You call this a black hand?

In the dimly lit living room, Mrs. Chelsea appeared in front of the fireplace with a tense face, and her eyes immediately turned to Meron sitting there.

After seeing that he was completely intact, her face relaxed a little, but her expression was still not pretty.

"Why didn't you respond to me just now?"

Mellen opened his mouth when he heard this, wanting to say that he had been fooled into this matter once before.

But before he could speak, the lady not far away suddenly became startled, and then hurriedly walked toward the bedroom.

Then she saw her daughter on the bed in the bedroom, wrapping her whole body in the quilt, only opening a slit to reveal a pair of eyes looking out cautiously.

When Mrs. Chelsea saw this, her tense face completely relaxed.

But then she seemed to have thought of something, her expression changed, and she raised her hand to lift the quilt off her daughter.

She didn't see anyone disheveled, which made her secretly relieved.

However, as the bedding was moved away, a strange smell spread vaguely, which was completely different from the body fragrance of the girl.

There was a flash of doubt in Madam's eyes.

However, her emotions calmed down instantly when she saw her daughter retracting herself into the bed.

"Why don't you just stay at the banquet and run around?"

The lady asked calmly, her expression unchanged, but anyone could see that she was very unhappy now.

"Kevin couldn't find you before, and he was almost going crazy."

"I...how did I know that a group of enemies would appear here..."

Alyssa, who was hiding under the quilt, defended in a low voice, but then her tone suddenly became louder as if she thought of something.

"You, you didn't tell me that your cousin is a little brother, right?"

What is a little brother?

Meren, who was looking outside the door, blinked when he heard this.

I really look down on people.

How does he look like a little brother?

"He is my cousin."

The lady said in a cold tone: "If I'm not a little brother, how can I be a big brother?"

It was obvious that she was really angry, otherwise she would not have been able to say such disrespectful words in front of her new apprentice.

However, upon hearing this, Alyssa felt more confident, or in other words, the anger that had been suppressed in her heart suddenly rushed to her head.

After getting her messy blond head out of bed to face her mother, she loudly said in an angry tone: "The eldest brother is normal, the little brother is perverted!"

"...who is the pervert?"

"You are a pervert!"

"you--"

Seeing her daughter's attitude, Mrs. Chelsea felt a little weird.

She had just gotten into trouble, where did she find the courage to argue with herself?

Could it be that the older the daughter is, the less unreasonable she becomes?

A rage grew in vain from the bottom of my heart.

But when she saw that the girl wrapped in the quilt raised her face to face her, not only did she not feel wronged at all, but she also looked very angry. She instantly lost her mood to continue talking.

This child is already so rebellious that he can no longer communicate. If he continues to talk, it will only become more and more noisy.

"Before school starts, just stay at home."

After replying with disappointment, Mrs. Chelsea turned around and wanted to leave.

However, Alyssa was also confused at this time. She obviously did something wrong, but her mother still had the nerve to come and question her?

That was a little boy who was the same age as me and even looked younger!

How could she have the nerve to do so?

It’s just a good idea, but he still looks so confident!?

"If you didn't insist on asking me to come to this banquet, do you think I would be willing to come?"

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, so the girl angrily shouted at her mother’s back:

"And that Kevin, why don't you rush him to death? I can go wherever I want! Who cares what he thinks!"

There was even a hint of crying in this voice, and Mrs. Chelsea paused when she heard this.

Then she turned to look at her daughter, as if she wanted to say something.

But at this moment, Alyssa had covered her head under the quilt again, facing the wall with her back facing outward.

This was her standard gesture of refusing to speak anymore.

"You should reflect on yourself here first."

The lady then said calmly: "I'll go and have a few words with your uncle, and I'll take you home later."

There was no response to this, but she was used to it.

After turning around and leaving the bedroom, closing the door behind her, Mrs. Chelsea looked at the black-haired boy who was sitting on the sofa in the living room with an expression like I didn't hear anything.

"You did great tonight."

Sitting on the sofa opposite Mellen, the lady was silent for a moment and then said to Mellen: "Except for a few unlucky children, most of the people are safe and sound. It can be said that you saved them."

She didn't mention what happened to those enemies, but seeing that she was neatly dressed and not even a little bit dirty at the moment proved that the two sides were not on the same level at all.

"It's all thanks to you——"

"If it weren't for your reminder, there would only be trouble here tonight, and I didn't know anything about it beforehand."

The lady interrupted him.

"That's the fact. You don't need to be polite in front of me. It's better for apprentices and teachers to be more honest - now, show me your wand."

After hearing this, Meren obediently took out his little magic wand and handed it to the other party.

The room immediately fell silent.

After lightly pinching the pointer-like bone wand with her slender white fingers, the lady lowered her head to observe it for a moment, then tapped the body of the wand a few times with her healthy crescent-white fingernails, and then looked at it with a face full of surprise.

To Mellen.

"It's in your hands and it's always running at full capacity?"

"Uh, I don't understand this very well..." Mellen replied in a low voice.

"You don't even know the extent of your talent?"

Mrs. Chelsea frowned, but when she saw that Mellen's confused look didn't look like he was faking it, she understood instantly.

