was defeated. Who would have thought that the illegitimate child could be so barbaric and kill an important supporting role before the script could be performed smoothly.

So I had to use backup personnel.

"Who is this person and what are his abilities?"

The wizard who invited the duel was a short boy. He wore a mask on his face and couldn't see clearly. But when he stood opposite the illegitimate child, he was naturally a head shorter.

Kevin was a little doubtful that he would also be knocked down by the illegitimate child.

"Mike Cullen, you must have heard of his name." Jim replied confidently.

"That little lunatic who enjoys challenging others?"

"You should say that he is a talented duelist who has challenged four hundred and twenty-seven young wizards without ever losing."

"I did hear that he seems to be very good at basic duels..."

Kevin wasn't very sure - he basically didn't pay attention to this kind of thing.

"You can take out the word seem."

"Okay...but isn't his teacher the chief duel master of the Wizard Duel Club?"

Kevin asked in confusion, "How did you instigate him?"

"Of course I can't instigate him."

Jim's lips curled up when he heard this, and he said proudly: "I just made a bet with him. I bet that Thales would challenge a mixed-race, but Thales would definitely fail."

Thales is the strong man who was knocked down by a punch. He is still covering his face, or in other words covering his cheeks and wailing. He probably can't save his teeth.

"Then Mike bets that Tails will win?" Kevin asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, they have a good relationship and have practiced dueling before."

Jim nodded, "Although the process is a little different, he has lost the bet now, so he must stand up and challenge the illegitimate son."

"You are really cunning." Kevin sighed.

Under normal circumstances, Thales might not necessarily lose if he challenges the illegitimate son, but even if he wins, it's just a bet.

And if you lose, it will just lead to Mike playing.

It is equivalent to saying that Jim used money in disguise to drive Mike, who was not interested in money at all, without the other party even realizing it.

cunning?

Jim was startled when he heard this word, and then felt unhappy.

I'm putting so much thought into it now, isn't it all for you?

As a result, you used this word to evaluate me...

Normally, he wouldn't take this kind of thing seriously at all.

But today, after seeing some details, Jim suddenly felt that the relationship between himself and his friends might not be so good...

So words that were originally indifferent now sound a bit harsh.

Kevin didn't think there was any irony in what he said, so he didn't notice the abnormality in his friend's expression.

Standing high on the second floor and looking at the hall below, he was filled with anticipation.

Of course, in a duel between wizards, it is impossible to directly hit people with fists like the illegitimate children did before.

In fact, normal duels between wizards need to rely on a series of magic called "Basic Wizard Duels".

This series of magic includes the Greasy Charm to make the enemy's feet slippery, and the Lucidity Charm to make one's mind more flexible.

But there are two most important things.

It is also a special protective shield that isolates the duel field from the outside world.

The other is a flying spell that can knock people away when hit on them, but will not cause any harm.

The special protective shield can only protect this series of magic, preventing the magic of both sides from flying around during the duel and hitting the onlookers.

And if one of the wizards in the duel is hit by the flying spell, it means failure.

To put it simply, this basic duel actually competes on the spellcasting and dodge speeds between wizards.

In other words, the competition is about a wizard's reaction speed.

Kevin would not underestimate the illegitimate child for no reason, especially after being defrauded of a large sum of pocket money.

But he didn't think that the other party's reaction speed could match that of any wizard from a pure-blood family.

Because compared to mixed-bloods, pure-blood wizards are generally much better in terms of physical fitness.

If you have to describe it, a pure-blood wizard is a complete wizard, while a mixed-blood wizard can only be regarded as a half wizard.

This defect is reflected in physical fitness as well as in talent.

How can half compare to whole?

With this idea in mind, he saw the bastard agreeing to the duel invitation and then took out his wand.

The smile on Kevin's face suddenly froze.

Not only him, but the short wizard who was good at dueling at the scene was also stunned on the spot after seeing the wand in Mellen's hand.