You call this a black hand?

As the sun rises and the moon sets, the sun shines on the lawn, illuminating the crystal dewdrops in the green grass stems and leaves.

After getting up early, Mellen took a horse-drawn carriage to the entrance of a mission hospital in the northeast corner of Graham City, carrying a suitcase of cash.

After watching for a moment, he signaled the coachman to call a lost figure to him, whispered a few words to him, and then handed him a pile of banknotes.

The other party's eyes widened for a moment, and then he thanked Mellen with surprise, and then ran back to the hospital without hesitation.

Mellen continued to stalk across the street from the hospital.

After a while, he called the second one.

Then came the third, fourth, fifth...

After all the cash on hand was squandered, he returned to the carriage under the very complicated gaze of the coachman.

It was already three o'clock in the morning, and the carriage was slowly passing through the crowded city. Meren in the carriage was taking stock of his previous gains.

Last night, he suspected that he might have "misunderstood" things like fate.

But if you want to experiment with its functions, you need to accumulate a certain amount first.

And where will he meet a large number of people who are about to face changes in their lives?

The first thing he thought of was the hospital, and the second was the seriously polluting factory.

In this era of intensifying industrialization, there are countless poor people who are sick but do not know it, and who are sick and cannot afford treatment. Therefore, if you want to collect fortunes, it is right to go to these two places to spend money.

This is the fastest way and the least troublesome.

With the ability of "prediction", Mellen no longer takes money seriously. Although there are no lottery tickets in this era, there are still stocks.

If you run out of money one day, you can definitely get your blood back by wandering around the exchange.

"If you can gain destiny by changing other people's fate, then I have written so many books, so logically it should affect many people... Why is there no response here?"

"Is it because the time is too short?"

Goldfinger, who had just awakened, still had many places to explore. In the swaying carriage, Mellen pondered for a long time but failed to figure this out.

After shaking his head, he looked down and a "panel" appeared on the page in his hand.

【Fate number: 12】

【Personality: 0】

[Skills learned: Snake Psychic Deduction (Master Level), Writing (Proficient), Card Magic...]

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12 is not a large number. Mellen found that his golden finger could only see the changes in other people's fortunes within three days, unlike his own, which could see changes in one month.

"Perhaps this three-day limit can be upgraded?"

"By the way, if I break my destiny, will there be a reward?"

He had many thoughts, but when he returned to his study at home, all these doubts were suppressed in his mind.

Sitting behind the desk, picking up the quill, Mellen was about to try writing under the "attribute panel" - this was a direction he guessed would be used to use destiny numbers.

"I can live until death without illness or disaster."

He wanted to write this sentence on it, but he didn't know what happened. He raised his hand in the air and couldn't write.

It was as if there was an invisible force dragging his elbow, resisting his "rude" request.

Mellen beamed with joy.

Don't be afraid of a reaction, just be afraid that nothing will happen. If you have a reaction, it proves that your attempt is in the right direction.

Just need to lower the requirements...

"Before the age of thirty, my life was smooth sailing."

He wanted to write this again, but it still didn't work.

As a result, the requirements continued to decrease.

It's not enough to avoid death threats, it's not enough to tell who will die.

After a long stalemate, Mellen finally succeeded in writing a paragraph on the page.

"I'll know how I'm going to die soon!"

The number corresponding to the destiny dropped from 12 to 2, but no other situation occurred.

But then an impulse suddenly arose in Mellen's heart, causing him to stand up from his chair, go to the bookshelf on the right, open the glass window, and take out a book.

This is obviously a hint.

However, when he saw the name and subtitle of the book clearly, the expression on his face instantly became very wonderful.

"The Medical Mysteries of Orientals—A Brief Discussion on whether there is a scientific basis for death due to yang leakage"

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On the green lawn in front of the manor stands a statue of an angel holding a bottle. At this moment, the mouth of the bottle is constantly spraying clear spring water downwards.

Usually at this time, Mrs. Chelsea would lean against the window and watch the rhythm of the fountain in the sunshine. The swaying rainbows on the swaying water curtain would always make her feel happy.

However, now, she was silently watching a maid she had raised since childhood kneeling in front of her, accusing her angrily.

"Killing my parents with your own hands, and then pretending to adopt me, do you think you can atone for your sins in this way? Isabella, you are such a ridiculous bitch!"