"The Mixed-blood Association didn't tell you the truth, maybe because it was afraid that you would become complacent. I also neglected this point, thinking-"

The words suddenly stopped and she didn't say any more, but her face became unsightly.

That's obviously not because of Mellen, maybe because it reminds her of... herself?

Melen's super senses allow him to vaguely feel the other person's mood at the moment.

He can actually understand this.

After all, at the first banquet, Mellen knew that the lady in front of him had hardly encountered any setbacks in the first half of her life, and even had a large part of her character that was arrogant but she didn't know it.

During this period of time, he was assassinated and provoked one after another, and even tonight's incident was obviously related to this character flaw——

After all, Graham City is Mrs. Chelsea's territory, but a group of people actually hid it from her eyes and wanted to carry out a "terrorist attack" here...

If it weren't for some mistake, they picked Meren, if they had chosen someone else to lead the attack, or if they had chosen other events to secretly involve themselves in this disaster.

Then the outcome of this matter tonight is completely different.

"There is an old saying in the East."

Seeing that the other party was silent, Mellen bravely said: "If you know your mistakes and you can correct them, there is no greater good..."

"Why didn't I know that this ancient saying existed in the East?"

The lady raised her head and glanced at him, but she was not unhappy because the apprentice in front of her was teaching her how to do things.

But she had no interest in discussing the matter with Mellen in depth.

Therefore, before Meren could respond, she changed the subject.

"The fact that you can use this magic wand satisfactorily means that your talent is not only not bad, but also very strong."

"It can even be said that you are the second most talented wizard I have ever seen, so I need to change your training plan."

"Learning the basics of the entire system cannot be changed, but it is not cost-effective to spend two years or even longer."

"I have a hunch that the wizarding world may not be peaceful in the past two years. You must have the power to protect yourself as soon as possible."

At this point, she pondered for a while and then said:

"I heard that the Mixed-blood Association has a rare memory inheritance that can make people learn something quickly. Their president should arrive in Graham tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, and I will find a way to get him to open this inheritance to you.

permissions.”

"In addition, your talent can only be cultivated by top wizard schools."

As she said this, there was a flash of hesitation in Mrs. Chelsea's eyes, but then she seemed to make up her mind and continued talking.

"The closest top schools to the United Kingdom of Blackthorn are the Royal Wizarding Academy in the Northern Empire and St. Grant's Castle on Thunder Island."

"My influence in the former is not strong, and I cannot guarantee that you will be absolutely safe there. So I will arrange for you to be in the latter."

"It's just that I still need you to help me keep an eye on the affairs of the Mixed-blood Association. Your relationship with me cannot be exposed for the time being, so I will ask Fort St. Grant to give a batch of admission quotas to the Mixed-blood Association."

"In this case, with your talent, the association will definitely give you one of the places."

This was said in an understatement, and Mellen couldn't help but secretly gasped when he heard it.

He remembered, however, that when the old examiner was snatching him on the street, he claimed with a mysterious face that the association was offering admission to a top prestigious school, and if he joined the association, he would have the opportunity to compete for it.

He also said that only a few people know about this matter, most people don’t know it yet, and it is an absolute secret...

As if that was some incredible opportunity.

But now, Madam just randomly picked up a group of...

"But you need to promise something in front of me."

Just when Mellen's admiration for the rich woman started to stir again, Mrs. Chelsea's tone suddenly changed to a harsh one.

"You have to stick to your heart and maintain your identity as an uncle in front of Alyssa. You must not do anything extraordinary!"

Stick to your heart?

Mellen blinked when he heard this.

Are you hinting at something?

But this shouldn't be possible... You knew it just when I thought about it. Doesn't that mean you have a clear understanding?

Moreover, what does this have to do with your daughter?

He was a little confused inside, but on the outside, he nodded firmly.

“Don’t worry, you will never be disappointed.”

"That's good."

Madam was very satisfied with Mellen's attitude, and even showed a rare look of relief on her face.

But at this point, it’s basically over.

After returning the wand in her hand to Meren, she stood up from the sofa.

"That's it for now. If anything happens, you can contact me at any time using the Book of Secret Words."

After saying this, she hesitated for a moment and then said:

"Also, although you handled this matter satisfactorily today, you'd better be more cautious in your future actions. If you can't get involved in such matters, don't get involved."

"Wizards have all kinds of strange methods, and it is normal in the wizarding world to determine life and death in an instant. Some wizards also have very extreme personalities. If you make a show of yourself, you will inevitably be targeted by some madman."

"You are my apprentice, and I don't want to hear the news of your death suddenly."

"I know." Meren nodded like a little baby.

But seeing the lady in front of him preparing to leave, he hesitated for a moment and suddenly said: "I actually have a question that I want to ask you..."

"It is a very normal behavior for students to ask teachers for advice."

Mrs. Chelsea, who was planning to go to the bedroom to pick up her daughter, made a move, then turned her head and said calmly: "You don't have to be so shy. Tell me, what's the problem?"

"Do you know that there is a kind of person who can...well, can ignore the wizard's protective magic and directly inflict damage to their body?"

"For example, cutting off the wizard's head without any hindrance?"

Mrs. Chelsea, who thought Mellen just wanted to ask for some basic knowledge, was startled, and then her expression suddenly became serious.

"Where did you meet this kind of person?"