You call this a black hand?

Compared with the undercurrent of the Ernest family, Chelsea Manor can be said to be peaceful and peaceful, with a pleasant atmosphere.

At this time, the sky was already very dark, and the white moon hung high among the stars. The large swath of moonlight cast down on the manor lawn and made it hazy.

"Guess who will be the unlucky guy tonight?"

A voice sounded from the glass window at the end of the lawn. It was slightly sharp and sounded mean.

However, what she said at this moment was not harsh at all, but full of schadenfreude.

"Last time, when the poor guy found out he was a man, he was completely frightened."

The owner of the voice was a middle-aged woman who looked very sharp, sitting in the living room near the lawn.

Wearing a gray lady's formal suit, her short hair is not in line with the "fashion trend" of this era at all, but instead gives people an inexplicable toughness.

She is Jim's mother, Susan Corian Ernest.

Mrs. Chelsea was sitting opposite Susan at this time, with a calm expression, but the response in her mouth was full of gossip:

"Do you really not care about this kind of thing?"

"I've already divorced him, so what do I care about?"

"I don't believe that the little girl who was thinking about him back then has now lost her way."

"Don't you understand this? Over time, no matter how much you like him, you will get tired of him. Not to mention that he has such a disgusting habit - that's right."

The tough woman suddenly changed the subject and asked: "How are those lunatics from the Truth Religion doing now?"

"I used the deductive channeling method in the morning to find out. The purpose of their gathering this time seems to be to arrange a ceremony that allows them to have a dialogue with the so-called Son of Destiny."

Mrs. Chelsea said thoughtfully: "The more people they recruit, the greater the chance they will succeed."

"Deductive psychic?"

Susan was stunned when she heard this, "For such a complicated psychic technique, you actually collected all the materials in such a short time?"

She didn't ask about the Child of Destiny, because except for the lunatics of the Truth Cult, almost no one in the entire wizarding world believed in that stuff, so they didn't bother to ask.

"It's nothing. As long as you can afford it, you can find anything quickly."

"But how much will that cost?"

"No matter how much money you have, you must use it. You can't always run around like a headless fly."

As she said this, a flash of confusion flashed across Mrs. Chelsea's eyebrows, "But the result is that they didn't mean to cause trouble for me..."

"What did you think of?"

"It's nothing, maybe I'm overthinking."

The lady shook her head.

She had previously judged that her assassination was related to the gathering of the group of truth believers, and that there must be some deeper secret behind it.

Although the obvious clues pointed to the mixed-race association in Graham City, she believed that what happened within that organization should not be the focus of the whole matter.

So although she placed a young apprentice in the association, most of her energy was still focused on guarding against that group of lunatics.

Or to be prepared for something crazy people are about to do.

However, if those lunatics had no intention of causing trouble for her, what they did had nothing to do with her assassination.

Then her previous judgment may have completely missed the point...

"Perhaps the person behind the scenes chose this time to do it, just to make me focus on the group of truth believers, so that I have no time to pay attention to some more important things?"

This thought flashed across her mind, leaving Mrs. Chelsea silent.

If this is the case, she has obviously fallen into the trap now.

But what could be the more important thing?

Is it really about the mixed-race association?

What big trouble can a group of mixed-race people cause?

While thinking about it, the book of secret words suddenly flashed. Madam opened it and looked at it, her expression changed involuntarily.

"What's wrong?"

Susan, who was sitting opposite her, was a little surprised when she saw this.

The good friend in front of me has always had an indifferent temperament. In the past, even when faced with life and death situations, he basically looked like he didn't care.

Why did your expression suddenly change now?

Mrs. Chelsea did not speak, but spread out her book of secret words for the other party to see.

"When did you take on a young apprentice?"

Susan was a little surprised when she saw this.

I didn’t think there was anything unusual about these words from the other side——

In fact, the other person just recounted what happened at the banquet truthfully.

A normal person would at most think that there was a conflict between two juniors, but the young apprentice was a bit more grumpy and flipped the table whenever he was told, and did not follow the rules at all.

But Mrs. Chelsea is not a normal person.

In other words, based on her understanding of Melen, she could tell at a glance that there must be something sinister behind this incident.

At this moment, Melen was trying his best to delay time and hoped that she would notice the strange situation there.

Otherwise, his behavior would not be so abnormal at all...

Mrs. Chelsea looked serious because of this, "Is Ernest Manor well-guarded?"

He didn't directly say that something happened, but his words made Susan instantly realize the seriousness of the situation.

"The wizard guards are basically in the inner core area, and there are at most three small teams of forbidden knights patrolling the outside."

She replied solemnly, "My husband may notice something abnormal, or he may not. You can't put your hope in him."

Mrs. Chelsea lowered her eyes when she heard this. After a moment, she asked again, "Is there any way for me to sneak in?"