…

"Sooner or later, fate will punish you, Isabella. Even if I didn't succeed just now, you won't have a good ending!"

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"And your disgusting daughter! She pretends to be pitiful every day, but in fact even a dog in the manor has more conscience than her!"

…

The gorgeously decorated hall was still bustling with people last night, but now it was so deserted that there wasn't even a fly in it.

Mrs. Chelsea was sitting on a sofa by the window. A girl in a black and white maid uniform knelt in front of her, as if she was being pressed against the white floor tiles by an invisible force. She leaned back and tied her hands with folded hands.

, her delicate face with some freckles was flushed red at the moment, and her eyes were full of anger.

"Love your life now, Isabella, there is not much left of it!"

"My family and I will be waiting for you down there!"

"Family..." Chewing this word and thinking of some things that happened more than ten years ago, Mrs. Chelsea suddenly laughed.

"Is this why you poisoned my wine just now?"

"That's reason enough to send you to hell!"

"But, I have raised you for seventeen years, and you have never met your so-called family."

"Like having a dog?!"

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Chelsea lowered her eyes and waved her hand without saying anything. Someone next to her came forward and escorted the maid out of the hall.

"Mother……"

The curses of the young maid gradually faded away, and a cautious voice immediately sounded from the fence on the second floor of the hall.

Looking around, a blond girl with a somewhat pale face was looking over.

"what happened?"

"A farce."

Mrs. Chelsea said calmly: "Go back, Alyssa, your illness is not cured yet, and it is not suitable to think about such boring trivial matters."

"But who are Mary's parents?"

The girl's tone was a little uneasy, and her voice was completely different from Mrs. Chelsea's hoarse voice. It was clear and sweet, but also tinged with weakness. Matched with her dazzling white skin, she looked like a sickly and beautiful swan.

"Two former enemies died after giving birth to Mary."

Mrs. Chelsea replied, seeing what her daughter wanted to ask, she suddenly said: "I met the boy from Gray Felix's family last night."

These words made the girl stunned for a moment, and then her face turned red with anger, "I, I will not get engaged to him!"

She was obviously angry, but because of the weakness in her voice, there was no momentum at all. Instead, she unconsciously released a feeling of pity.

"If you can make the decision yourself." Mrs. Chelsea responded to her daughter's anger with a smile.

The girl bit her lower lip when she heard this, turned around and left without saying anything.

The hall became quiet again. Mrs. Chelsea, who was sitting on the sofa near the window, smiled and looked at the low table covered with white tablecloth in front of her.

There, a tall glass filled with fruit wine was placed quietly. Under the sunlight outside the window, the liquid in the glass was glowing with an intoxicating blood color.

"scarlet……"

Mrs. Chelsea's face turned unsightly as she murmured what was hidden in the glass of wine.

Scarlet potion is a very powerful poison in the field of potions. Although she has the means to save her life, it is unknown whether she can withstand such intensity of toxicity.

It was obvious that this was a fatal assassination.

Not long ago, while admiring the scenery outside, she asked for a drink as usual. But because it was brought by Mary, she suddenly remembered the lively incident that happened at the banquet last night.

The daughter's fiancé is a wizard, but two ordinary people unknowingly steal the magic bag.

This kind of thing, combined with the special status of the maid Mary, made her subconsciously think of it a lot.

So she silently cast a poison-detection spell on the wine glass.

It was just an impromptu move at first, but unexpectedly, the feedback from the spell turned out to be very abnormal.

Therefore, this is how the previous scene happened.

However……

Is this really just an act of revenge launched by the maid after discovering the truth about her parents' death?

"I don't think Mary could have the means to obtain this level of poison. There must be someone else behind it."

After thinking for a moment, Mrs. Chelsea called the manor's guard captain and said: "I will let out the wind and refine a truth potion. If that person doesn't want to be exposed, he will definitely kill someone and silence him. You sent people to keep an eye on the dungeon.

You also need to have eyeliners in the kitchen.”

Captain Brady nodded upon hearing this, then bowed and retreated.

Mrs. Chelsea then called another person, "Keep an eye on Brady. If Mary dies, control him immediately."

The visitor nodded when he heard this, and then left silently.

Looking at the empty and gorgeous hall, Mrs. Chelsea thought for a while and finally called the manor housekeeper.

"Send an invitation to Mr. Mellon Gilbert for me. I will meet with him alone tonight."