"Sneaking in? This is not necessary, my manor - you mean, a group of people have set up a barrier in my manor!?"

Susan's expression suddenly changed, and she immediately realized that since an outsider could set up the barrier, it meant that they would not be able to sneak into the manor for a short time, and they would not be able to do it without the help of an insider!

Well...I have placed a teleportation anchor newly produced by the Out of Control Rune Research Institute on my son——"

Her voice became a little panicked.

"Give me."

Before she could finish speaking, Madam reached out to ask for it.

So without any hesitation, Susan took off a ring from her left middle finger and placed it in the palm of her friend's hand.

The next moment, the blond figure in an elegant black dress twisted and disappeared directly from the spot.

…

Mrs. Chelsea actually got the news very quickly.

So when she appeared in the banquet hall of Ernest Manor, Mellen had not finished telling the story of how she used an ordinary deck of playing cards to trick Kevin.

But even though the story is not over yet, the banquet hall at this moment seems to have turned into a brewing volcano, which may erupt at any time——

Because in Mellen's previous words, he not only belittled the person involved, Kevin, but also mocked the entire pure-blood community as worthless.

If he simply belittles someone, even if he can't stand it, the onlookers can "understand" it.

In other words, for the sake of Melen's talent, he didn't care.

However, no one can tolerate this kind of indiscriminate and indiscriminate map cannon behavior.

"Even if it was Kevin who caused you trouble first, it's still too much for you to belittle him like this!"

Someone stood up and accused Mellen in an angry tone.

"Besides, why does he want to trouble you instead of others?"

"Yes, it's impossible to just dislike you, right?"

"Don't you have any problems yourself?"

"I'm afraid this matter is not that simple..."

"Well said!"

In the crowd in the hall, facing these guys who took the lead to stand up, Mellen said loudly: "Since you have all asked here, I might as well say it straight now -"

It seemed that he was about to fire the map cannon again. Kevin and some self-respecting purebloods upstairs looked so gloomy that they were almost dripping with tears.

But the "waiter" in the dark was full of expectations for this, and his expression was even a little excited.

Because he found that this boy's eloquence was very good.

The "story" he tells is not only clear and dramatic, but his ability to curse people without using curse words is unheard of!

This can already be said to be a different kind of talent. It even gave him the idea of ​​​​contacting the other party afterwards, absorbing him into the organization, and letting him participate in public opinion propaganda...

Unfortunately, the idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

Mellen's next words made the waiter's face instantly turn very ugly.

"——What I want to say is that everything I just said is all false!"

Under people's unprepared and surprised gazes, Mellen said loudly: "Kevin is not the kind of stupid idiot! On the contrary, he is very smart!"

"It was him who discovered that a group of people who secretly instigate relations between purebloods and mixed-bloods are active in this city, so he arranged this banquet in the name of causing trouble for me."

"The purpose is to attract that group of people!"

"It was also his invitation that made me appear here to cooperate with his plan!"

"The purpose of everything I am doing now is just to stand up and attract the attention of those enemies."

"Kevin is secretly determining their location!!"

These words contained a lot of information, and were completely opposite to what he said before, leaving everyone confused.

They stared at Meren who was speaking loudly with their eyes wide open, feeling that their minds were confused.

Including Kevin and Jim upstairs, the remaining sneers on their faces were replaced by confusion and daze before they faded away.

The person involved, Mellen, would not be stuck because of his own words. After briefly breaking the news, he finally yelled.

"And now, our respectable Kevin has determined where those enemies are hiding!"

As he said that, Melen's wand, which he had never put down, instantly pointed at a certain figure in the crowd, as if he was about to burst into action!

But the next moment, he was hit by a huge force, and his body flew into the air, as if he had been hit by a car, and he fell out of the crowd!

This was actually Mellen holding his wand upside down and casting a flying spell on himself.

It's just that his "casting speed" was too fast, and others didn't see it clearly at all, thinking that he had been attacked just now.

So even though this incident was unprepared, an uproar immediately broke out in the banquet hall!

With panic on their faces, people scrambled to stay away from the "exposed person" who was pointed at by Melen before - the other person was confused at the moment and couldn't figure out how Melen flew out even though he didn't have time to do anything.

But then he had no time to think about such trivial matters.

Because before he could decide whether to launch an attack or flee the scene, a giant python with pitch-black scales burst out of the ground in an instant and swallowed him from bottom to top!

At the same time, pythons broke through the tile floor one after another in the entire hall, raising a large amount of soil and staring at the suspicious figures with bunches of scarlet eyes.

Not understanding what was going on, the young wizards hurriedly avoided these terrifying foreign objects. As a result, the screams continued to sound, deafening, and the hall became more and more chaotic.